Dominant Run!

Orc Disaster, Geld!

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"Well, Mr. Orc Lord, let's see what you're made of," Rimuru said with a confident smirk, his tone laced with arrogance. Hands casually stuffed into his pockets, he began a leisurely stroll toward the Orc Lord. There was no rush in his steps, no sense of urgency in his demeanor, and his eyes betrayed no hint of concern.

As he moved forward, Rimuru became acutely aware of several presences surrounding him, silently observing the unfolding battle.

The first presence was Anrietta, the head of the spy organization from Dwargon. Ever since Rimuru's visit to Dwargon, she had been stationed around Tempest, keeping a watchful eye on him. Given the fantastic impression Rimuru left on Gazel, it was no surprise that Dwargon considered him a top-priority target, hence why they had sent Anrietta, their best available spy, to personally monitor his every move. However, despite her best attempts at maintaining secrecy, Rimuru made a habit of playfully taunting her by sending over delicious food from time to time—a subtle reminder that he was fully aware of her presence, much to her frustration.

The second presence belonged to a team from the Kingdom of Blumund. Consisting of four highly skilled humans, they had hidden their presence remarkably well, a testament to Blumund's reputation as the kingdom of information. Honestly, Rimuru respected Blumund's hustle to maintain their reputation and status against these other superpowers of the West, despite being a small nation itself.

The third group consisted of a majin and a demon from Demon Lord Clayman's camp. The majin, Pirone, one of Clayman's Five Fingers, hovered in the sky, surveying the scene below. Meanwhile, the demon, Gelmud, concealed himself in the shadows, broadcasting the battle back to Clayman's castle for the eyes of Clayman and the other two Demon Lords, Carrion and Frey.

The fourth group consisted of two clowns, Tear and Footman, lurking nearby, most likely keeping an eye on the battlefield for either Laplace or Yuki. As he sensed their presence, he suddenly remembered something and telepathically instructed Testarossa, 'Testa, there are two clowns currently watching the battle. Go to them and capture the fat one.'

With his orders given, Rimuru shifted his focus to the last, and perhaps most surprising, presence he had sensed. This one had appeared only minutes ago, lingering at least five kilometers away from the battlefield. They were perched calmly on a distant cliff and their icy blue eyes fixed on the events unfolding in the forest.

Then, for a brief moment, their gazes met across the distance. Though their presence piqued his curiosity, Rimuru knew this was not the time to address them, so he returned his attention back to the Orc Lord and continued walking toward him.

The Orc Lord, upon seeing this new enemy appear on the field, let his anger be known as he unleashed an earth-shattering roar, raising his cleaver menacingly toward Rimuru, signaling his troops to attack.

In response to their leader's roar, thousands of Orcs raised their weapons and charged at Rimuru. However, before they could even take a single step, Rimuru casually removed his hand from his pocket and made a simple swiping-down motion with his fingers. The next moment, every single Orc on the battlefield, aside from the Orc Lord himself, collapsed to the ground, crushed under an overwhelming gravitational force that pushed them from above.

Those watching from the sidelines were left shocked and dumbfounded. A force of more than 200,000 Orcs had been rendered helpless with just a swipe of Rimuru's two fingers. Whether they were humans or demons, a new wave of awe and fear surged through the hearts of all the spectators. It was one thing to witness a Dragon or a Demon Lord causing widespread destruction—such chaos often felt impersonal, a consequence of raw power. But what Rimuru had just done was precise, deliberate, and terrifying in its simplicity. Although he had merely subdued the Orc army for now, it didn't take much imagination to envision what would happen if Rimuru had even two of his subordinates joined in to finish the task. To all the watchers, what Rimuru had just done was nothing short of outrageous.