Chapter 50
Chapter 50
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 50
Chapter Title: Fireworks
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The moment I harbored a faint hope that maybe Luna was nearby.
"Tch! We need to breed quick."
The two orc bitches started stripping off their tops.
"Ah... fuck, this is such bullshit?! You really wanna do it in a situation like this?"
Do orcs seriously have no thoughts beyond their instincts?
Normally, wouldn't they try to run away?
While I was lost in those thoughts, they'd already bared their upper bodies, forcing a horrific sight I absolutely never wanted to see right into my eyes.
Pig bitches with massive muscles bulging under green skin.
If they hadn't been wearing bras, it would've been the kind of body to inflict serious trauma.
"Stay back! You horny bitches!"
"Hey! Grab him!"
The black-haired orc and the red-haired orc seized my shoulders.
"Let go! You filthy bitches! You think you can just go at it without even washing up?! Don't you know anything about hygiene?!"
I struggled desperately to shake off their grasp, but...
What the hell? Their strength was insane.
No joke—they pinned me down with raw, brutish power.
"Ugh!"
The red-haired orc locked my arms to the floor, and just as the black-haired one started tugging at her pants...
"Save me! Luna!"
I cried out for her in sheer desperation, clinging to that slim chance.
-Thud!
Suddenly, the door flew open as a soldier burst in.
"What the hell are you doing?! Get to the village entrance now! The wicked woman's shown up!"
For a split second, I felt genuine relief at the sight of the orc soldier who'd kicked open the door.
The faces of those orcs—I'd figured their heads were full of nothing but breeding—twisted in change.
"It's dangerous here. Take this seed slave and get out!"
The black-haired orc gave a small nod at the red-haired orc's words.
"Don't resist, human. Tch, soon as we're clear of this place, we're breeding with you."
"Fuck that! I'd die before sexing you lot! Uwaaak!"
The black-haired orc slung me roughly over her shoulder and broke into a run.
"So full of energy—love it. I'm gonna fuck you for sure!"
"Shut up!"
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The orc soldiers gripped their spears, eyes fixed on the snowfield.
A brutal blizzard that hid everything in the distance.
Scanning their surroundings with grim vigilance, wary of possible intruders.
That's when they spotted a figure.
A woman with black bobbed hair.
The orcs tensed as she strode toward the village, the fierce blizzard seemingly having no effect on her whatsoever.
Powerful sword users could shrug off the cold, after all.
The orc who looked like the defense captain stared her down, his face taut with tension.
One might call it overkill for a lone intruder, but...
"The wicked woman's here. Sound the alarm!"
They knew exactly what those red eyes on an intruder meant.
At the captain's order, the orcs pounded the bell mounted atop the palisade.
-Ding ding ding!
They rang the emergency bell—the one blared for enemies attacking the village—for what felt like ages.
Luna, her expression icy, drew her sword with effortless grace.
And...
She swung her oversized blade in a slow arc, unleashing a massive red sword beam straight at the gate.
The beam sliced through the orcs and the wall alike.
A beat later...
-Slash! Crunch! Boom!
A deafening roar echoed as the massive palisade crumbled, orc bodies splitting at the torso and toppling over.
The orcs on the far side of the ruined wall.
Weapons of all kinds clutched in their hands—Luna channeled mana into her voice and bellowed for all to hear.
"Hand over Aiden! Do that, and I'll spare your miserable lives."
Overwhelming prowess paired with haughty speech.
Fear would be the natural response to Luna right now, but the orcs' battle lust only surged, fierce roars erupting from their throats.
"Shut your trap! Think we're handing over our spoils that easy?!"
"Kill the wicked woman now!"
"Even if we die! Our god will watch over us!"
"Waaaaah!"
Their morale sky-high, the orc horde charged her—and Luna clicked her tongue inwardly.
'Tch... This is exactly why I hate orcs.'
Any other race would've surrendered to save their skins.
But orcs saw glory in dying against the strong.
Part of her wanted to slaughter them all, but she had to hold back her power.
Aiden might get caught in the crossfire.
'Close combat's probably safest.'
Her sword beams might accidentally level buildings.
Luna fixed the orc mob with a steady gaze and charged in.
A faint blue glow shimmered along the blade in her hand...
-Snap!
Carving through orc flesh.
They raised weapons to block Luna's sword, but...
-Slash!
The weapons snapped in half...
-Thrust!
Inflicting massive gashes on the orcs' bodies moments later.
"Block her!"
"Uwaaak!"
Spears and blades lunging for her.
But Luna extended her slender hand, unleashing a gale-force wind that hurled the orcs back. She slipped through the gap without missing a beat, sword flashing.
Like a dancer in motion.
Luna leisurely tore open the orcs' formation.
Deep inside, she advanced with the poise of a sword dance, swinging her blade at leisure.
Then a booming shout rang out.
"Everyone, halt!"
A build roughly twice that of the other orcs.
A deep green orc hefting a colossal double-bladed axe.
Extraordinary at a glance, he leveled an axe head at Luna.
"My name is Yalta. To you, who has glimpsed the pinnacle of martial arts—I challenge you to single combat!"
The sly rogue who'd tagged along with Aiden was nowhere to be seen.
Just a lone warrior remained.
Luna kept her face blank before Yalta's exceptional aura.
As if he wasn't worth a reply.
"Out of regard for your reputation, I'll strike first. Hraaaah!"
Yalta barreled in menacingly, his bulk a threat in itself.
Luna sidestepped the axe blade with ease.
"Aiden... where is he?"
"That one? Probably breeding right now!"
With those words, Yalta brought the axe slashing down diagonally—but Luna retreated a step to evade.
She scowled in disgust.
She valued Aiden's life over his purity, sure.
But that didn't mean she wasn't pissed.
"You look vulgar, and your actions match."
Killing intent thick enough to choke an ordinary person—but a faint smile crept across Yalta's face.
"Sorry. It's our nature. Here I come!"
Yalta lashed out wildly with the enormous axe.
Luna evaded with the bare minimum of motion, studying his weapon.
The pitch-black blade and haft were clearly no ordinary gear.
'Mithril? Sword energy would drain stamina fast.'
Regular metal couldn't withstand sword energy.
But rare mithril could hold up against it.
Not keen on a brute-force clash, Luna opted to conquer hardness with softness. She fell back, settling into stance.
She'd reached the natural body realm, but she craved showing this insolent low orc the gulf in skill—driving him to despair.
"Uwaaak!"
Yalta swung as if to bisect Luna.
-Clang!
She whipped her sword along the axe blade's path, nudging it ever so slightly off course.
"Hraaaah!"
He swung back from the opposite side, but Luna—as if she'd foreseen it—lightly deflected, irksomely altering his trajectory once more.
After a dozen such exchanges...
-Whoa... incredible! Our captain! Holding his own against that wicked woman?!
-Swordmaster ain't shit!
-Yeah! General Yalta! Split that bitch in two!
The orcs cheered Yalta on, but inside, he reeled in shock.
'Damn... she reads every damn attack?!'
He sensed it dimly too.
Her eyes locked solely on his face.
Not the blade. Not his arm. Just his face...
As if spotting it told her exactly where the strike was coming from.
Redirecting a fast-moving object? Hit it diagonally—shifts easier than you'd think.
Of course, that demands pinpoint knowledge of trajectory, weight, speed—and striking true with the sword.
Luna stood rooted, her poise screaming confidence: she could handle this without even tapping natural body.
Hundreds of clashes traded before long between Luna and Yalta.
Steam rose from Yalta's body like heat haze; Luna's face remained utterly serene by contrast.
"Haa... haa... you monstrous bitch!"
Yalta poured full power into axe swings for ages.
His breaths grew ragged; Luna's stayed steady.
'Damn... even a swordmaster... this is overkill, right?'
His once-precise form crumbled, devolving into wild hacks.
Now even the onlookers grasped the clear superior.
-Yal... Captain Yalta?
-He's the one attacking, though?
Luna, who'd engineered this exact scenario on purpose.
"Haa... haa..."
Yalta heaved for air and unleashed a massive swing—but...
-Clang!
A crisp ring, and the blade veered from its mark.
He swung big again, refusing to yield, but the speed was gone now...
Luna's sword slipped into the axe blade's deep inner groove...
She twisted the hilt sharply.
"Ugh!"
The haft slipped smoothly from Yalta's grip.
-Thud!
The heavy axe hit the snow, and her red eyes pinned him with cold disdain.
"That all you got?"
Arrogant absolute powerhouse.
That's Luna for you.
"Urk..."
Yalta grunted softly.
The duel decided—yet the orcs hoisted weapons skyward, morale surging instead.
"Save Captain Yalta!"
"Kill the wicked woman!"
"Revenge on humans!"
They knew they couldn't match her, but orcs never feared death anyway.
That instant...
-Whoosh! Bang!
A small orange flare rocketed skyward, bursting into blue flame.
"What the—?"
"Fireworks?"
As the orcs gawked at the sudden burst...
Luna blew past them, sprinting flat-out toward the fireworks' bloom.
'Aiden! You better be safe!'
Those flames were the signal...
That Aiden had been rescued.