Transmigrated As An Extra In The Apocalypse-Chapter 79 - 78: Attack On Orc Lord (3)

Beth struggled, her body twisting, her muscles straining as she tried to break free.

But the orc lord’s grip was unrelenting, a vice of raw power that didn’t waver despite her frantic movements.

She fired her pistols at point-blank range, the bullets tearing through the air, but the orc lord dodged it with ease.

He tilted his head, amusement flickering across his grotesque features as if entertained by her desperation.

"Curse you!"

Beth gritted her teeth, dropping her guns and using her free hand to reach for the knife strapped to her thigh.

"Get off me, you green bastard!"

With a swift motion, she drove the blade toward his wrist, instead of it to stop midair...

It pierced his wrist, but it looked like he didn’t even feel it, or didn’t want to show any sign of pain.

Her eyes widened.

The knife was still pierced into his flesh, Then, in the next second, it shattered...

Just like that.

Beth sucked in a sharp breath, her mind racing.

What... the hell?

The orc lord let out a deep, guttural chuckle, his grin widening as he slowly raised his other arm.

No.

"Hold on... I don’t think you should do that" Beth said trying to persuade the Orc Lord, although she knew it was going to be futile...

But they was no harm trying stupid things when your life is flashing before your eyes.

Beth twisted again, yanking, kicking, doing anything to free herself.

But it was futile, completely and utterly futile.

She could feel it, the crushing weight of inevitability.

Above her, the orc lord’s massive hand curled into a fist.

Then it was descending.

A shadow loomed over her as the giant’s blow descended upon her.

Beth thrashed wildly, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her mind scanning through ways for an escape.

But there was none.

The only thing she needed was to get far from the orc, or a slight opening.

Or the orc lord’s fist was going to crush her.

The sheer force behind that strike could shatter bones, rupture organs, reduce her to nothing.

She didn’t know if she could survive it...

But for her, it was better not to test how it would feel.

Her body tensed, instinct screaming at her to find a way to move quickly, but she was trapped in the monster’s grip.

The ground trembled beneath her as his fist neared.

BOOM!

A sudden, violent quake erupted from behind.

The impact sent shockwaves through the battlefield, and for the first time, the orc lord’s footing faltered.

His towering form wobbled slightly, the crushing blow meant for Beth veering just inches away.

The ground beneath them fractured as cracks spread like veins, and with one final, thunderous rupture, the earth caved in.

Beth gasped as she felt herself plummeting, the orc lord’s grip on her breaking just in time for her to twist mid-air and land into a roll.

"Phew!, That was a close call" Beth said.

The moment her feet found purchase, she whipped around, searching for the source of the quake.

It was Rank 1 Awakened Edward.

He stood at the center of the destruction, his fist buried into the ground.

Dust and debris swirled around him, his entire body radiating raw power despite his battered state.

"Flashy entrance, well done" Beth muttered.

"Get up, First Class Private Beth," He growled, his voice rough but commanding. "There is no time to just stand still and watch."

Beth coughed, gripping her side, her ribs screaming in pain.

"Yeah? Well, tell that to my lungs." she replied.

Edward didn’t respond.

His gaze was locked onto the orc lord, who had steadied himself, his expression shifting from amusement to irritation.

Not wasting a second, Edward shot forward, pivoting on his heel before launching a brutal kick.

The force of his strike sent multiple jagged chunks of rock hurtling toward the orc lord.

The rocks soared through the air, only to freeze mid-flight. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

"This damn big fat goblin, sure is broken" Beth spat.

"It’s a orc, not a goblin. Don’t you know the difference" Edward replied.

"Tck!"

One by one, the airborne projectiles halted, hovering just inches away from the orc lord’s massive frame.

Then, without so much as a flick of his hand, they shattered into dust.

Beth clenched her fists.

"Damnit. Just as expected" Edward said his jaw tightening, his breathing was heavy, but his stance remained firm.

"Amber," he said, eyes flicking toward the distance, where she stood, watching.

"We need to find a way to break through."

Beth gritted her teeth, the sting of pain still lingering in her ribs, but she had no time to dwell on it.

Her fingers tightened around the grips of her pistols, her sharp eyes locked onto the orc lord.

She wasn’t done yet.

With a swift movement, she raised both guns and squeezed the triggers.

The sharp crack of gunfire echoed through the battlefield as a storm of bullets rushed toward the towering beast.

But the orc lord didn’t even flinch.

With a slow, deliberate movement, he lifted his massive club, its jagged, obsidian surface gleaming under the broken sky.

Then, in a blur of motion that shouldn’t have been possible for something his size—

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

Every single bullet was deflected.

Beth’s eyes widened as she watched the rounds ricochet off his weapon, bouncing harmlessly to the ground.

What the hell?!

How could he cancel my bullet, does he also possess ash of nullification.

She fired again, faster this time, unloading a relentless stream of bullets aimed directly at his head, his chest, his legs, anywhere that could slow him down.

But it was useless.

With effortless precision, the orc lord swung his club in fluid, sweeping arcs, swatting away each bullet like they were nothing more than raindrops.

Beth’s mind raced.

This wasn’t just raw strength.

His movements, they were calculated.

He also possess ash of nullification.

He wasn’t just some mindless brute.

He adapted to her movement and shooting style.

The realization sent a chill down her spine, but she refused to let fear take hold.

"Tch," she clicked her tongue, her mind racing.

There had to be a way to outsmart him.

There had to be something—

A low, rumbling chuckle rose from the orc lord’s throat.

His piercing gaze locked onto her, his lips curling into a grin that sent a wave of unease crawling up her spine.

It was the grin of a predator who had just decided to finish playing with his food