Necromancer, summoning 055? What the heck?

Chapter 41 Heavenly Punishment, Heavenly Punishment!
For Liu Shuang, a young noblewoman from Yunwu Territory, her special status meant she had no shortage of money, but she could hardly receive any love or care.

Outstanding girls from noble families are born with the innate mission of securing external support for their family. Although there is a nominal line of succession, over the past thousand years, only a handful of women have been able to obtain titles or even ascend the throne.

These women who occasionally shone brightly quickly vanished without a trace, like snowflakes, in the scorching heat of history, leaving only a touch of melancholy in the desolate ballads of bards.

As the twenty-second in line of succession, with twenty male heirs ahead of him, theoretically, unless a war of annihilation breaks out while Liu Shuang is away, this line of succession is meaningless.

Therefore, for Liu Shuang, since her mother's early death, she has never felt love from her direct elders. All the warmth comes from the three inseparable companions around her.

Old Locke, as kind as a grandfather; Lady Linda, as caring as an aunt; and now... Captain Peven, standing in front of her like an uncle.

These are all assets left to her by her mother while she was alive, so even the first in line of heirs cannot take them away.

Now, seeing Captain Peiwen pierced like an underdeveloped hedgehog, Liu Shuang could only cry incessantly, sobbing uncontrollably.

Her small body heaved violently from sobbing; at that moment, she hated her own insignificant strength.

Mogru, the orc leader opposite them, was extremely annoyed by the little girl's heart-wrenching cries.

Crushing this stubborn human swordsman would be a piece of cake, but if it completely enraged the little girl who was crying so hard she was about to die, and she went all out to fight to the death... then I wouldn't be able to complete the chief's task of "inviting" people, and my fate upon returning wouldn't be much better than that of the swordsman.

He had to suppress his violent nature once again, tug at the muscles in his face, and force an ugly smile as he extended a half-threatening invitation to the weak humans to "see the North."

Then, the human swordsman, who was already on the verge of death, tossed a small object into his collar.

This thing is called a thermite grenade.

A mage apprentice with a small skeleton presented the princess with a gift of gratitude.

The little guy seemed to have said that this was a fire-breathing gadget and had even seriously explained how to use it. Captain Peiwen had a good memory, so he pulled out the safety pin and threw the little cylinder at the orc chieftain's exposed flesh.

The orc chieftain pushed open his mask, revealing a gap.

The heavily injured fourth-tier Golden Scale Swordsman was also a Golden Scale Swordsman. An operation that would require both hands for an ordinary person to complete was easily deflected by Peiwen with one hand, and the safety was accurately thrown into the joint of the plate armor.

At first, everyone thought it was just a futile struggle, including Peppa herself.

Mogru even glanced at Peven with disdain, completely unconcerned about the slightly cold touch that landed on his collar.

A few seconds later, the time-delay fuse detonated.

What exactly is the purpose of this little gadget?
It lasted for forty seconds, with a flame temperature of three thousand degrees!
If the direction of the flame remains unchanged, it is enough to burn through the steel plates of an armored vehicle.

The initial explosion, with its shockwave and heat radiation capable of charring skin ten meters away, was completely trapped inside the large can of plate armor. The orc leader let out an extremely tragic howl, his exposed face contorted in agony. The intense burning and pain caused Mogru's eye sockets to burst open, blood splattering from the corners of his eyes.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

Under everyone's watchful eyes, the heavy armor, which was at least of the Azure Refined level, began to turn red, deform, and melt. Mogru frantically began to tear at his plate armor, trying to break free from the constraints that were encasing him in intense heat.

The contact points of the plate armor had been melted, and the orc chieftain's hairy hand, as if plunging into mud, easily tore open a gap in the originally smooth and tough steel front, from which scorching hellfire erupted.

Charred flesh mixed with molten iron rolled down the orc's massive, instantly reduced-to-skeletal hand. The orc's earth-shattering roars echoed one after another, finally abruptly ceasing at a high note.

Like a bird soaring into the sky, it plunged headlong into an endless abyss.

The death of this Bonebreaker tribe's berserker warrior involved too many unexpected events. If he had simply crushed the guard captain, if he hadn't pushed off his visor for that ridiculous human etiquette, if he hadn't carried Pavin in his hand to show off his strength, if he hadn't let his guard down because the other party kept pulling out "little toys"...

Even if he hadn't been wearing plate armor, or had been shirtless, he would likely have survived the subsequent high-temperature blasts after the initial severe burns to his body. Thanks to the tenacious vitality of high-ranking orcs, he could have survived.

But there are no "ifs"!
Mogru, the Bonebreaker Vanguard of the Northwind Wastes and the Great Knight of the Bastion, died here in such a frustrating way.

Carbonized, blackened flesh and bone are mixed with twisted, gnarled steel armor to create a grotesque "true steel body"!
He used his body and the metal can to absorb most of the damage from the thermite grenade, leaving Pevin with only minor burns after his plate armor shattered. The captain of the guard, closest to the scene, feeling the impact most acutely, and reacting fastest, rolled twice towards his own lines and roared:
"treat--!!!"

Old Locke and Captain Peven have been working together for a long time. Although they were stunned by the sudden change on the field, they still reflexively unleashed the first healing wave upon hearing the swordsman's shout.

Immediately afterward, the old man fully realized what was happening and threw the [Ode to Life] that he had been accumulating in the wooden bracelet in his hand at the guard captain. Warm and powerful green life force began to surge through the guard captain's body.

The Golden Scale Swordsman began to wreak havoc on all sides.

Encountering almost no resistance, the orc cavalry were completely on the verge of collapse.

Because of the limited visibility, even the humans facing them couldn't fully understand what was happening. The wolf riders who had been keeping an eye on the human positions couldn't possibly see it either. When they turned around at their leader's earth-shattering roar, they were met with a horrific scene of death.

"Tika, Tika!"

This is some kind of orc language, which translates to "[Divine punishment, divine punishment!]".

The orcs could not understand how their leader, who had complete control of the battlefield, could be reduced to charred remains along with his unique armor, which was unparalleled in the entire cavalry force.

They could only interpret this as punishment from the gods or their ancestors, which caused the orc knights to completely lose their will to fight.

After Peiwen killed several disoriented wolf riders, the remaining cavalry finally came to their senses and scattered in all directions.

Without their leader, the orcs are no different from a pack of mutts.

Princess Liushuang finally rushed out of the battle line, tears streaming down her face, running and calling out, "Uncle Peiwen, how are you? Are you alright!"

Locke, with a look of utter disbelief on his face, took the lead and squatted down in front of Mogru's corpse, which had an extremely high iron content.

His withered fingers trembled, he wanted to touch it but dared not, and asked in a hoarse voice, "What happened? What exactly happened?"

Peiwen, supporting himself with his sword, gritted his teeth and roughly pulled the comb and fork out of his body one by one, while issuing his orders as the leader of the guards.

"Stop looking! We can't stay here any longer! Immediately cover the princess's retreat! To Stone Fortress!"

"Forget everything, let's go, let's go right now!"

"Let's confirm it's safe before we talk!"

(End of this chapter)