Final Life Online

A/N : Sorry for late, but from now, on this book will be updated daily

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The Troll Lord bellowed in primal defiance, standing tall amidst the carnage that surrounded him. The ground at his feet was littered with the bodies of fallen Orcs, yet the towering beast showed no sign of fatigue. His monstrous regeneration allowed him to ignore wounds that would have felled any ordinary creature. With each passing moment, he seemed only to grow more frenzied, swinging his massive club with wild, unrelenting fury.

But the Orc Lord wasn't ready to surrender. Digging deep into the last reserves of his strength, he lifted his halberd once more and charged, roaring as he met the Troll Lord head-on. The two titans collided in a thunderous clash, their weapons ringing with brutal force. Each strike shook the earth beneath them—a savage contest of strength, endurance, and unbreakable will.

Hidden in the shadows, I watched with bated breath. Sooner or later, one of them would give in. I was sure of it.

Steel met flesh and bone in a violent storm of impact as the Orc Lord and Troll Lord exchanged blow after blow. The Orc Lord's halberd moved with lethal precision—each swing sharpened by years of battle-hardened instinct—while the Troll Lord retaliated with brutal power, his club smashing down like a wrecking ball, cratering the earth and sending shockwaves through the war-torn battlefield.

Despite his many wounds, the Troll Lord's regeneration surged with terrifying speed. Deep lacerations sealed themselves almost as quickly as they formed, though blood sprayed with every hit. His skin steamed from magical burns, but he seemed unfazed. Even with dozens of Orcs harrying him from all sides, he remained an unstoppable force—towering, relentless, and monstrous.

"RAAAGGHHH!" the Troll Lord roared, slamming his club down with such force that the earth cracked. A shockwave pulsed outward, flinging several Orcs through the air. Two unlucky spearmen were crushed on impact, their bodies reduced to mangled remains.

And still, the Orc Lord endured.

He stood firm, though his breath came in ragged gasps. One arm dangled limp at his side—likely dislocated—but his eyes never left the Troll Lord. With a furious snarl, he shouted a command in Orcish, rallying his elite warriors. They closed in, surrounding the Troll Lord like a pack of starving wolves closing on a wounded bear.

All around them, the battlefield burned—war cries echoing through flame-lit chaos as tents collapsed and smoke thickened the air.

A glow pulsed from the Orc Lord's halberd—a reddish light, dense with killing intent. A final technique. Channeling the last of his power, the Orc Lord's muscles swelled, veins bulging as battle aura coursed through his body. Then, with a burst of speed, he lunged, spinning the halberd in a deadly arc aimed directly for the Troll Lord's neck.

But the Troll Lord wasn't unprepared.

With a roar that sounded more beast than man, he activated his Berserk Fury. His skin bulged, muscles thickening grotesquely as his body transformed. The wound left by the earlier lightning strike vanished instantly, and a crimson haze covered his eyes. With wild abandon, he swung his club in a wide horizontal arc, launching a devastating counterattack.

Their powers collided in an earth-shattering clash.

BOOM!

The shockwave rippled outward, toppling tents, hurling debris, and knocking dozens of Orcs flat. Even from my hidden spot behind a charred log, I felt the pressure crash into my chest like a hammer.

When the dust finally began to clear, the two warriors stood revealed—both wounded, both bleeding, and yet both still alive.

The Orc Lord had dropped to one knee, his halberd cracked in his grip. A deep wound bled freely along his side, and every breath he took sounded like a struggle. But he still had not fallen.

The Troll Lord, however, had paid dearly for the clash. His club arm hung limp and broken, the bone shattered from the sheer force of the halberd's blow. A massive gash ran across his chest, and although his regeneration was already working to seal it, the damage was immense.

"He's slowing down…" I murmured under my breath, eyes narrowing as I observed closely. "The poison… it's still burning through him."

Yes. Even a creature like him couldn't withstand it forever. The Blood-Burning Poison I had slipped into his war camp's water supply was eating away at his insides, undoing every effort his regeneration made. The more he healed, the more the poison consumed. And now, in his Berserk State, he was accelerating the toxin's effect with every passing second.

His movements, while still deadly, were noticeably less sharp—sluggish, even.

The Orc Lord seemed to realize it too. His wide eyes narrowed in grim realization. "He's… dying," he muttered. "The beast is finally dying!"

"Strike together!" the Orc Lord roared to his warriors.

They obeyed without hesitation.

Orcs surged forward in a final assault, slashing, stabbing, screaming. The Troll Lord retaliated with his remaining arm, crushing two more warriors beneath his club—but the strain was showing. His breath came in pained rasps, his growl no longer wild with rage—but heavy with frustration.

"Puddle," I whispered to the slime nestled in my hand, "get ready. It's nearly our turn."

Kyuu~ came the cheerful hum as the little blob glowed faintly in my palm.

I tightened my grip on my sword and whispered the incantation for one of my most potent spells:

"Ancient Light Magic: Light Spear."

Two spears of radiant energy formed in my hands, their tips glowing with divine power.

I steadied my aim.

I waited for the opening.

Then it came—when the Troll Lord turned his back, preparing for one final desperate swing at the Orc Lord, I hurled both spears at once, targeting his exposed spine.

BOOM!

The impact exploded like a burst of sunlight, bathing the battlefield in searing light.

With a last, tormented roar, the Troll Lord stumbled—then collapsed forward, his enormous body hitting the ground like a falling mountain.

Silence fell across the battlefield.

And then—

[ You have slain Field Boss: Troll Lord ]

[ You have gained 198,000 EXP ]

[ Quest Updated: Path of Hero – Objective Complete ]

[ Bonus Objective Completed – Field Boss Elimination ]

But it wasn't over.

Not yet.

Across the burning field, the battered Orc Lord and the reeling Orc Shaman stood—barely alive, drained and exposed.

"Alright Puddle," I whispered, eyes narrowing. "Let's finish this."

The slime wiggled gleefully, glowing brighter.

The Orc Lord saw me now. His lips curled in fury as he snarled, "Cowardly human! If you have any shred of honor, face me properly!"

He gripped his halberd with trembling hands. His stance was faltering—his knees buckled beneath him, and the gash across his chest was still bleeding freely.

I shrugged, raising my hand with a smirk. "Why would I? Honor doesn't win battles."

Around me, dozens of radiant light began to form in sweeping arcs, each one brimming with holy light.

Normally, I could only cast one or two Light Spears at a time. But this time, I chanted. In this game, chanting increased a spell's power by 200%.

So I chanted.

"Radiance that pierces the night,By my will, take form and flight,Strike with judgment, holy Light!"

The air crackled as divine magic surged around me.

The Orc Lord's eyes widened in dread. Four brilliant spears now shimmered into being—two circling around me, and two floating beside Puddle, who jiggled with excitement.

"RAAAHHH!!"

With a last roar of desperation, the Orc Lord charged, halberd raised high. His body was wrecked, bleeding from half a dozen wounds, but his spirit had not yet broken.

Shame his body had.

"Too slow," I thought.

With a single sharp motion, I pointed forward.

"Pierce and slay—Light Spear!"

The four spears launched in perfect synchronization.

Two spears struck the Orc Lord first—one impaled his chest, the second his shoulder. The force sent him flying backward, his weapon tumbling from his grasp.

The other two slammed into the Orc Shaman—one through his stomach, the other straight into his skull.

He dropped lifeless to the ground without a sound.

The battlefield fell still once more, as the divine light slowly faded and dust settled across the blood-soaked earth.