Those time travelers that year

However, among the orc pantheon, apart from the powerful god Gruul, the others seem to be only minor gods, right? With the raging gods unable to take action, it's questionable whether these few weak minor gods, who aren't even the most skilled fighters, can be of any use.

……

With a group of people with ulterior motives watching from the sidelines, and just as their territory was about to collapse, the orcs flipped the table.

A god descended.

As the priests of the orc gods chose to sacrifice themselves and offer blood sacrifices, the lesser gods in the orc pantheon seized this opportunity to send their avatars down.

Golden light shone upon the orcish ranks, instantly rousing the weary and demoralized orcs, who cheered loudly. In a world with gods, what could boost morale and demoralize the enemy more than the personal descent of a deity?

Even the undead, who should be immune to fear and have no morale whatsoever, are affected when faced with the suppression of divine power.

The first to descend was Rusek, the orcs' goddess of life. Although so many gods had interfered in the realm of life, and most of the Force's share had been divided up, Rusek, despite being the goddess of life, was only a low-ranking deity.

Moreover, he was the kind of person who had no future and was utterly useless in combat.

However, regardless of the circumstances, this lesser deity, also known as the Cave Mother or the Blood Moon Witch, is a genuine goddess. Within her domain lies the divine authority of healing, which allowed all the orcs to receive a mass healing treatment after Rusek's arrival.

He was almost dead, but he managed to stay alive and could still fight, and could hold out for a little longer—that was indeed all he could do. The descent of a weak divine being was at most just a slightly stronger legend.

This was evident from the disdain on the faces of the two chief red-robed mages, revealing just how utterly useless Rusek, the orc goddess of life, truly was. Honestly, either Sazarstan or Dusuk's Lem could easily defeat this avatar.

Of course, the orc gods knew this too. If they weren't so useless, they wouldn't have been so easily bullied by the human and elven gods despite having such powerful divine abilities.

Rusek could only be a healer at best. Let alone Voban, if those legendary undead surrounded her, Rusek's avatar would be doomed.

Therefore, after the orc goddess of life descended, Bagchu, the embodiment of the orc god of power and foolish courage, also descended. Though also a lesser divine power, Bagchu was at least somewhat capable. This lame son of Gruush, upon his descent, without a word, blasted a corpse dragon down in mid-air with a single punch.

601. Bag Pestle

Although the orc gods were generally weaker than other gods, there were still a few who were quite capable. While they weren't quite as powerful as some of the dragon gods, they could still overpower most legendary figures. Take, for example, Bagchu, the orc god of strength and foolish courage. Upon descending, he didn't hesitate, swinging his fist—wearing spiked gloves and the Crusher's Grip—and blasting a legendary-level corpse dragon down from the sky with a single punch.

This lame god doesn't seem as formidable as Tyr.

The corpse dragon that was blasted down was not instantly killed. After all, it was impossible for a weak divine incarnation to instantly kill a legendary being, even a weak legendary being like this corpse dragon.

Unsurprisingly, Bagchu continued to receive disdainful glances from the two red-robed figures watching from the sidelines. To be honest, among legendary undead, unless one was at the level of the Void Shadow or the Lava Demon, they wouldn't really be taken seriously by these two legendary figures.

Of course, we can't expect too much. After all, Bagchu is only a weak god, and not even a very powerful one. It would be good enough if he could take down a legendary-level corpse dragon in one hit. Although he couldn't kill it instantly, the cheating of gods is that when facing mortals, they can always roll the highest number, or they won't let you roll the dice at all.

The same was true for this corpse dragon. It had most of its skull smashed by Bagchu's punch. If it were a living creature, having most of its skull smashed would surely kill it. However, after becoming an undead creature, as long as the soul fire in its skull is not damaged, it can continue to fight even if its body is torn to pieces.

"Roar!" However, the corpse dragon did not have time to retaliate using its undead nature. The Bagchu, descending from the sky, with the support of its power domain and various specialties, delivered a punch that blasted the corpse dragon away and extinguished its soul fire.

Struck by the fatal blow, the corpse dragon couldn't even howl; its entire body turned to ashes and vanished completely.

"Bagchu, Bagchu, Bagchu..." Seeing a corpse dragon being blasted to death by one of the orc gods, the morale of the orc army soared as if they had taken Viagra. Their shouts echoed across the land, deafeningly chanting the name of the orc god of strength and foolish courage.

Worship can generate the power of faith, let alone the cheers of tens of thousands of people. At this moment, golden divine light shone on Bagchu, the orc god of strength and foolish courage, making him appear incomparably sacred.

However, while the uncultured orcs cheered, those who looked down on the orcs for their lack of culture wouldn't do the same; instead, they cast disdainful glances at them. To be honest, among undead creatures, compared to the Void Shadow or the Lava Ghoul, this Corpse Dragon was quite weak. If it weren't for the fact that it was once an old dragon, and hadn't been directly transformed by Voban using his power, it wouldn't have been able to maintain its legendary-level combat strength.

Of course, while it maintained legendary-level combat power, it was also the kind of inflated level. Even so, the fact that Bagchu, in his avatar form, needed two consecutive vital strikes to kill this corpse dragon was truly disappointing.

'What a piece of trash!' At this moment, the two red-robed bigwigs watching from the sidelines tacitly expressed their contempt for Bagchu. Of course, to be honest, as two of the richest legendary mages in the Prime Material World, they naturally had reason to despise the penniless Bagchu. After all, evil with money has never failed in the Prime Material World, and the great goddess Manny was not comparable to Vol'jin, who only had the reputation of wealth.

However, considering the orcs' impoverished economic situation, it's no wonder that the great goddess Manny doesn't favor them.

"Is this all there is to it?" Marquis Voban also wore a disdainful look. This Campione, now exuding a wild aura, stared at the descending Bago and Rusek with wolf-like eyes. Even after Bago slew a corpse dragon, he showed no hesitation, instead comparing Bago to the disobedient gods he had faced before, concluding that this lame gladiator was truly weak. "Utterly boring..." The dead corpse dragon was pulled back by the power, and would not be summoned again for some time.

"If this is the steel of this world, then it is far too weak!" Compared to his own 'kin,' each of them had the power to kill this corpse dragon with a single blow, while Bagchu would need two blows, which naturally disappointed Voban greatly.

"Kill them!" Without rushing into the fray himself, Voban merely gave a shout, and aside from those entangled with other legendary figures in the orc army, the remaining legendary undead roared and charged toward Bagchu and Rusek, who had descended in avatars.

The combined attack of several legends posed a significant risk of annihilation for their avatars, and Bagchu and Rusek naturally wouldn't underestimate it. Rusek unleashed various spells with divine power, while Bagchu roared and charged towards the legendary undead attacking him.

The arrival of two incarnations of lesser gods directly reversed the tide of the battle, which was originally unfavorable to the orcs, and the undead controlled by Voban began to crumble little by little.

But Voban didn't care at all, nor did those legendary undead; the effect of [Minion of the Dead] was practically cheating.

Perhaps this power isn't very useful in individual combat. But here, it's a different story. All the undead minions have been destroyed and will all respawn after a while, which means that as long as Vol'ban lives, the Scourge will never be defeated.

Therefore, Voban didn't care at all, and was even happy to use 'cannon fodder' to wear down his opponent.

And as the war has progressed to this point, Voban can already feel the power within him stirring. Slaughter and death intertwine on this battlefield, allowing the Force to flow freely and favor Voban, the source of it all.

There is one power—no, two powers—that are about to break the oppression of this world.

Once he regains his four powers, Voban wouldn't dare say he could stand at the pinnacle of this world, but at least he would be confident enough to directly slay the weaker gods of this world.

Soon, nearly two-thirds of Voban's undead servants were wiped out, and the legendary undead besieging the two weak divine avatars also suffered heavy casualties. Of course, the two weak divine avatars also paid a considerable price; their dim divine light indicated that they had almost exhausted all their power.

'Although it was just an attempt, I didn't expect you to be able to do this.'

Just then, a voice familiar to Voban suddenly rang in his mind.

"It's you!" Voban said in a deep voice, a fierce glint in his eyes. "Charles!"

602. Ciel, making his presence felt.

Ever since arriving in this world, Voban had been haunted by what had happened in the Netherworld. Four Campiones, standing at the pinnacle of a world, had been utterly defeated in an instant, unable to retaliate. Then, just before he lost consciousness, he saw that star-like figure, far larger than a planet, descend upon him.

To be honest, a loss is a loss, and Voban, who has lived for over two hundred years, is not the kind of person who can't accept defeat. However, that doesn't mean Voban won't take this 'major defeat' to heart. But he's not stupid; he naturally knows how vast the gap is between him and that monster-level guy, compared to Charles.

Just like when Ciel suddenly spoke into his mind, Voban couldn't refuse no matter what he did. This made Voban realize that even though Ciel had thrown them, the Campiones, into this world, Ciel could still control their lives and deaths.

"Of course it's me... If it weren't me, would it be some god of this world?" A familiar voice echoed in Voban's mind like a whisper. "Not bad! Although it was a random drop, I never expected that among the Campiones, Marquis Voban would really hit the jackpot, falling directly into the Prime Material World... Tsk tsk tsk, this luck is simply unbelievable."

"So, what exactly do you intend to do?" Voban replied coldly. "What do you want me to do by bringing me to this backward and barbaric world?"

"What you're doing now is exactly what I need you to do, hehehe..." Ciel chuckled. "By the way, how does it feel, this world?"

“Hey, backward, ignorant, most of the places are worse than even the slums of India, to put it bluntly.” Voban sneered. “I would say it’s the worst place I’ve ever seen in my two hundred years of life.”

'But you're happy, aren't you? After all, in this world, the tracks of the prey are quite obvious!'

“You’re right! If there’s anything in this world that catches my eye, it’s these ‘prey.’ Prey that makes me feel young.” Voban laughed as he watched the two orc gods crush his undead servants with their orc army. “Backward, foolish… but I must say, this place is pretty insane.”

'Looks like you're in a good mood! Well then, perfect, since I'm free for now, I'll use the carnage and death force here to help you out…'

"What are you..." Before Voban could finish speaking, his expression suddenly changed. The Force of slaughter and death was grasped by an invisible hand, and then forcefully shoved into Voban's body in an instant. "Ahhh..." Voban let out a painful cry, but his eyes, on the contrary, revealed a look of joy. In that instant, he felt a kind of shackle that had been surrounding him being broken, as if a door had suddenly opened for him. "This is... power?!"

Yes, that's right. At this moment, Voban broke free from the shackles that bound him to the world.

'Of the four Campiones, excluding that useless Black Prince, you are the last to regain all your powers.'

"What did you say?" Voban raised an eyebrow and asked, "That kid Alexander?"

'Oh dear! I don't know whether to call him lucky or unlucky. He just bounced right into Sigil City and accidentally provoked the Lady of Pain, who's practically a hacker... He didn't die, but he's probably been thrown into the dimensional labyrinth now.'

'The dimensional labyrinth of the Lord of Sigil isn't something like the Minotaur; it's a genuine spacetime labyrinth. He probably won't be able to leave for a very long time.'

"So, that arrogant brat messed with the wrong enemy?!"

"Of course, to be able to instantly kill a powerful god, especially one who has mastered space, even my own body would have to put in some effort against that being, let alone him."

"...What about the other two, that old woman and that brat?"

"See for yourself!" Charles replied, and then a completely new scene appeared before Voban, a phantom that only he could see.

On a crimson land, ferocious creatures roared, accompanied by a rain of fire falling from the sky, as the most brutal battle raged on in a war that seemed to stretch endlessly.

However, upon closer inspection, it becomes clear that the group is divided into two distinct camps. One camp is well-organized but relatively small in number. The other camp, however, is stronger than the smaller one in both quantity and quality. Unfortunately, due to their own incompetence, two-thirds of their forces were wiped out by infighting, leaving only a third to barely engage the smaller camp—which was then utterly crushed by the rested and prepared side.

This is a battlefield that has lasted for countless years, hailed as the most direct conflict between order and chaos in the multiverse, a battlefield of bloodshed.

Although the Chaotic Force and the Endless Abyss started acting erratically because of Xia Zong, this still couldn't stop the Blood War from continuing as usual.

Compared to before, the number and quality of demons have increased by several percentage points. What reassures the demons is that, after the increase in both quantity and quality, their intelligence has collectively decreased by fifty percent.

They were already a bunch of idiots with little intelligence, and now they're not even idiots anymore. Anyway, before they even engage the demons, the demons, especially the high-level demons, always kill off two-thirds of their own people first, then kill off another two-thirds of the cannon fodder below, and finally lead their one-third of 'defeated troops' to be censored into mosaics by the demons who have been watching the show.

Reality is a cruel world, and what's even crueler is that devils are eloquent. Especially Baal, the 'acting' lord of the first level of Breton Hell, whose eloquence was even more remarkable. When Tiamat, the evil dragon goddess, was rumored to have been stabbed and was now lying dead in her lair, Baal, desperate for a suitable frontline shield, unexpectedly found an incredibly naive idiot on the banks of the River Styx.

That idiot is chopping the boatmen on the River Styx to pieces. The reason is that the boatmen were caught robbing people in their black boats, and then this idiot carrying a rotten piece of wood chopped them to pieces.

Yeah, believe it or not, you could just cleave a tributary of the River Styx in two with a rotten piece of wood. Anyway, the 'proxy' lord Baal found a treasure, and then, after a bit of persuasion, this clueless idiot just followed along to the battlefield of the Blood War.

As a sword light, all too familiar to Voban, flashed, the entire charging demon army was instantly cleaved in two. Tony Husky, wielding a nine-meter-long super-giant sword, single-handedly cut down the entire demon army. Then, the demons followed behind the frolicking husky, finishing off the demons who were not yet completely dead.

Once again, under the wise and mighty leadership of the 'acting' lord Baal, the demons achieved a great victory and pushed the battle line back to the first level of the endless abyss.

603. The wolf is coming!

Voban never doubted the stark contrast between Salvatore Tony's survival skills and his intelligence. Seeing the husky frolicking around as usual, he scoffed. This was understandable; according to Ciel, among the Campiones, he was the slowest to recover. If Ciel hadn't given him a push earlier, it would probably have taken even longer.

But now it seems that the simple-minded Tony the Husky is adapting to his environment remarkably quickly, which makes Voban feel quite frustrated. He doesn't care who he loses to, but he really doesn't want to lose to this simple-minded idiot.

"Is he the one who recovers his strength the fastest?" Voban asked.

"No!" Xia Er replied, "The one who recovered the fastest was Sect Leader Luo Hao. It's true that she lives up to her reputation as someone skilled in both martial arts and magic; she was the first to adapt to the new world at the fastest speed. Relying on her state of oneness with nature, she fully recovered her strength by the tenth day after arriving in this world."

"Tch, that old woman's got some skills!" Voban sneered.

'Want to check on your arch-enemy lately? She's probably the most successful one in Campione...'

Not only is she thriving, but according to Xia Er, Luo Hao has now fallen directly into a paradise. Although that plane possesses powerful divine power, a divine kingdom of such power is merely a remote corner. Under the influence of the power [Fragrant Herbs, Blooming Flowers], a vast expanse of extremely dangerous plants has been forcibly created in this paradise—and this reclusive girl has settled comfortably there.

However, by doing this, Luo Hao unexpectedly created his own 'domain' in the secluded paradise, with an effect similar to a divine kingdom. Moreover, seemingly due to a state of harmony between man and nature, the entire secluded paradise not only did not reject it, but actively accepted it and provided 'resources' to this lush jungle botanical garden that Luo Hao had created.

Then, even though the divine fire wasn't ignited, the Shangri-La world, under Luo Hao's state of oneness with heaven and man, actually recognized the thing Luo Hao created as a 'divine kingdom'... This also made a lot of people aware that a 'new god' had recently arrived in Shangri-La, and a 'new god' that leans towards the nature pantheon.

It is said that the powerful deity who was the host was very dissatisfied with this, so he created an avatar to go there... and then that avatar was destroyed.

The state of harmony between heaven and man equals the favor of the entire Shangri-La world, grants unlimited MP, and allows for the unrestricted use of power. Thus, unknowingly, Luo Hao became the chosen one of this world. If she hadn't chosen to remain a recluse, everyone who settled in the Shangri-La world would have been doomed.

"No need, she's definitely alive and well anyway..." Voban didn't choose to let Charles tell him about his old rival. The two had fought to the death for two hundred years, and no one knew Luo Hao's troublesome nature better than Voban. If Voban possessed the most powers among all Campiones, then Luo Hao had the deepest understanding of those powers. "On the contrary, I'm more interested in knowing what you really want?"

"It's simple, just do whatever you want," Charles replied. "Anyway, you already have trouble to deal with, and besides, other troubles will come one after another after this. Don't tell me you're planning to surrender and become prey for those gods."

“Hey, of course…” Voban said menacingly, “Between prey and hunter, I’d rather be the latter.”

"Then, I wish you great success in your military endeavors."

……

Led by the two orc gods, Voban's undead servants suffered a series of defeats.

Even with a large number of legendary-level undead, they weren't the kind that were ridiculously strong, and they were clearly helpless against the two orc gods who had descended. They were gods, after all! Even if they were the weaker, they hadn't disgraced their leader, Gruush.

The two weak gods, without any shame, and with the assistance of their own legendary foes, naturally cut down the legendary undead controlled by Voban one by one. Then, they broke through the remaining undead formation and charged towards Voban.