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My Reincarnation as a Chicken

Chapter 58 The Kings Pt.II
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Just as was predicted, the pillars of water that erected from tunnels in the ground eventually died down and the ogres and orcs were able to move forward. Behind the pillars was the army of soldiers on the West. They were nervous since they had suffered some blows to their fighting force from the trolls alone. When they saw the pillars emerge, most of them prayed that it would be enough to wipe them off, alas, it was just wishful thinking.

The ogres and orcs let out war cries as they forged forward.

The rat men, goblins and insects also let out their war cry and they charged straight ahead.

The two armies clashed and it soon turned into a one sided beat down. Sure, the West had numbers on their side, but that wasn't enough to over overcome the power gap between them. Quality overruled quantity in this battle.

A bee charged at an unsuspecting orc with its stinger fully prepared, but then a spear was flung at it, impaling its head and the bee fell to the ground lifelessly. The rat men weren't suited for open-combat so everything was going poorly for them.

An orc was furiously slashing at insects, but then a rat man jumped on him from behind. He managed to throw it off, but another went for his legs. He stabbed that rat man, but more and more the rat men appeared, jumping on him and tripping him. The rat men with their quick hands removed his armor. They clawed at his face and stabbed at him with their stone daggers, killing him.

The rat men tried to use this strategy against the soldiers by ganging up on them, however, this was time tasking and it gave the ogres and orcs time to kill them since they had gathered at one specific spot. As long as the orcs and ogres threw spears at them, they would kill them without much problem.

"AAAGGHH!! My arm!!"

A goblin yelled in pain, just before his head was cut off. The hob-goblins who were supposed to be the strongest from the West, were having problems.

"This is not looking too good!"

The leader of the Krav village said, just before he smacked an orc's head in using his hammer. Under normal circumstances it wouldn't have worked, however all the hob-goblins had their powers boosted by the old hob-goblin from the Tak village was boosting their physical abilities to that of C- rank creatures, so the orcs would be no trouble to them. The ogres on the other hand would make quick work of them.

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"Ah! Do not falter!"

Gorm yelled as he parried a spear that was headed for his head. He took advantage of the opening and stabbed his opponent's neck. He was an absolute beast on the battlefield, cleaving and cutting through the orcs like mud. It put fear in his heart and the orc tried to avoid him if at all possible.

The other hob-goblins were no joke either. They wanted revenge for their fallen comrade and were mercilessly cutting down orcs. Truly a smart decision to minimize the orcs before bothering with ogres. However, this obviously wouldn't last.

"Gorm! Look out!"

The Krav leader yelled and Gorm could only slightly tilt his head as the halberd came down on him

THUD!

The orc that had attempted to kill Gorm had lost its arm to the poisoned laced daggers of the leader of Stamp. Before it could even make a sound, the leader of Zamp stabbed it in the head with a sword he found on one of the enemy's corpses.

"What the hell are you doing Gorm? If you do not fight with a straight head, how will I get my reward at the end of all this?"

The Stamp leader complained

"Tch."

This enraged Gorm and he was about to punch the hob-goblin for what he said. However, there was a dark wave that spread quickly throughout the goblin ranks. None of the races could feel this, but all the goblins suddenly froze and dropped their weapons.

The other races saw this as odd, but nevertheless, the east continued with their vicious attacks. The other creatures in the West had their numbers dwindling like crazy and they were all trying to retreat. The old-hob-goblina was the only one still able to move.

She looked at Oda who was releasing a dark purple aura. A sinister aura that seemed to be laughing. She had been preparing for this day. That was why she tried to kill Oda several times in the past, with the excuse of "Training" her. She would always put up upsurd training regimens, beat her up and insult her, but Oda was a genius. Through the methods, she had learnt different magic skills. She had learnt how to control her mana. She had learnt how to engage in physical attacks. She even learnt how to talk back to the old woman herself. She would have killed Oda immediately the moment she evolved, were it not for Gorm. She made a mistake, now it was too late.

The Wicked Witch of the West was returning. After ten years, she had been born again. This was bad news.

Gorm finally managed to move through the terrifying pressure he felt. He was confused and looked back only to see the leader of the Tak village was panting heavily and sweating profusely. She had exhausted what little mana she had. All the goblins were frozen in place and were being slaughtered. He could only see fallen brethren.

What had happened? A shadow loomed over him. It was an orc, raising its sword above him. It was physically impossible for him to react to this movement. His body ached and his limbs went numb.

'Damn it. Why now?'

The sword came at his neck. He wasn't making it.

CRACK!

Gorm could hear the sounds of bones cracking. He looked up and saw the Krav leader holding up his mallet and receiving the blow in Gorm's stead. He felt the intense pain of having one's arms broken and he let out a yell in pain. The sheer difference in strength knocked him to the side. He dropped his blade and struggled to get up. He managed to turn over to the side and coming towards him was the very sword that had knocked him away. The Krav leader was also under weakening effects. What was causing this?

"So in the end I was useless, huh?"

He dropped his head and awaited his death. He shut eyes and could feel a shadow looming over him.

"Hehe, Dorm-san. Looks like we'll be meeting each other once again. Please teach me the ways of the afterlife when I get there."

Gorm gave his final words as well. Now the two awaited their deaths.

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CLANK!

They heard a loud noise and opened their eyes. Gorm was shocked to see that the shadow looming over him was not that of the ogre's, but rather a large leg connecting to a huge body with three sections and seven other legs.

"… So I'm not meant to die here?"

The thirty meter large spider began to go on a rampage, mowing down the ogres and orcs alike without mercy.

"MUWHAHAHAHA! Fall before my might you mongrels! I have arrived to finish this! You thought you were going to fight these weaklings, but your actual opponent is I, the Spider King!"

At the sound of "king" the orcs and ogres shivered. They all beheld the massive spider that was thrashing about and throwing away their forces like they were toys. Normally, ogres would fear not, seeing as they would be able to swarm a king and kill it. However, with that size, the amount of strength it should bolster definitely weren't child's play. And it could cause more damage easily, especially in such an open field.

"T-that's the spider king!?"

"B-but that size! It's huge!"

"AAAAGHHHH!!!"

"Fallback! It's too damned strong!"

"Where are Zod-sama and Dulk-sama!?"

Such things could be heard from the soldiers of the east who received a huge blow from the appearance of the spider king.

'Damn it, you fools! I'm standing on the giant spider, I am not the giant spider!'

She thought to herself. Letting out a sigh, she looked at her children that were torn up and injured severely and was angered.

"AAAHH! My children! I'll kill every last one of you East Bastards! Go forth my servant!"

The giant spider gleefully continued its onslaught on the East, changing the tide in battle drastically.