Strongest Radioactive System

Chapter 272 Relentless

The battlefield had descended into an unrelenting nightmare.The haze of smoke continued to billow around them, thick and choking, obscuring all but the immediate vicinity.

Gerhardt and the remaining five mages, the sole survivors of what was once a formidable human force, stood shoulder to shoulder, their magical barriers flickering weakly with each desperate chant.

Fear gnawed at their hearts, their minds racing for answers against the onslaught they faced.

Then, the sound came again—whoosh!—sharp, piercing through the dull roar of the battlefield.

Another Orc was launched through the murky air, its body spinning like a ragdoll as it hurtled toward the cluster of mages.

The creature's eyes were wide with panic, its arms flailing uselessly. Yet, as it came into focus, its fear gave way to rage, and it raised its crude weapon mid-flight, targeting the nearest mage.

"Here it comes again!" one of the mages screamed, their voice breaking in terror.

The Orc crashed into the magical barrier with a deafening BOOM!, its jagged axe striking the glowing wall.

The impact reverberated through the mages' defenses, sending shockwaves that forced them to stumble backward.

Before they could recover, the sound returned—whoosh, whoosh!—this time in rapid succession.

Two more Orcs emerged from the smoky veil, their feral snarls filling the air as they careened toward the group.

They struck the barrier almost simultaneously, their weapons slamming against the protective dome with bone-jarring force.

"Focus! Focus the barrier!" Gerhardt shouted, his voice hoarse from exertion.

But even as they poured their remaining strength into the shield, another sound erupted—a guttural roar that grew louder and more menacing with each passing second.

Out of the haze, an Ogre appeared, its massive body hurtling through the air like a boulder fired from a siege engine.

The ground trembled as the creature landed just short of the barrier, its weight sending a shockwave through the earth.

The beast staggered for a moment, its confusion evident, but then its glowing eyes locked onto the mages.

With a roar that shook the battlefield, it charged forward, swinging a tree-trunk-sized club.

The barrier flickered dangerously as the club struck, its light dimming under the sheer force of the blow.

Gerhardt gritted his teeth, sweat pouring down his face.

"This can't hold much longer!" a younger mage cried out, their voice laced with panic.

Another whoosh cut through the air.

This time, four Orcs flew toward them, their bodies twisting unnaturally as they soared.

The group barely had time to react before the creatures crashed into the barrier from different angles, their weapons smashing against the weakened shield.

Cracks spread across the magical dome like fractured glass.

Gerhardt's eyes darted frantically,

The word cut through the chaos like a blade. It was spoken with such authority, such venom, that the mages froze momentarily.

"What… what was that?" one mage stammered, his hands trembling.

Gerhardt's eyes darted frantically across the battlefield, searching for the source.

The smoke churned violently, obscuring everything beyond a few feet.

Then came the second word, louder, more menacing:

"Devastation…"

The voice reverberated across the battlefield, shaking the very ground beneath their feet. The mages' spells faltered as a sense of dread crept into their hearts.

"Stay focused!" Gerhardt barked, though

his own voice betrayed his unease.

And then, the final word thundered through the battlefield, echoing like the roar of an ancient beast:

"SPOOOOOOOOOOORE!!!"