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The sun set and rose, marking the passage of another night.

In the following days of battle, although the orc army's achievements were not as great as on the first day, the humans hastily reorganized their battle lines. They even sent Saint Masters to ambush and eliminate several Warcraft Orc Warriors. However, they still could not stop the continuous retreat of the battle line. As fortresses fell one after another and sections of the city walls collapsed, the orc army had already advanced past the mountain's midpoint, gradually approaching the core area of the Divine Light Temple.

Yet, the morale of the humans surprisingly did not collapse. Instead, as the orcs advanced step by step, it became even more heightened.

At the same time, the immense Divine Light Power radiating from the peak of Saint Spirit Mountain became increasingly concentrated. Although the rate of power increase had gradually slowed, its form seemed to change every day, gradually merging with the various structures of Saint Spirit Mountain. This phenomenon left the orc high command, who had been closely observing it, in awe.

Finally, on the twelfth day of the orcs' mountain assault, the last fortress on the mountainside fell, leaving only the very peak of Saint Spirit Mountain in human hands.

The battle that would truly determine the future of the two races had only just begun.

Heroic Werewolf Scroll, Chapter 76: Divine Peaks and Sacred Words Rise Over the Heavenly City

Saint Spirit Mountain, having endured the flames of war, presented a uniquely bleak and desolate scene.

Once, Saint Spirit Mountain was enveloped in a holy aura, with lush green forests stretching from the base to the summit, adorned only by pristine religious structures and orderly pilgrimage paths. Now, the mountain's vegetation had been utterly destroyed. Old buildings and newly constructed fortresses alike lay in ruins, their shattered walls and ruins emitting thin wisps of black smoke. Countless corpses lay scattered among the debris, bearing witness to the fierce battles that had taken place.

Ruins, fire-scarred fields, corpses, and the fluttering orc war banners looked like countless ugly scars crisscrossing the once-sacred mountain.

Only the main structures of the temple at the summit still shimmered with holy light.

Today, the orc legions, advancing in five separate columns from the base of the mountain, resembled a giant claw ready to crush this final bastion of light into dust.

"In the name of the Lord of Armies, the undefeated Wargod Odin, bless the bearer of this war banner, granting the Black Bear Tribe's legion unyielding martial fortune."

"In the name of the Lord of Armies... Odin... bless... the Mammoth Tribe..."

"In the name of the Lord of Armies... Odin... bless... the Yak Tribe..."

"In the name of the Lord of Armies... Odin... bless... the Golden Wolf Tribe..."

The grand shamans from the Temple of War were conducting a highly symbolic ceremony—standing on the blessed land of the Light God to pray for the armies of the Wargod. This was a wish that generations of Wargod shamans had harbored for centuries but never achieved. Thus, the grand shamans poured their hearts into the prayers. In an instant, thousands of pure golden and red Wargod power rings descended from the sky, landing on the orc legions of various tribes. The spectacle was so magnificent that it rivaled the brilliance of the Divine Light Power at the mountain's peak.

The orc king's banner fluttered high as Samantha, dressed in full battle regalia, stood on a platform built from massive stones, overlooking the most elite legion of the orc alliance. For a moment, his thoughts drifted.

...How many years has it been? Since the first time I held the scroll of the Emperor Martial Overlord Art and vowed to become the first emperor to restore the orc empire, how many hardships have I endured, how many sacrifices have I made? Now, having come this far, whether the journey was right or wrong no longer matters. Like a carriage pushed to its breaking point, I can only charge toward that destined goal, whether it leads to victory or destruction...

Suddenly, Samantha took a deep breath, suppressing all chaotic thoughts. He inwardly cursed: Damn that old fool. I never expected your power to still be growing. Over the past six months, I've significantly increased my strength, yet I still can't fully purge the lingering effects of your Divine Prophecy. But at least it no longer affects my combat with the Emperor Martial Overlord Art. Once I kill you, all the damage you've caused will naturally vanish.

Steeling himself, Samantha stepped forward and addressed the elite warriors of the various tribes gathered below: "Today, I am proud of all the heroes standing here. It is you who, time and again, have waded through blood and death, accomplishing a feat even the 'War Saint' Leimen could not achieve—raising our orc war banners atop this human holy mountain. I am proud of you!"

Samantha's voice, amplified by his Saint-level combat energy, not only resonated throughout the entire orc army but also surged straight to the peak of Saint Spirit Mountain. Unlike the restrained force directed at the orc warriors, this sonic wave, infused with Samantha's vast Emperor Martial Overlord Art combat energy, struck the layers of Divine Light barriers at the summit like a wide-area attack spell. The barriers rippled and shimmered like water, emitting thunderous roars akin to war drums, amplifying Samantha's declaration.

"...Now, we shall bring this war to its perfect conclusion, destroying the last human stronghold on this continent, turning these cowardly worms into the dirt beneath our feet!" Samantha's declaration was filled with fervor and grandeur. As his speech neared its end, he suddenly raised his left hand, clenched it into a fist, and shouted: "Trample Saint Spirit Mountain—restore the orc world—long live Wargod Odin—"

"Ooh—trample Saint Spirit Mountain—restore the orc world—long live Wargod Odin—"

All the orcs, whether warriors or shamans, whether sword emperors or common soldiers, roared in unison, invigorated by the impending battle. Only Chen Xuanfeng, whose soul hailed from another world, remained unmoved. His gaze slightly cold, he murmured to himself: "Restore the orc world? In your heart, it's probably 'restore the orc empire,' isn't it? But from the perspective of the orc alliance, whether it's his strength, character, achievements, or influence, he is more than qualified to become the orc emperor. Not to mention the sacrifices he's made for the entire race... Though our stances differ, this time, Samantha, I will truly give you my full support... Just this once..."