Transmigrated As An Extra In The Apocalypse-Chapter 90 - 89: Attack On Orc Lord (10)

Gravity alone wouldn’t be able to create an attack like that.

Normal gravity could pull, could crush, could bend, but it couldn’t cut.

Which meant...

"He’s learned to manipulate gravity in a way that surpasses its natural limits," I muttered under my breath.

My mind raced, piecing together everything I knew.

If gravity could warp space, bend it to its will...

Then what if he was using that concept to create invisible blades?

Instead of pulling things down, he was pulling space apart, creating razor-thin distortions that could slice through anything.

A terrifying realization settled in my chest.

His gravity wasn’t normal gravity anymore.

The orc lord wasn’t just using his ability, he had mastered it to a level beyond anything we had ever seen.

And that meant...

This battle was about to become even more dangerous, now that he is beginning to use his real powers.

The moment stretched thin, time slowing as dread settled into the pit of my stomach.

The orc lord barely moved, just a shift in stance, the slight rise of his enormous club.

No roar.

No wild charge.

Just a simple swing.

And another life was snuffed out.

The awakened had tried.

He had reacted the moment the orc lord moved, hands glowing as he activated his ability.

A shimmering barrier formed before him, layers of energy crackling in defiance.

He must have believed it would be enough.

But it wasn’t.

The club never even made direct contact.

There was no impact, no shattering of the barrier.

Just a silent, invisible force cutting through space itself.

A sharp slice split the air.

And then, blood.

The awakened’s eyes went wide, his lips parting as if he wanted to say something.

Maybe he didn’t even realize what had happened.

Maybe his mind was still catching up to the fact that his body had already been severed.

A breath later, he collapsed.

His upper body hit the ground first, followed by his legs half a second later.

The battlefield remained still.

No one moved.

No one screamed.

It was the kind of silence that came when people had no words left, when the horror was too great to put into sound.

I swallowed hard, my fingers curling into fists.

He had tried to deflect it.

He had tried to fight back.

And still... it had meant nothing.

I could feel the panic growing in the others.

The realization sinking in.

If abilities didn’t work, if barriers meant nothing, then what could they possibly do?

The orc lord stood there, unbothered, his grip on his weapon loose, almost relaxed.

He was waiting.

Not attacking mindlessly, not rushing to kill the next person in line.

He was watching.

Calculating.

Enjoying the fact that we understood just how powerless we currently were.

But i didn’t wait again.

None of us did.

The weight of hesitation vanished.

Standing here without trying nothing will get us all killed effortlessly.

There was no time to think about what had just happened, about how effortlessly the orc lord had cut down an awakened like swatting away an insect.

If we stopped now, if we let the fear settle in, we’d all be dead before we even took another breath.

So we moved.

Edward was the first to lunge forward, his body still radiating heat from his earlier burst of rage.

The sheer force of his charge kicking up debris around him.

Beth followed right behind him, gun already raised, eyes locked onto a weak point that probably didn’t exist.

The nullification in her bullets was our only real chance, even if his armor refused to let them through.

I surged forward with the others, a sharp breath filling my lungs as I gathered my energy, preparing to strike at the perfect moment.

The strong soldiers, those who had survived this long, ran alongside the awakened, their grips on their weapons tighter than before.

They weren’t running out of duty anymore.

This wasn’t about following orders or maintaining formation.

This was survival.

Either we kill this monster, or he kill all of us.

The orc lord stood in place, waiting.

His massive form was still, his grip on his club loose.

He could have attacked us the moment we moved, but he didn’t.

Instead, he let us come to him.

It wasn’t arrogance.

It wasn’t hesitation.

He was enjoying this.

Testing us.

Seeing if we were worth the effort.

My heart pounded as the distance closed.

Every muscle in my body screamed to move faster, to strike before he had the chance to counter.

Edward reached him first.

His fist came down, a streak of raw power.

Beth’s gun fired a split second later, nullification bullets aiming for any weak spot they could find.

And I was right behind them.

Charging straight into the fight.

The air vibrated with the force of the orc lord’s swings.

Beth barely moved, standing in the line of attack as if she had no fear of death.

The massive club slashed through the space between them, a blur of raw destruction.

One.

The impact sent a shockwave outward, lifting dust and debris into the air.

The force of the swing alone could have shattered bones, crushed organs, sent her body flying like a broken doll.

But Beth remained standing.

Two.

Another strike.

The club slammed into her side, its weight enough to split the most durable soldier in half.

Yet, she didn’t so much as flinch.

The moment stretched, the world slowing as I watched in disbelief.

No effect.

It didn’t make sense.

The orc lord knew it too.

His attacks were meant to kill, to flatten anything in their path.

But Beth was still standing, unfazed, her expression as sharp and unreadable as ever.

The third strike came, heavier, angrier.

The club crashed against her again, the force making the ground beneath her feet crack.

Yet nothing changed.

No blood.

No broken limbs.

No visible damage at all.

She survived it.

But how?

The orc lord finally stepped back, his deep-set eyes narrowing in frustration.

A guttural growl rumbled from his throat as he gripped his weapon tighter, annoyance flickering through his monstrous features.

Beth tilted her head slightly, her gaze meeting his with something that almost looked like amusement.

"Did you think it would work on me?" she asked, her voice smooth, unimpressed.

The orc lord let out a low, snarling breath.

Beth smirked.

It was the first time in this battle that I saw something shake the monster.