Strongest Superhuman System - Chapter 568

Chapter 568: Anyone Else?
The orc was raised into the air, and he flew back into the room again as he slammed into the east wall, and then into the west wall, into the roof, and finally, he slammed into the ground with an echoing impact that sent ripples through the floor!

The other members of the council looked on in fear and awe as they wondered what the fuck had just happened! They didn’t see anything holding the orc, and they didn’t even see Mark move, so how in the world did he do this!?

The orc groaned from the floor as he brought his hands up and tried desperately to break the chain that was holding him around the neck! His legs were moving erratically as he was slowly strangled to death, and his already ugly face was turning purple and uglier as his airways were constricted more and more while he struggled!

“Grk! Grk – Please!”

Mark slowly stood from the throne, and the council members all took a step back from him as his intense gaze swept over them all. He held their stares, daring anyone to speak up, and they all slowly turned their heads downward as they realized they had made a big mistake questioning him.

“Is there anyone else… who wishes to test me?”

There was no response, and only the sounds of the large orc general slowly choking to death in the background echoed through the throne room. Mark allowed the uncomfortable silence in the room to remain for a while longer, making sure that they all understood he was not here to play around, and it wasn’t until the orc general began to foam at the mouth and his struggle reduced in intensity that Mark finally released the [Fangs that Link the Heavens] and allowed the man to take in a deep breath!

Mark would have killed the fool, but he didn’t know how bad the situation in the army was at this time, and he didn’t want to risk killing one of the more important fighters that they had. The fact that they had to summon him meant that the army was suffering a lot of losses. Killing one of their generals would only add to those losses.

Behind him, Arit’s smile of satisfaction showed just how much she enjoyed the intense violence that Mark had just demonstrated, and she had to stop herself from showing just how much Mark’s actions affected her! That was fucking hot!

Arit felt a shiver run through her body, and she knew she was going to let Mark fuck her like a bitch the next time they were together!

Mark spoke up again.

“I’m going to need a proper layout of the war efforts up to this point, as well as a detailed report of the number of soldiers we have and the forces we are going up against. In the meantime, someone clean up that shit. He’s too loud.”

One of the orc warriors that had been standing guard around the room quickly came up to the general and tried to help him up, but the general roared and threw the orc warrior off him! The orc warrior slammed into a wall on the other side of the room, and the orc general glared at the ground in anger before slowly helping himself to his feet.

The general stumbled back to the center of the room where the council members were standing, and he shuffled into the space he had been in before without dropping his head. He was not going to allow himself to be carried out like a cripple. He might’ve been humbled, but his pride was not broken!

Mark watched all of this happening with an impassive look on his face, and he actually felt a bit of respect for the orc general for being able to move after the intense punishment he received. Mark didn’t know the general’s exact strength level, but Mark could guess that he would be around EPIC Rank II. Most EPIC Rank II’s would have passed out if a PHANTASMAL Rank II like Mark attacked them like that.

But Mark didn’t say anything to the orc general.

The Lamia spoke up once more.

“My Lord. We have gathered the soldiers in the courtyard, and they are awaiting your appearance. It is customary for any new demon lord to give a speech to his subjects, to boost morale for the coming battles.”

Mark raised an eyebrow in curiosity as he latched onto something she said. Any new demon Lord?

“How many demon lords have there been since the start of the war?”

The Lamia’s answer was shocking.

“Since the war began, we have had to summon three demon Lords, including yourself, my Lord. The angels have beaten us out of our homelands and ravaged our lands. Their generals are fierce, and they possess holy magic that is a direct threat to us. We are greatly outmatched before their might.”

Mark hummed.

“Then why do you still fight? Why do you still hold onto hope that you can win even after all that? Why did none of you ever think of surrendering to them?”

Mildred looked up at Mark, and in her eyes, Mark saw anger and pure, uncontrollable rage.

“Because this land is ours.”

She spoke in a low tone, not daring to raise her voice at her Lord, but there was something about the way she said it. Like it was an irrefutable fact that she would never relinquish. They weren’t fighting for glory or honor. They were fighting to protect the land that they saw as their own and for revenge.

All the generals in the room held the same look in their eyes. They did not want to lose this war, and they were not going to back down until the very last of their blood was spilled on the battlefield. Mark had been in many battles before, but this was very different from what he was used to. Back on Earth, most of them were always fighting for honor and prestige. There were many superhumans who would even record their fights for social media, trying to gather as many followers as possible to increase their fame.

But here, they didn’t care about that. They just wanted to stick their sword in the throat of their enemies and leave their bodies to the crows. This was war.

The grin that spread across Mark’s face showed Mildred just how much he liked her answer, and Mildred felt something like ecstasy spread through her body as her Lord gazed at her with a pleased expression. She couldn’t help but smile back.

Mark stood up and spoke.

“Then I suppose it is about time we took back what is rightfully yours. Come. Let us begin.”

The council members all bowed to Mark as they began to lead him out of the throne room. Mark reached his hand to the side, and Arit wasted no time grabbing it as she followed beside him. As they walked, Arit leaned up and whispered something into Mark’s ear with a blush on her face, and Mark felt his little brother twitch before a perverted grin spread across his face. The thought of abandoning his duties and going straight back to the room crossed his mind, but he shook his head. They would have time for that later.