Primordial Heir: Nine Stars-Chapter 87: Crazy Healer

In the meantime, in another location, Lux was also facing two orcs. The duo had been extremely fortunate to stumble upon these four orcs, prompting them to split up and take two each.

Lux stood proudly before his two adversaries, a deranged smile plastered across his face. His silver eyes glimmered with hostility, radiating a fierce will to slaughter the monsters before him. His breathing was uneven, a mix of excitement and adrenaline coursing through his veins.

"Oink!!" barked the larger orc, ordering the other to attack, as if trying to test the limits of the human’s apparent hostility and hatred toward them.

Responding to the command, the orc raised its massive club and charged at Lux with the fury of an angry bull.

Bathed in a brilliant white light, Lux activated one of his buff skills: The Saint’s Blessing. Every single cell in his body, every fiber of muscle, reached deep into his bones, boosting his overall strength for the next twenty minutes. At that moment, his physical strength rivaled that of a high-level Red Knight. In terms of pure power, he was confident he couldn’t lose.

As the orc’s club descended like a divine judgment, the smile on Lux’s face widened, almost splitting his features in two. He resembled a psychopathic clown, a stark contrast to the ferocity of the battle. Lux met the attack head-on with his reinforced wand.

Bang!

The orc and its companion, watching from behind, were shocked to see the seemingly frail human block the full force of the orc’s swing.

Refusing to believe what had just transpired, the orc retreated momentarily before channeling even more strength into its attack. Its muscles bulged, a testament to its determination, as it charged once again.

Swoosh!

Bang!

Lux met the second attack head-on, his wand absorbing the impact with ease. Seizing the opportunity, he countered with a strike aimed at the monster’s head. The orc hastily blocked, and for the next two minutes, they exchanged dozens of blows, a furious dance of power and aggression.

Bang! Bang!

The sound of their clash echoed through the forest, trees shattering under the force of their combat as they moved in a whirlwind of violence.

In the beginning, the fight seemed evenly matched. However, it soon became apparent that the orc was beginning to falter. Injuries piled up on its body, while Lux remained unscathed, his instinct remarkably sharp. He moved with an almost preternatural grace, as if he had been created specifically for this purpose—tailored to fight monsters.

Madness gleamed in his silver eyes as he attacked with a calculated precision. Drawing upon his extensive knowledge of monster physiology, he aimed for the areas that would inflict the most pain. Each time his reinforced wand struck, a burst of white light erupted, infiltrating the wounds and slowing the orc’s healing process. He was employing a form of reverse healing, making the orc’s suffering all the more profound.

Crack!

Suddenly, Lux delivered a decisive blow, breaking one of the orc’s legs. The creature let out a gut-wrenching cry of agony, unable to attack normally as pain coursed through its body. Lux, sensing the orc’s vulnerability, began to toy with his opponent.

He relished in the power he wielded, breaking the orc’s body piece by piece, inflicting pain with every calculated strike. The monster’s howls echoed through the forest, a haunting symphony of despair that only fueled Lux’s fervor. He danced around the orc, his movements precise and deliberate, striking with the intent to cause maximum suffering.

With each blow, the orc’s body grew weaker, its resolve crumbling as Lux continued his relentless assault. The once-mighty warrior now resembled a broken beast, struggling to maintain its footing. Lux’s smile never wavered; it only grew wider as he watched the creature suffer.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of torment, Lux decided to end the game. He approached the orc, who was now on its knees, panting heavily, its body trembling from both pain and fear. Lux raised his wand high, ready to deliver the final blow.

With a swift and merciless motion, he brought the wand crashing down onto the orc’s skull, the sound of impact resonating through the clearing like a thunderclap. The creature’s eyes widened in shock, and in that fleeting moment, Lux saw the realization of its impending doom.

The orc crumpled to the ground, defeated and broken, the light fading from its eyes as it succumbed to the darkness. Lux stood over it, chest heaving with exertion, a triumphant grin plastered across his face. The suffering of the fallen orc was a testament to his strength, a reminder of the price of underestimating a determined foe.

As the forest fell silent once more, Lux basked in the aftermath of the battle, the thrill of crushing his enemy coursing through his veins, it was sweet like a heavenly nectar, he would not mind drowning in forever.

In the distance, the second orc stood frozen, unable to comprehend what had just transpired. But soon, he recovered, rage boiling within him, his teeth clenched tight. His skin took on a reddish hue, visible heat radiating from his entire body. His muscles seemed to have been compressed to their absolute limit, and his eyes were fixed on Lux, who remained lost in the euphoria of his hunt, like a predator eyeing its prey.

Swoosh!

In an instant, the distance of twenty meters vanished, and a chill crawled down Lux’s spine. The orc was trying to lure him in, but he hadn’t anticipated his enemy’s speed to be so formidable. Instinctively, Lux braced himself for the incoming attack, but when it finally struck, his body was violently propelled through the air.

"Gah!" The impact was brutal, forcing a cry of pain from his lips as he slammed into a tree nearly fifteen meters away. His body slid to the ground, one of his arms bent at an unnatural angle, agony coursing through him as he struggled to regain his composure.

’This one is mutated.’

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