A caravan was approaching the watchtower with dozens of carts in tow. It was a strange sight to see as compared to the normally half-naked and barbaric orcs, the ones here were fully clothed and looked like nobles and merchants.

One would expect the orcs to eat the horses, not use them for driving carts and moving supplies. However, despite the peculiar sight they weren't the main focus of Odin. For him who wanted nothing more than to destroy the caravan at all costs, the trouble lay with their guardians

They weren't protected by many orcs, just about a dozen of them. That didn’t mean that the security was low though, it was quite the opposite. Each and every one of them had metal armors and dual axes on them. And if that image wasn't freighting enough, they were riding on ferocious wolves that were similar in size to a bull

‘They are bigger and stronger than any orcs I've seen so far’

Odin once again had an instinctive feeling which seemed as if it wasn't a warning given by ominira. He was sure of it this time. It was a sensation different from Ominira and his bloodline, something much deeper than that.

He guessed that it could be because of world resonance and maybe he was just a step away from comprehending the next realm, but he couldn't afford to think about it now.

He had to destroy them at the moment, he didn't know why he felt this way but he didn't care

‘Even without the feeling of danger, I wanted to fight them…’

Odin thought back on how his personality had been changed fundamentally after waking up.

‘Maybe I wasn’t sane before waking up, and was I a smart man acting like a fool or a traumatized child who believed he was a smart man acting like a fool? I am not sure anymore.

Odin who was burning with fighting spirit even amidst all these psychological conundrums was sure of one thing, He will move forward from now on.

‘It doesn’t matter. Neither me being a fool nor my past trauma matters at this point. So what if I lost my sense of self? So what if I didn’t have a personality? So what if I felt so weak and pathetic in front of that ‘thing’?’

None of those things were important now. He got ominira and now he had everything he needed in order to get stronger. “Beliefs” and “Ideals”? He will use his knowledge and strength to build them, the same goes for his personality. Feeling weak and pathetic? He’ll just get stronger.

Odin felt himself becoming closer and closer to the next realm after this self-reflection. He felt his mental energy increase and it seemed as if his mind had been reborn.

‘Although I don’t have enough strength to take all of them out in one go, I do have a strategy to kite them.’ Thought Odin as he observed the orcs.

He activated stealth and sneaked near the watchtower. Even in their wildest dreams the orcs wouldn't have thought that someone would ambush them from behind.

[Quest: The Destroyer part 2]

[Destroy orc constructs: 0/5]

[Rewards: lucky hand x1]

[Penalty: none]

A lot of things had happened after he came here this time, and with this quest, it was finally time for Odin to push past his limits.

As Odin approached the base of the outpost, he took out the array disc and with it came the seven swords.

He concentrated deeply and used deception on the entire lower floor. With it, Odin can approach the orcs from behind and kill them one by one and they wouldn't notice a thing. That's how powerful the skill was despite it being still incomplete.

‘But as I thought, it's not efficient at all.’

Even though he could kill the orcs in this manner, he would be exhausted in about half an hour. It's not a short period of time by all means, but he can at most kill a dozen of orcs this way.

Not wasting any more energy, Odin canceled the skill and just used stealth and deception on himself. He had already thought of the most optimal plan to kill them.

Odin channeled the energy he felt via world resonance into the array disc. The inflow of energy made it humm in response and the swords too started vibrating

Swishhh

As the array activated, the seven swords flew up on their own and surrounded Odin. In the midst of enemy territory they stood around Odin like loyal soldiers.

The seven-dipper formation provided both defense and offense. Four swords stood vertically around Odin, defending him from attacks from all directions. They could spin in different circular variations according to Odin’s command.

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Satisfied with the formation’s defensive capabilities, Odin then focused on the three swords that lay horizontally in front of him.

They were in charge of attacking the enemy. At first glance it might seem that the formation would have low offense compared to defense, but it was the opposite in reality.

Due to the resonance and transduction of energy, the four spinning swords which are in charge of defense provided energy to the three attacking swords.

The swords can attack in various formations like the sting of a scorpion and the fangs of a viper, fast and deadly.

As the orcs in front of him were below his level, Odin didn't have to use any formation and he decided to just stab them in their necks.

Splurt!!

Three swords stabbed in the necks of the orcs and their blood gushed out with high pressure.

Even though their comrades had been turned into blood fountains, the others in the vicinity didn't notice a thing.

‘Both of my current skills are more suitable for an assassin rather than a conjurer’ thought Odin with a shrug

There was no suspense as Odin killed the rest and moved on to the next floor.

As the orcs were of low level he didn't even get any decent loot.

‘Well they're just appetizers anyway’

Odin thought about how he'll deal with the caravan, especially the wolf riders as he killed the orcs like a farmer harvesting wheat.

Even with deception, the smell of blood had alarmed the high level orc leader and his subordinates on the last floor.

He was the strongest orc Odin had seen so far. Just like the ones in the caravan, he wielded dual axes.

His arms were as thick as a human’s waist and with the raised axes that were as tall as Odin himself, he lunged at Odin.

Odin had the urge to dodge but he steeled himself and arranged the three swords like a sickle

‘I have to figure out exactly how strong the defense of this sword formation is before the upcoming battle’

If the formation couldn't handle just one orc without his wolf ride, then Odin was better off running away as far as he could.

‘Though I doubt if I could outrun those wolves once they notice me’

But fortunately for him, he blocked the axes quite easily. Both the orc’s subordinates and Odin were surprised by the ease with which the spinning swords deflected the axes.

The orc felt as if he had hit an iron wall instead of the scrawny human in front of him. He didn't have time to think about this further as his instincts kicked in and he dodged to the left

Slash!

Krruhh

The orc screamed as one of his hand was cut off from his shoulder.

‘Tch.. that bastard still avoided it’ thought Odin as he changed formation to attack in a different manner.

One would expect such big creatures would have compromised their agility for overwhelming strength, but it was a delusion.

As unfair as Odin felt, he had no choice but to believe that the orcs in front of him were both much stronger and faster. It wasn't because of their levels, he was sure of it.

[Lv 10 Ironfang Orc soldier]

Odin knew they were special because of the additional words written beside their level.

His blood boiled with excitement as fought against the now one-armed orc and his company.

Instead of feeling afraid, the orc's followers threw their lives at him in order to get revenge for their leader.

It was utter madness on the top of the outpost as a lone human and a group of orcs indulged in the most primordial activity.

Odin’s ability to use the seven-dipper formation became more and more refined as time passed by. In just a short while he managed to grasp the basic moves and techniques of the formation.

Sensing a gap in the orc’s movement, he manipulated the swords with much more finesse and it cut the orc in pieces.

*Slash* thud!

Krraaghh

The battle went on at a very fast speed and in just five minutes after Odin came in, he dealt the final strike. Odin cut down the legs of the orc leader which made the orc fall in his own puddle of blood.

He screamed and still wanted to throw the axe that lay in his only functional limb, but before Odin could slice his head off the orc fainted due to blood loss.

Huff… Huff…

‘Damn these maniacs’ thought Odin as he panted for breath. He had believed that he would be able to kill a hundred orcs with his current strength, but just a dozen or so now made him exhausted.

‘These fuckers are tenacious like cockroaches and fierce like the rabid dogs’

As Odin was cursing his opponents, he noticed a glare coming from behind him that sent chills down his spine.

Hooowwlll

Awoooo!! Awoooo!!

A wolf bigger than the rest howled at him, and as if on cue the rest of its pack followed.

Despite becoming a ride, the wildness in them hadn't been decreased by a single bit. The smell of fresh blood excited them as they looked at the outpost tower with drool in their mouth.

‘I thought they were bred domestically like horses, but it seems they're still wild animals.’

Beasts that submitted to the monsters that rode them, thought Odin as he looked at the orc’s leader whose stare gave him chills even now.

[Lv 20 Ironfang Orc Champion]

Dry wind blew on the wastelands as Odin looked at the caravan. Even with the distance of a hundred meters, he could still gauge their overall level. Four of them were at level 15, while the rest were as strong as the one he had just killed.

‘It would be manageable if it was only that though, Odin signed deprecatingly as he picked up the axes and looked at the wolves’

[Lv 8 wolf]

[Lv 7 wolf]

[Lv 12 wolf leader]

Although they were only animals and therefore not as strong as the same leveled orc, Odin would rather fight double the number of orcs than them.

The only weakness they had against him was their big physique and lower agility, both of which wouldn't be an issue if they were riding on wolves.

‘I'm sure even while carrying these big bastards the wolves still would be as fast as me.’

And as if to mock Odin, everyone except the leader charged at him at full speed.

*THUD*THUD*THUD*

‘Fuck..’ Odin cursed as he saw the ground which was now adorned with the wolf's paw marks.

He was sure that even if the sword formation managed to block their axes, just their momentum alone would be enough to send him flying.

[Destroy orc constructs: 1/5]

“Does killing the orcs count as destroying the construct?” Odin asked ominira as he saw the unexpected message

“Normally it doesn’t, but since you’re taking on the caravan just killing them will suffice. Also if you succeed there’s a very high chance of triggering the special event.”

‘Well this saves the hassle but now isn’t a good time to talk about it,’ thought Odin as he gritted his teeth and looked at the carts on the caravan.

Sweat and blood mixed on his clothes as Odin stood atop the outpost. He gulped down a mouthful of water to soothe his dry throat while looking at the charging orcs. And then just like them, he too jumped down from the three-story tower and changed ahead.