Reincarnated with a lucky draw system - Chapter 323

Chapter 323: BATTLE AND CONQUEST II
A wall of blood formed in front of him, blocking the punch of the elemental orc.

The crimson barrier solidified with a viscous slurp, absorbing the impact in a spray of droplets that hung suspended, the metallic scent sharpening the room’s tension.

“Boss!” a group of underlings called out, noticing the confrontation of the elemental orc with Void.

Their voices rose in alarm from the corners of the inn, chairs scraping as they surged forward, weapons half-drawn, eyes wide with protective fury.

They moved to provide their assistance to the elemental orc, a tide of snarling, weapon-brandishing subordinates surging forward like a living wall of muscle and steel.

But their path, though, was blocked by Michael and Isobel. The two stepped in perfect sync, planting themselves between the mob and their boss, the way a dam holds back a flood.

“Who the hell are you? Get out of the way before I’m forced to hurt you as well. If you value your pathetic lives you will heed to the warning and get out of my face,” one of the subordinates warned the duo seriously, knuckles whitening around the haft of a spiked mace.

“Sorry, man. Can’t let you through,” Michael explained, scratching the back of his head with an almost apologetic grin.

“Unless you pass through us, that is.”

His face painted the picture of someone genuinely struggling to inconvenience them, shoulders lifted in a sheepish shrug.

“That will be the last chance I—”

BOOM!

The subordinate never finished the sentence.

Isobel’s fist crashed into his jaw with the force of a cannon shot, sending him rocketing backward through three tables and into the far wall.

Wood splintered, mugs exploded, and the orc’s body left a crater in the plaster before sliding limply to the floor.

“Less talking, more action will be more beneficial to us,” Isobel said coolly, already moving to the next opponent.

She seized a hulking ogre by the collar, yanked him close, and sank her fangs into the thick vein pulsing at his neck.

Blood jetted in a hot crimson arc, splattering across the floorboards and her pale cheeks like war-paint.

The ogre’s eyes rolled white as his vitality drained in seconds.

Michael gave an awkward smile, noticing the actions of Isobel.

“She’s the boss, not me,” he offered with a helpless chuckle, palms raised toward the stunned subordinates in mock helplessness.

“Infernal step,” Michael muttered.

He vanished in a blast of scarlet lightning. The air itself ignited, leaving a scorched trail of embers and ozone as he reappeared in the center of the mob.

Stretching both hands, Michael forged twin blades, one crackling cobalt lightning, the other roaring crimson flame.

The weapons hissed and spat, illuminating the dim inn in strobing light.

He swung the lightning blade in a wide arc. An orc’s torso parted cleanly at the waist, the cut edges instantly cauterized black, the smell of charred flesh blooming in the air.

“Get them!” the subordinates finally snapped out of their shock, roaring as they charged.

One of the orcs raised a massive club studded with iron spikes and brought it down like a falling tree.

Michael sidestepped with lazy grace, the club splintering the floorboards where he’d stood.

In the same breath he drove the flame blade upward, punching clean through the orc’s abdomen.

Fire blossomed inside the body; the orc’s scream turned to a gurgle as he burst into a living torch, collapsing into a pile of ash and bone before the flames even died.

A lizardman hissed, jaws unhinging to unleash a pressurized jet of water toward the burning corpse and Michael.

Michael flickered away in another crack of infernal lightning, reappearing behind the lizardman.

Twin blades crossed in opposite diagonals. The lizardman’s head leapt from his shoulders, spinning twice before thudding wetly to the floor.

With graceful movement, he appeared beside Isobel again.

She was cradling another lizardman like a lover, fangs buried deep, his skin tightening as she drank his life in greedy pulls.

“At least you all can fight outside the inn and don’t burn it down,” the innkeeper pleaded, wringing a dish-towel in trembling hands, eyes glistening on the verge of tears.

“Haha, you’re right,” Michael laughed, shooting the man an easy grin even as blood dripped from his blades.

“What’s the meaning of this in the first place? Who the hell are you people, and how dare you kill my subordinates?” the elemental orc finally roared, veins bulging, lightning crackling across his green skin, eyes glowing electric blue.

“They are with me,” Void answered, voice smooth as velvet, stepping forward without hurry.

“And you already know the reason. One last chance: submit, hand over every nebula under your control, and you will be spared.”

The elemental orc didn’t even pretend to consider it.

Lightning exploded around his body in a corona of white-blue arcs.

He ignored Void entirely, vanishing in a thunderclap and reappearing directly in front of Isobel, hand already on the hilt of his colossal greatsword.

The blade came down in a blinding silver streak, fast enough to split a mountain.

Isobel reacted a fraction late, raising a forearm wreathed in crimson blood spiraling up to meet the strike.

But the sword was faster, heavier, already whistling toward her skull.

Clang.

The blade halted mid-swing, suspended in air by a lattice of blood droplets that had shot upward like crimson spiderwebs, weaving themselves into an unbreakable net inches above Isobel’s head.

Sparks danced where steel kissed blood.

“That’s not very nice of you,” Void called out, tone refined and relaxed, as though he were merely correcting table manners.

But the expression on his face was anything but relaxed.

His eyes had gone the color of fresh-spilled blood, and the temperature in the inn plummeted, frost creeping across the wooden floor in jagged veins.

The elemental orc snarled, muscles bulging as he pressed down harder, lightning screaming along the blade, trying to force the cut through.

The blood lattice didn’t even tremble.

Outside the inn, thunder rumbled though there wasn’t a cloud in the sky.

Everyone within the inn watched the ongoing tension with fear and awe.