232 An Overpowered Human with Friends

Third Person Point of View

Drake thought he knew what to expect when he arrived as reinforcements for another Dungeon being attacked by fanatics. What he didn't expect was the fervor the fanatics had when charging.

"KILL THEM ALL!!!"

"NO MERCY FOR THE NON-BELIEVEVRS!!!"

"FOR OUR LORD AND REDEEMER!!!"

One by one, droves of fanatical humans charged at the defense line, barely held by the defenders. It's been a week since their attack, and not once did they let up. Be it night, day. Hell, being outnumbered just made them incredibly eager to fight and die.

"This is not good."

The man beside Drake hummed with worry, his red eyes squinting against the charging horde of fanatical people.

"Your horn has anything to say?" Drake questioned with a straight face, his arms itching slightly at the incoming action.

"None, I'm afraid. They probably have something that could jam my telepathy." The man rapped his fingers on the horn adorning his forehead, brown, tufts of hair cascading sideways from the protrusion.

"Well, might as well give them a little greeting." Drake smirked and looked behind him; the faces of bloodthirsty ogres and trolls greeted him back. "Ain't that right, boys?"

The group roared, giving Drake all the time he needed for the attack. "Tell your men to hang back for a moment. I'll give you a signal to know when you'll charge."

"Are you sure about this? This is incredibly reckless." The man replied with an anxious tone.

"Eh, you'll see."

Drake launched himself from the rampart of the stone walls of the fort, his landing kicking up dust into the air. Following him, the trolls and ogres landed right behind him, bloodthirsty smirks plastered on their faces.

"RAISE HELL!!!" Drake yelled out and rushed to meet the incoming wave of fanatics. Following his lead, the trolls and ogres roared, their heavy footfalls a sigh of their eagerness for combat.

"FOR THE CHIEFTAIN!" Zurug screamed out with glee, his large battle axe raised to meet his foes.

"Such fine specimens. Let us begin our experiments, shall we?" Xek grinned as he raised his staff. "Asceneearum Libdius Walesis Inus Jalioguish!"

The tip of the staff emitted a red mist and quickly caught up with the charging forms of his compatriots. Their eyes took on a reddish hue while their muscles seemingly bulged, giving the charging giants a terrifying visage.

This did nothing to impede the suicidal rally of the fanatics.

Meanwhile, Drake wasn't visually affected by the chant, save for his now reddish eyes. He was, however, one hundred percent affected by it, giving him a tremendous boost in speed and power.

Materializing his gauntlets, he met one fanatic who was giving him a mad glare, his spear poised to skewer through him had he not diverted its aim.

Stumbling, the fanatic only had a single moment of realization before a gauntleted fist came crashing down on his skull, crushing it like a melon.

The lifeless body came crashing to the ground, blood splattering all across the ground and giving off a horrible odor.

Not deterred by the death of one of their own, the fanatics continued on their charge, yelling and screaming as their fervor fueled their will to push on.

At last, the two waves met head on, and one side emerged victorious from the initial impact.

Flying bodies of fanatics flew through the air violently, their screaming visages giving hope to the inhabitants of the Dungeon.

The trolls and ogres wreaked havoc as they stomped and all but crushed the ranks of fanatics. Blades met their skin and failed to draw blood, only leaving a light scratch.

"Fear not their blades, my fellow allies!" Xek cried in glee, his staff once more raised to cast another spell. "I shall give you all the protection you need!"

"MOW PUNY HUMANS DOWN! SLAUGHTER ALL!!! FOR THE GLORY OF OUR CHIEFTAIN!!!"

Zurug gave a war cry, hacking an unfortunate fanatic in two.

A loud roar echoed through the caves, slightly shaking the earth due to the force alone.

All the while, Drake let loose on the frontlines, killing every single fanatic his eyes could see that tried to get nearby.

'Damn, Jionni. You have some scary-ass subordinates.' Drake punched another fanatic to the ground, introducing his insides to the outsides from the force alone. The attacker crumpled to the ground, a look of pure agony etched on his face for eternity.

"Kill the infidel! Offer his head as a tribute to our Lord and Redeemer!"

"Yeah, yeah, shut up." Drake's eye twitched at the clichéd line of the fanatic before he introduced the woman to the afterlife. "Seriously, are fanatics broken records? All I hear from them are bla bla our lord bla bla bla kill the heretic!"

Drake crouched low to dodge an attack and countered with a sweeping kick, knocking the attacker to the ground. Not wasting a moment, Drake lunged and gave an axe kick directly to his midsection, reducing his insides to jelly.

"Well, are you!?" Drake yelled his question at the fanatics all around him, who were glaring at him like he had committed genocide against their entire family tree. "Come on! Say something! Is that all you fuckers say!?"

Emotions running high, Drake grew frustrated at the lack of responses and lashed out at the nearest fanatic, giving the girl just on the cusp of her adulthood a one-way trip to the afterlife.

Drake's battle lust went into overdrive when all he heard from the fanatics after killing one of their own was shouting for him to die for their Lord and Redeemer.

It fueled him with pure rage.

'Fucking fanatics…' Inwardly, Drake was disgusted that these kinds of people existed. It reminded him of the deaths of those close to him.

Their scared faces, their screams, their pleas…

"I WILL KILL ALL OF YOU FUCKERS!"

Drake smashed his fists together, the gauntlets emitting a shrill shriek of sound as metal met metal.

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To be honest, Xek was having the time of his life. Being an ogre with limited mana capacity by nature, he knew, he wouldn't be that good of a mage.

He wanted nothing more than to practice his magecraft and hone it to its absolute peak. But those counted among the strongest spells were unavailable to him due to his race.

As such, he was stuck with the lower tier ones, which was a great deal of frustration for him. Back in a Dungeon way before his current Chieftain, he was usually mocked by those superior to him, although none of them would get too physical.

At least his body was good for intimidating others.

But watching them perform spell after spell, each with an increasing number of powers, Xek knew he would be on the lowermost rung of the mage's totem pole.

So, he tried another branch of magic, one that was highly effective with only a meagre amount of mana cost. Sadly, they were not that popular back then because their old Chieftain was a bit of a strong-and-sudden type.

Sure, they liked his buffs, but there were others who could cast stronger ones than his. And his last Chieftain before their current one was one to write off magic.

Brute.

Which is why Xek is eternally grateful to finally spread his wings and see the effects of his spells on the enemy that dared to harm his Chieftain, or well, at least one of his friends.

"Shall I test my new spell on you? Puny human?" Xek sneered as he neared a fanatic, his eyes glaring all the while. "Oh, do show me at least some struggle."

"Salac Queule." His staff transformed into a giant war hammer, one whose form suited the ogre's needs.

Without a moment's hesitation, the human roared, then charged as the war hammer was still taking shape. Xek, seeing the attack from a mile away, snorted and used his free hand to block the incoming attack.

"Foolish." The blade met skin and the blade lost. This did not deter the fanatic, however, as he continued to wail on with his broken weapon. "How humiliating."

"DIE! DIE! DIE! HERETIC SCUM!"

The transformation now complete, Xek shook his head before grasping the arm of the fanatic, breaking it in the process, and tossing the man aside like a sack of potatoes.

"The Right Hand is right, you all are like broken records." Xek raised the war hammer above his head. "Such a shame."

He brought it down, and the fanatic was no more than a mere stain on the ground.

It was then that an explosion rang out across the battlefield, catching Xek's, and the rest of his group's, attention.

At the center of the explosion stood a familiar figure, but covered in an exoskeleton that covered the entirety of his body.

"Ah, it seems the Right Hand has gotten serious. This shall be a fine display, indeed." Xek chuckled before raising his war hammer. "Well then, it is time I got serious as well."

"Libalkus Taniaana!" Xek roared as power surged within him, his purplish tint now covering his entire green body. A horn grew on his head as a pair of purplish wings grew on his back.

Flapping them both, Xek floated above the ground before becoming fully in flight.

Soaring through the air, Xek cackled and prepared to dive in.

He may be a shaman, but he is first and foremost, an ogre. And they do love diving head-on against throngs of people.

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"R-r-r-remind me n-n-n-not to get o-o-on Jionni's b-b-bad s-side..." Pilips nervously stated to his right-hand man as they watched in absolute shock at the strength of one of his ogres. Drake? He was already well-known.

"As you wish, leader."