Free Web NovelChapter 623: 623. Armies Are Gang-Up On me? Nah, I’d Still Win!
The air didn’t just vibrate; it screamed. The atmosphere had become a pressurized chamber of raw, unbridled divinity.
For the entire night, Rex had been a surgeon, using his powers in precise, surgical increments to avoid unnecessary collateral damage. But now, the mask of restraint had shattered.
He wasn’t just a warrior anymore; he was a force of nature operating at its absolute, terrifying ceiling.
He stepped off the spire, not falling but descending through the air as if the very molecules of the world were a staircase built for his amusement.
WHAM!
He landed in the heart of the coalition, and the impact was a localized earthquake. A shockwave of pure kinetic force exploded outward, turning the first wave of Orcish shock troops into a red mist of bone and gristle.
SPLAT! CRUNCH!
"Is this the limit of your courage?" Rex’s voice cut through the cacophony, sounding bored, almost disappointed.
He didn’t even look at the carnage he had just wrought. He was looking past them, his eyes scanning the horizon for the next wave of meat.
A massive, hulking demon lord, a creature of obsidian skin and molten veins, roared a challenge, lunging at Rex with a colossal greataxe.
"Now... that’s what you call a demon lord!"
VROOOOOM!
The air hissed as the axe swung.
Rex didn’t dodge. He simply raised a hand. SHING!
With a flick of his telekinesis, the demon lord’s own momentum was turned against him. The creature was jerked midair, its limbs snapping backward with a series of sickening POP CRACK sounds.
"But, of course... it’s just another disappointment!" Rex stepped forward, his physique moving with a speed that defied the eye, and drove a single, gauntlet-clad fist into the demon’s chest.
KRA THOOM!
The impact didn’t just break the Demon; it imploded him. The creature’s ribcage collapsed inward, the sound of shattering bone echoing like a volley of cannons.
A geyser of molten blood erupted from the demon’s mouth, painting Rex’s face in a hot, viscous crimson. Rex wiped a drop from his cheek, a smug, predatory grin widening on his face.
"A bit too soft," he whispered. "Let’s try something harder."
He became a whirlwind of systematic slaughter.
SHLICK!
A swarm of Goblin skirmishers attempted to flank him, their jagged daggers glinting in the firelight. Rex didn’t even turn.
He simply expanded his elemental mastery. The very ground beneath the goblins turned into a churning sea of razor-sharp obsidian shards.
SKREEEEE!
The tiny creatures were shredded in seconds, their high-pitched shrieks cut short by the sound of a thousand tiny knives slicing through flesh.
SQUELCH!
An Orcish chieftain, desperate and driven by primal rage, swung a massive mace at Rex’s head.
WHOOSH!
Rex caught the mace with his bare hand. The metal groaned under his grip.
CREEEEEEAK!
"Your technique is sloppy," Rex remarked, his voice terrifyingly calm amidst the chaos. "You rely too much on muscle and not enough on the soul of the earth."
With a sudden, violent surge of Earth Sovereign power, Rex sent a pulse of energy through the mace. The weapon didn’t just break; it exploded into a thousand deadly fragments.
KRA BOOM!
The shrapnel tore through the chieftain, turning him into a human pincushion of iron and flesh.
THUD!
The headless corpse slumped into the dirt.
The battlefield was a symphony of madness. The wet, rhythmic sounds of a butcher shop replaced the clashing steel.
THWACK! SPLAT! CRUNCH!
Rex was a blur of motion, moving through the ranks of demons, orcs, and monsters as if they were nothing more than tall grass. He used his Creation Magic to manifest lances of pure, solidified light that impaled entire squads of Goblins at once.
ZAP THWACK!
He used his telekinesis to grab a fleeing orc by the legs and swing him like a flail, the massive body smashing into other soldiers with a sickening
THUD CRUNCH.
"Come on!" Rex roared, his laughter rising above the screams of the dying.
It was a wild, terrifying sound—the laugh of a man who had found his true purpose in the art of destruction. "Show me something! Give me a reason to actually try!"
He was a god walking among insects, a predator in a garden of screaming prey. Every strike was a masterpiece of gore; every movement was a testament to his absolute, unshakeable dominance.
He wasn’t just killing them; he was erasing the very idea of resistance. The Underlayer wasn’t fighting a war anymore; they were being harvested by a god who had finally stopped holding back.
The slaughter had transcended the concept of combat; it had become a rhythmic, elemental harvest. Rex moved through the thickening mire of blood and viscera not as a soldier but as a celestial reaper, his every motion a calculated expression of absolute supremacy.
VROOOOOOOM!
A phalanx of armored Minotaurs, towering beasts of muscle and rage, charged him in a synchronized wall of bronze and horn. Rex didn’t meet them with force; he met them with a terrifying reconfiguration of reality.
He slammed his foot into the earth, and the Earth Sovereign authority didn’t just raise stone; it commanded the very molecular structure of the ground to become a liquid trap.
GLOOP SCHLUP!
The ground beneath the Minotaurs turned into a churning vortex of quicksand like silt. As they struggled, their massive weight worked against them, dragging them down to their chests.
Rex didn’t wait for them to drown. He raised both hands, his telekinesis lacing through the air like invisible, razor-thin wires.
SHRRRRRRRRRRIP!
The psychic tension tightened. The Minotaurs’ heavy bronze armor didn’t just bend; it was sliced through the flesh beneath it as if the metal itself had become a serrated blade.
The sound was a horrific, high-pitched screech of metal tearing through hide and sinew.
SQUELCH!
Their cries of confusion turned into gurgling, wet pleas as the earth swallowed their heads, leaving only twitching, severed limbs to float in the crimson mud.
"Too slow," Rex whispered, his voice a calm anchor in the sea of carnage. "You’re fighting the earth, but the earth is me."
He spun, a sudden, violent pirouette that caught a swarm of winged harpies attempting a dive bomb from the smoky sky.
WHOOSH!
Instead of a punch, he unleashed a localized burst of elemental mastery. The moisture in the air around the Harpies instantly crystallized into jagged, microscopic ice needles.
CRACKLE SHING!
The birds didn’t just fall; they were shredded mid-flight. The ice needles acted like a thousand tiny guillotines, flaying the skin from their wings and turning their internal organs into frozen slush.
They tumbled from the sky like a rain of bloody, feathered confetti.
FLAP SPLUT!
Rex stepped into a dense thicket of Goblin archers, his physique vibrating with a low-frequency hum. He didn’t use his gauntlets this time; he used his sheer presence.
He expanded his telekinetic field in a sudden, violent pulse, a "gravity hammer" of pure psychic pressure.
KRA THOOOOM!
The shockwave didn’t just knock the Goblins back; it flattened them. The pressure was so immense that the air itself seemed to turn solid, crushing the small creatures into the dirt like dried leaves under a heavy boot.
CRUNCH SQUISH!
The sound of a hundred tiny ribcages collapsing simultaneously was a singular, sickening pop that echoed off the castle walls.
A gargantuan Earth Drake, a creature of scales and ancient malice, lunged from the shadows of a nearby ravine, its maw wide enough to swallow a house. Its teeth were like jagged monoliths.
ROOOOOOAR!
Rex met the beast head-on. As the Drake’s jaws snapped shut, Rex reached out and gripped the creature’s upper and lower mandibles with his gauntlets.
CREEEEEEAK.
The sound of the Drake’s bone-crushing teeth meeting Rex’s divine strength was a grinding, tectonic groan.
"You have a big mouth," Rex said, his eyes glowing with a terrifying, incandescent light. "Let’s see how it handles being turned inside out."
With a primal roar, Rex channeled the Creation Magic through his palms, injecting raw, unrefined elemental energy directly into the Drake’s throat.
FWOOOOOOOM!
The energy didn’t just explode; it expanded. The Drake’s throat swelled unnaturally, its scales stretching to the breaking point.
STRETCH... SNAP!
The creature’s head literally detonated from the internal pressure. A fountain of hot, dark blood and shattered teeth sprayed outward in a violent cone, drenching the surrounding Orcs in a warm, metallic rain.
SPLAT THUD!
The massive body of the Drake slumped, a hollowed-out husk of meat and bone. freēwebnovel.com
Rex stood in the center of this madness, a god of the red harvest. He was drenched, he was bloodied, and he was utterly, terrifyingly unbothered.
He looked at the remaining monsters—the trembling demons, the weeping trolls, and the broken goblins—and he didn’t see enemies. He saw a canvas. And he was just getting started with the painting.
"COME ON!!! GIVE ME A REAL CHALLENGE!!!"
"IS THAT ALL YOU HAVE FOR THE UNDERLAYER?!"
"ALL THAT ARMY... ONLY TO GET BEATEN BY ONE MAN!"
"AND YOU ALL THOUGHT YOU CAN CONQUER THE SURFACE?!"
