I, a cultivator, have ended up in the wizarding world.

Chapter 123 Killing

As the heavy gate collapsed under the onslaught of orcs and traitorous privates, Jemin was already standing at the villa's entrance.

The orc vanguard burst through the door, along with the traitorous human soldiers in uniforms, their eyes gleaming with fanatical killing intent, and roared as they charged in.

Armed with blood-stained axes and machetes, they thought what lay before them was merely a wealthy merchant's mansion, a piece of easy prey.

Upon seeing Jemin standing quietly in the courtyard, everyone paused for a moment, instinctively thinking it was a trap.

But they became excited when they discovered that the person in front of them had no magical energy.

"Kill them all! Loot them all!" roared the most burly of the orcs.

Its body was covered in brown fur, its muscles were bulging, and a giant axe in its hand gleamed with a cold light, directly locking onto the direction where Jemin was.

Behind him, seven or eight orc warriors riding war boar mounts and a dozen private soldiers swarmed in, instantly filling the villa's spacious courtyard.

A barely perceptible flicker of disgust crossed Jemin's eyes, and he couldn't help but shake his head.
"Really... well, from my perspective, I don't seem to have the right to criticize you. However, from my perspective, it wouldn't be right to let you take this city so easily."

He moved.

Jemin moved so fast it seemed he was tearing the air apart; to the intruders, he instantly became a blurry afterimage.

Before the orc's giant axe, which was charging at the forefront, could fall, Jemin had already sidestepped the axe blade and grabbed the orc's thick wrist holding the axe with his right hand like an iron clamp.

The orc elite warrior's face instantly turned terrified, not from fear of encountering a powerful enemy, but from an unbelievable terror.

He felt as if the hand gripping his wrist wasn't that of some living being, but rather a sturdy iron chain...

No! With his strength, he could break even iron chains!
The guy's seemingly effortless grip made him unable to muster the slightest resistance.

"impossible……"

Click!

A chilling sound of bones breaking echoed clearly in the hall.

The orc's wrist twisted at an eerie angle, the giant axe slipped from his grasp, and spun through the air as it flew toward the wall.

The orc let out a painful howl, and before it could retract its arm, Jemin's left fist shot out like a cannonball, hitting its jaw precisely.

Bang!
With a muffled thud, the burly orc, like a scarecrow struck by a hammer, jerked its head back, a clear cracking sound coming from its neck.

Its pupils suddenly dilated, and its massive body fell straight backward, crashing heavily onto the floor with a dull thud, and then remained motionless.

"what?"

He looked at the fallen orc Jemin with some surprise; he hadn't held back much in that attack.

But this orc, who was only at the level of a level one being, was able to withstand his punches without his head exploding.

"Although they are both orcs, the feeling of being hit is completely different. Is it because of their different beliefs?" Jemin repeated the grasping motion with his hands, savoring the feeling of the attack just now.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye. The other orcs and private soldiers didn't even see what was happening before their companion was already a corpse.

Fear, like a cold snake, instantly coiled around their hearts.

"Charge! He's all alone!" a private army leader shouted hoarsely, trying to bolster his troops.

However, before he could finish speaking, Jemin had already charged into the crowd like a cheetah.

Without any dazzling magical light, what Jemin used was the purest physical strength.

He ducked low to avoid a scimitar sweeping across, then lashed out with his right leg like a whip, striking an orc precisely in the knee.

Click!

The orc knelt on the ground, howling in pain, but Jemin didn't stop. He grabbed the fur on its head with his left hand, pulled hard, and delivered a vicious knee strike to its face.

His nose collapsed, blood splattered everywhere, and the orc twitched a few times before collapsing.

Immediately afterwards, a private soldier attacked from the side, thrusting a short knife straight at Jemin's ribs.

Jemin turned slightly to the side, letting the dagger graze his leather armor, producing a harsh scraping sound.

At the same time, he suddenly reached out, grabbed the private soldier's wrist holding the knife, and twisted it outwards like a rope!
"Ah!!" the soldier screamed in agony.

His wrist twisted unnaturally, and the dagger clattered to the ground.

Jemin's eyes were cold and devoid of any pity. He kicked the soldier in the chest, and the soldier's body flew backward like a rag doll, crashing heavily against the wall and sliding down, his chest visibly caved in.

The small space in the courtyard ironically became Jemin's stage.

Each of his attacks was accompanied by the sickening sound of bones breaking and desperate screams.

His movements, though seemingly simple, contained astonishing efficiency and power; each contact meant certain death.

Although he wasn't particularly skilled in fighting techniques, his extraordinary reaction speed and immense strength allowed him to move with unparalleled ease.

"Monster! He's a monster!" Several human soldiers were terrified by Jemin.

They screamed in terror and tried to run away.

But the orcs did the opposite; facing a formidable enemy like Jemin, they displayed an even stronger fighting spirit.

"Kill him! Follow me and kill him!"

So one side tried to run out, and the other side tried to go in, and the two sides ended up crowding at the doorway.

"You can't escape." Jemin's calm voice was like the whisper of death.

He leaped up, lightly touching the top of a soldier's head with his toes, and landed on the back of a berserk war boar that was trying to turn and run away. The berserk war boar roared angrily, trying to throw Jemin off.

However, Jemin's arm was rooted to the spot, gripping its mane tightly.

He twisted his body sharply, concentrating all his strength in his knee, and slammed it hard into the raging war boar's neck.

"Squeak!"

The war boar's massive body froze in place for a moment, then let out a low growl of resentment before crashing to the ground.

The huge hoof twitched twice, then remained completely still.

The orc rider on its back was thrown off by the immense inertia. Before he even hit the ground, Jemin's hand shot out with lightning speed, grabbed his ankle, and swung him around like a sandbag, slamming him down into another orc that was about to pounce.

boom!
The two orcs collided heavily, making two muffled thuds, and both fell to the ground, unable to get up.

In less than two minutes, the once noisy hall had turned into a scene of carnage.

A dozen or so orc and human soldiers lay dead in pools of blood, the air thick with the stench of blood and the putrid smell of death.

Jemin's breathing was perfectly normal, and not a single drop of blood stained his body.

He slowly walked out of the courtyard and into the garden outside the villa.

In the garden, more orc warriors who heard the commotion were trying to climb over the wall or rush in through the opened side gate.

The torches in their hands illuminated the night sky, reflecting Jemin's figure, which looked as if it had stepped out of hell.

"You've come too." Jemin said calmly, his gaze sweeping over the savage and greedy orcs.

"Humans! Do you think you can stop us?!" roared an orc officer who was particularly tall and wielded a huge warhammer. Behind him were dozens of elite orc warriors and several large boar riders.

Jemin didn't answer, but merely glanced at it with a slightly critical look: "No shaman?"

Regarding research on the divine power belief network, angels are out of the question for now, but shamans seem to be good research material as well.

Unfortunately, it seems that no shaman accompanied the orcs on this invasion.

“That makes sense. It’s highly likely that magic-based units like shamans didn’t even enter the city.” Jemin shook his head, his tone filled with disappointment.

“Forget it, your commander seems quite capable; he should be sufficient as an experimental subject. As for you…” Jemin shook his head at the orc officer, “Too weak.”

"Kill him!" the orc officer roared, brandishing his warhammer and charging forward first.

The orc warriors behind it roared deafeningly, stomping their feet as they charged toward Jemin.

With a light tap of his toes, Jemin's body instantly soared into the air, appearing above the orc officer's head like a ghost before the officer could fully react.

"you are too slow."

His powerful split kick landed squarely on the head of the orc officer.

The orc officer instinctively raised his warhammer to block, however, he underestimated the terrifying strength of Jemin's body.

boom!
With a deafening crash, the warhammer snapped instantly, the orc officer's massive body jolted violently, his legs plunging into the ground, the bones at his knees cracking with a chilling sound.

Its eyes were filled with unbelievable pain and terror.

Jemin landed, giving it no chance to catch its breath.

His right hand shot out like lightning, grabbed the orc officer's head, and twisted it sharply to the side.

Click!

Another crisp, deadly cracking sound rang out. The orc officer's burly body swayed a few times before crashing to the ground, his warhammer rolling away.

Its eyes were wide open, and it died with its eyes wide open, unable to close them in peace.

The commander in charge was instantly killed, completely shattering the orcs' psychological defenses.

Their frenzied charge came to an abrupt halt, their eyes filled with fear and hesitation.

"He killed the captain!"

"Run away!"

Chaos began to spread among the orc ranks.

However, Jemin will not give them a chance to escape.

Blood was splattered in the garden, severed limbs flew everywhere, and cries of agony rose and fell.

Those orcs who tried to escape usually only managed to run a few steps before Jemin caught up with them and killed them with a single blow.

None of them survived. His figure was blurred in the night, yet he was omnipresent like death itself.

When the last orc, in despair, had his neck snapped by Jemin and collapsed to the ground, there was no longer a single living intruder left inside or outside the villa.

The air was thick with the stench of blood, mingling with the fragrance of soil and flowers, creating an eerie balance.

Jemin stood expressionless amidst the horrific corpses scattered on the ground. His robes were spotless, and his eyes were calm as still water.

He looked up into the distance. Golden Harbor was still ablaze with flames and explosions were still going off, but he had already cleared the area.

Further away, sensing the changes, a steady stream of orcs rushed towards this place.

"Hopefully, there will be some experimental subjects that will surprise me."

(End of this chapter)