Fairy Tale: With Sin Of Pride

Blood energy surged into Rhodes' body, and he felt his strength quietly yet significantly increase.

However, the ghost hand on his right arm grew more violent and bloodthirsty after absorbing the blood energy. The will of ghosts and gods within it stirred restlessly, like a sinister entity, constantly instilling a murderous intent into his mind.

"Do you think you can dominate me as well?"

Rhodes sneered coldly. In an instant, his God-Destruction magic power poured into the ghost hand, smothering and devouring its unruly essence.

The power of ghosts and gods, when broken down, was merely a potent force. Its unique characteristic was the ability to absorb surrounding evil thoughts, allowing it to develop its own will and even influence the host wielding it.

Unfortunately for it, it had encountered Rhodes.

At its core, the power of ghosts and gods was merely a manifestation of the laws of power. And as long as it fell within the purview of these laws, it was no match for Rhodes' God-Destruction magic.

As the ghost hand quieted, Rhodes turned his gaze toward the group of frightened orcs. Only the Wild Boar King stood firm, his eyes calm and unshaken.

Although this human's strength had far exceeded his expectations, the Wild Boar King was not one to back down. As the leader of the pig-headed clan, one of the twenty-four royal families of the Orc Empire, he had earned his position through sheer power and determination.

He had killed all rivals vying for the leadership, emerging as the last one standing. Did this human truly believe he could contend with the strength of someone at the peak of the Holy Realm?

The Wild Boar King, clad in heavy armor, leaped down from his massive mount. In his hand, he held an oversized flail—a long chain with a spiked ball at its end. The weapon exuded an oppressive aura of weight and brutality.

"Humans, you will never understand the might of the orcs!" the Wild Boar King growled, his voice low and menacing. "A race without any foundation can never hope to rival the power of the orcs, no matter how numerous."

He began walking toward Rhodes step by step, the ground trembling slightly under his massive frame.

"I admit you are strong enough to make me take this seriously," the Wild Boar King continued, his tone grim. "But now, I will unleash my full power and crush you here and now."

His expression twisted into a cruel grin. "And you, human, will only weep in despair at the insurmountable gap in strength."

The Wild Boar King suddenly threw his head back and roared, his voice echoing across the battlefield.

"Ancestor! Grant me your strength!"

Rhodes raised an eyebrow, a trace of curiosity flickering in his eyes.

The orcs were known for their worship of ancestors and totems, sometimes even prioritizing it above their reverence for the Beast Gods. This tradition was deeply ingrained in their culture, with the high priests playing a crucial role in these ancestral rites.

While Rhodes wasn't fully versed in the reasons behind this practice, he had heard a rumor. Supposedly, when powerful orcs died, their souls didn't dissipate like those of other races. Instead, they slumbered, stored within the bloodlines of their descendants.

Ancestral totems were not mere symbols but tools to awaken these slumbering spirits. If the resonance between the descendant's soul and their ancestor's was harmonious, they could inherit the ancestor's power. In some cases, they could even temporarily awaken their ancestors, gaining a massive boost in strength—a phenomenon akin to an explosive surge of power.

Now, Rhodes watched as the Wild Boar King underwent this very transformation.

As the Wild Boar King roared, ghostly figures of pig-headed warriors materialized behind him, each emanating a formidable aura. His body began to expand rapidly, growing larger and more imposing with each passing second.

An aura rivaling that of a demigod erupted from his form. From the Holy Realm, the Wild Boar King's power soared to unprecedented heights.

Addicted to this newfound strength, the Wild Boar King's eyes gleamed with madness. The remnants of his ancestors' wills surged through his soul, threatening to replace his consciousness. But with sheer determination, he suppressed the invading wills, sealing them deep within his bloodline.

The ancestors' spirits were no benevolent guides. This was a secret known only to orc leaders. The ancestral spirits, sustained by the faith and sacrifices of their descendants, slumbered in the bloodlines not out of altruism, but to seize a chance at resurrection.

Every awakening was a trial. Those who could endure the ancestors' residual wills gained their power. Those who failed were consumed, their wills replaced, and their bodies turned into vessels for their ancestors' rebirth.

Only the most confident in their strength dared to attempt such a ritual.

"This is the power of a demigod!" the Wild Boar King bellowed, reveling in his newfound might. "Humans, have you decided how you wish to die?"

With a deafening roar, he swung his enormous flail, the spiked ball spinning like a whirlwind as it hurtled toward Rhodes.

"Are those your last words?" Rhodes murmured, his tone icy.

With ghostly speed, Rhodes evaded the attack, appearing before the Wild Boar King in an instant.

His long blade gleamed as it rested at his waist. He raised his eyes, now brimming with cold arrogance.

"Take this."

The power of ghosts and gods surged into the blade, transforming it into a crimson streak of light that sliced upward. The Wild Boar King was lifted off the ground, his massive frame helpless before the destructive force.

For the first time, the Wild Boar King felt the power he so revered as insignificant as an ant. Before he could react, Rhodes leapt high into the air.

The blood-red ghost hand, now tinged with black, pulsed with overwhelming energy. The restraints binding its power began to crack, releasing a force so intense that even the gods would tremble.

With a single devastating slash, Rhodes brought his blade down.

The impact was catastrophic. The Wild Boar King was driven into the earth, creating a crater hundreds of meters deep. The ground for miles around caved inward, forming a massive funnel.

"This is the power of your ancestors?" Rhodes sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. "Even if you summon all eighteen generations of them, they'd still be trash."

He glanced at the crater with disdain.

"Trash is trash, no matter how it's dressed up. Instead of wasting time with all these theatrics, you might as well wait for death."

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