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SM/DC Chapter 140 : Arise, Tusk
🕑 Added 2025-06-06 22:22:06 +0000 UTCLEVEL 5 – BOSS CHAMBER
The stone doors split open with a low, grinding groan, revealing a grand, torch-lit hall veined in lava and marked with primitive banners stitched from flesh. The heat was palpable, rising in waves from the floor as Arthur stepped inside, casting a long shadow behind him.
At the far end, on a throne of jagged rock and skulls, sat an orc shaman tall, emaciated, adorned with bone charms and tribal tattoos that glowed faintly with magic. Beside him stood four massive high orcs, their armor dark and bristling with spikes, each of them radiating bloodlust and magical reinforcement.
A system prompt blinked in Arthur’s vision
[Defeat the High Orc Shaman – Kargalgan.]
Arthur blinked once. “Kargal-what? Nah,” he scoffed, rolling his neck. “You’re gonna be named Tusk again. You just scream Tusk.”
The orc shaman’s crimson eyes glowed brighter. “Human. You dare mock us? Do you truly believe you can defeat me and my champions?”
Arthur sighed, lifting a hand. “Spare me the whole ‘do you truly believe’ villain monologue. I’m on a schedule, Tusk. Time to wrap it up.”
“Insolent fool,” Kargalgan hissed, raising his hand . Without rising from the throne, he began to chant.
“Hymn of Protection!”
A wave of blue energy cloaked the orcs like burning armor.
“Hymn of Strengthening!”
Their muscles bulged, veins glowing with inner fire.
And then, “Hymn of the Blazing Fire!”
A sudden storm of fireballs tore across the chamber.
Arthur’s eyes gleamed. “Ah. Spam caster. Totally forgot that it’s your whole thing.”
He ducked to the side, slipping through the blaze like liquid shadow. Fire licked the walls behind him, exploding on impact, but he was already moving already smiling.
The Demon King’s Longsword flared into existence in his hand, wreathed in crackling blue lightning.
The first high orc charged. Arthur didn't flinch.
He vanished with Speed Step, reappearing behind the brute, dragging his blade through the air and leaving behind a ribbon of lightning. The sword cleaved straight through the orc’s armor and magic protection, carving into its back with a thunderous crack spine shattered, body twitching as it fell face-first into the stone.
A second roared and came in with a hammer swing.
Arthur stepped sideways, grabbed its wrist with Ruler’s Authority, and twisted. Bone snapped, and the hammer fell. Arthur used the same spell to drag the orc forward its body ragdolled and he slammed his fist into its face, caving in the skull with a sickening crunch.
“Two.”
The third and fourth came together, coordinating their attacks. One swung vertically, the other horizontally.
Arthur leapt into the air, flipped, and landed on top of the vertical axe mid-swing. He ran along it with perfect balance, vaulting over the orc’s head beheading him just as he leapt. In midair, he threw his sword forward and with a whisper of Ruler’s Authority, it shot ahead with intent.
The blade sliced clean through the fourth orc’s neck beheading it in a flash of lightning then curved mid-air and spun backward, returning to Arthur’s hand just as he landed.
“Three. Four.”
All four generals collapsed, broken, twitching in their death. The stench of scorched flesh from the lightning filled the hall.
Above them all, Kargalgan watched in fury.
“HYMN OF BLAZING FIRE!” he bellowed again.
Fire rained from the ceiling.
Arthur didn’t even look up his body became a blur. He moved between the firebursts, the heat dancing off his cloak as he weaved through the inferno untouched. The last flame sputtered out behind him like a dying breath.
He stopped in the center of the ruined chamber. His blade still hummed in his hand.
Now, only the shaman remained.
Arthur cracked his neck, sparks flickering off the blade.
“Alright, Tusk. Your turn.”
Kargalgan, the once-imposing shaman, now sat hunched forward, clawed fingers trembling on his armrest.
He glared at Arthur through the swirling heat, blood trickling from his tusked lips, rage spilling from every inch of his being.
“Don’t think just because you killed my soldiers that you can de—”
He never finished the sentence.
A blur of shadow split the space between them.
CRACK.
Arthur was there in front of him in the space between breaths.
Kargalgan’s blood-red eyes widened. For a split second, time felt slow. He saw it. The arc of a gauntleted fist, wrapped in bones veined with lines of glowing violet, barreling straight toward him.
The Hymn of Protection, his final ward, shimmered then shattered like glass under the blow.
BOOM.
The fist crashed through his face. Bone gave way. His head snapped back as the entire world spun. The throne shattered behind him as he sailed across the chamber like a broken doll, cratering into the far wall. A cloud of stone and dust erupted around him.
He groaned, blood pouring from his mangled snout, falling to his knees.
And then… footsteps.
Measured. Calm. Inescapable.
Arthur walked forward, slowly, the Demon King’s Longsword crackling with quiet hunger in his hand. And behind him, the shattered battlefield glowed with lingering electricity.
“I told you…” Arthur’s voice was quiet, like a storm whispering before the thunder. “…to spare me the talk.”
Kargalgan screamed.
“HYMN OF RAGE!”
His muscles pulsed violently, his veins glowing red.
“HYMN OF PROTECTION!”
A broken barrier tried to reform.
“HYMN OF THE BLAZING DRAGON!”
From the air behind him, a summoning circle burst open dozens of fiery dragon heads emerged, screeching and roaring as they unleashed torrents of flame.
Arthur didn’t flinch.
Instead, he raised his longsword, and then with perfect calm, tossed it above his head.
The blade hovered, spinning rapidly like a blazing saw, controlled with eerie precision by Ruler’s Authority. Sparks and arcs of blue lightning flared out in all directions, forming a swirling shield.
The dragons’ flames crashed into the spinning sword and shattered across it, fire splitting and dancing around Arthur like a parted sea. And still he walked forward.
Kargalgan’s jaw clenched. Madness and fear mixed in his crimson gaze.
Then he took a desperate breath.
“Hymn of the Blazing Dragon!”
The incantation surged into him this time his own mouth opened, fire erupting from deep in his chest like a dragon’s core. The stream of flames blasted forward, a relentless inferno that turned the stone beneath it molten.
Arthur raised one hand only one, his gauntlet glowing red-hot with contact blocking the fire with his palm.
His eyes shimmered bright blue now. Not a flicker of hesitation. No strain. He walked through the fire, head tilted slightly.
And then he reached him.
Kargalgan’s flames died down.
Arthur grabbed him by the jaw, forcing it shut.
Kargalgan struggled then froze.
He saw it.
The light in Arthur’s eyes. The dark power flowing through him, the very dormant terrifying presence.
“You never had a chance to begin with,” Arthur said, voice low and final.
With his free hand, Arthur drove his fist through Kargalgan’s chest. Ribs shattered. The shaman’s eyes rolled back. His body convulsed then slumped, limp and defeated.
Arthur pulled his arm free and let the corpse fall to the molten floor with a wet thud.
Silence.
The fire dimmed and the heat receded.
A soft chime echoed in Arthur’s mind as the system’s interface blinked.
[Boss Defeated – High Orc Shaman Kargalgan Eliminated.]
[Level 5 Cleared.]
He looked over the fallen with calm, his voice quiet.
“Arise.”
The word struck like a divine command.
A pulse of black energy surged outward.
The four high orcs, Rose once more their skin shadow and red. Their eyes glowing, and with unison groans, they knelt, now silent sentinels of the dead.
Then came the last.
Kargalgan.
His shadowed form exploded upward, towering above the others. His once emerald robes were now ink-black, his tusks were longer, jagged and horn-like. His eyes no longer burned red they blazed violet.
Arthur stepped forward slowly, stopping just a few feet from him.
“You...” he said, a ghost of a smile pulling at the corner of his lips. “Quiet stronger than I thought you would be as a shadow..”
The shadow merely knelt silent and loyal.
[Rank General]
Arthur raised a brow. “A General, hmm? Possibly because of your magic output,” he muttered, folding his arms.
Then he tilted his head slightly.
“No. Not gonna call you Kargalgom or whatever…” He placed a hand on the massive shadow “You’ll be called Tusk. A fitting name really, no need to call you something else.”
[Tusk - Rank General]
Tusk knelt even deeper, shadowy mist coiling around his form in acknowledgment.
The interface chimed again, text unfolding before Arthur’s eyes as it showed the loot “Interesting items...” he said with a voice full of excitement and surprise.
