Ashen Dragon

An ancient and desolate war song arose, reverberating across this ravaged land, and the aura of the One-eyed Beastman grew ever more astonishing.

At the moment of His appearance, within a radius of several kilometers centered around the One-eyed Beastman, a terrifying, chaotic, spherical force field materialized, even obliterating the heat shockwave produced by a nuclear explosion.

Toxic black rock flowed from the cracks in the earth, and poisonous liquid gushed forth from the ground—an omen that a Divine had descended upon the world.

Wyvern Knights spiraling in the skies at last could bear no more; they began to fall unconscious, plummeting straight down from heights of several kilometers.

Yet, that Orc paid them no heed—his gaze pierced beyond the fallen Wyvern Knights, seemingly fixed upon the titanic figure concealed behind them.

"Arrogant Red Dragon, your insignificant Empire is about to fall, for you have provoked a True God!

From this day forth, you shall be the eternal nemesis of countless Orcs across the Multiverse. We will wage endless wars against you—destroy your home, ravage your lands, and slaughter all your subjects!"

The voice of the One-eyed Beastman roared like thunder, filling the wilderness—more grandiose and thunderous than the explosions prior, carrying a commanding force that stirred the soul. This was a vow infused with Divine Power, a racial deity's solemn declaration to a mortal enemy.

In an instant, from the first layer of the Abyss to its 666th, from Aphernas to Naisse, from the Wilderness to the Chaotic Void Tunnel...

Across the vast and tumultuous Multiverse, whether Orcs engaged in battle, fleeing Orcs, or Orcs massacring commoners, nearly all felt a unified command resonate deep within their beings.

—The Ashen Empire is their mutual, sworn enemy! Cassius Klaubow Noricus is their foe!

In a corner of the Wilderness, an Ashen Empire merchant caravan in an Outer Plane was conducting a trade with an unknown Orc tribe—exchanging pots and pans for metal ores and Orc slaves—the negotiation proceeding smoothly.

But at that very moment, the expressions of the Orcs twisted into feral rage, their eyes turned toward the merchants filled with hatred and murderous intent, as though they had encountered foes ordained by destiny.

"You are Imperial People!" "No mercy! To the death!" "Father God's Will!" The Orcs roared and bellowed, brandishing spears and battle axes, charging headlong at the Imperial caravan.

"These Orcs have gone mad!" "Kill them!" Amid panicked orders, the caravan's guards expertly raised their guns to aim. In an instant, the deafening sound of gunfire mixed with the howls of dying Orcs, filling the valley with the acrid stench of gunpowder smoke.

Such scenes unfolded universally across planes where Imperial People were present—hundreds of conflicts erupting simultaneously.

In some planes, the Empire's advanced weapons enabled them to exterminate the Orcs completely, while in others, the Orcs' formidable physiques and numerical advantage allowed them to tear apart ill-prepared Imperial forces.

Just as Orcs despised Elves and Dwarves innately, under this command, every Orc felt a primal hatred toward the Ashen Empire— even those in otherworldly realms who might never encounter Imperial People in their lifetimes.

And their children, their descendants for generations to come, would be born with an instinctive loathing for the Empire—seeing even a dog from the Empire would spark the urge to kick it.

As the "Old Testament" wrote: what the Love God cherishes, the Evil God scorns.

This is the supreme Authority possessed by a racial deity! With merely a command, a glance—or even just a thought—a deity can make their entire race hate a single target.

Only the Orcs and Half-Orcs native to the Empire could resist this Divine Edict enough to retain their rationality, but even their nature as Orcs made it difficult to suppress the impulse to disrupt order and destroy their surroundings.

Over time, they too might devolve into enemies of the Empire—manic haters driven by inexorable loathing.

With just a few words that could stir such widespread chaos and violence, the identity of that One-eyed Beastman was self-evident—

He was the mighty Watcher, the Sleepless One, the One-eyed God, and the undisputed leader of the Beastman God System— the Beastman Main God, Gush!

At this moment, after the nuclear annihilation of the Green-skin Orcs in Yinav Valley left them nearly extinct, through Solo's final plea, this Beastman Main God had finally descended, in incarnate form, to walk upon the land!

Gush gazed sternly around Him, seeing only the remains of Orcs strewn across the plains post-explosion. Most had been carbonized, leaving only charred skeletons in their wake.

Though He had already foreseen everything through His Authority as the Main God, witnessing such devastation with His own eyes ignited an almost irrepressible fury within the Orc Deity.

That He had collaborated with the Abyss, paid tremendous costs to spawn the "Chaos Orcs" meant for conquest of the Material Plane—only for them to be nearly completely exterminated by the Ashen Empire!

How dare they!

How dare that Red Dragon do this—a direct provocation against the entire Orc race!

Months prior, Gush had taken special note of that Red Dragon, admiring and appreciating its actions in slaughtering Shield Dwarves and repelling the incarnate form of Du Masong, even contemplating an alliance with the Ashen Empire.

But never had Gush imagined that the Red Dragon would prove so audacious! That he would defy both sides solely to greedily claim that city!