The Great Summoner stood on a hill like an idiot god, staff raised, chanting nonstop.
Every few seconds, portals ripped open and orcs poured out.
Warriors.
Berserkers.
Shamans.
Chieftains.
Level 300, and above, all of them.
Not weak, not strong.
Just… endless.
I landed in their midst and smiled.
"Oh no," I muttered. "Free-range experience."
Divine light flared around me as I cut through the first wave. My blade, [Heaven's Edge], moved like liquid light, each swing leaving afterimages.
[Divine Slash].
The first orc split vertically, not even enough time to scream.
[Radiant Burst].
Three more disintegrated, ash and light. An orc berserker came at me with a two-handed maul. I sidestepped, drove my blade up through its ribs, twisted, and kicked the body off as I spun into the next target.
Clean. Efficient. Brutal.
