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Epic of Vampire Dragon: Reborn as a Vampire Dragon with a System-Chapter 20: Taking Care of the Last Orcs...
Chaos glanced at the dark sky, there was some very dim white light coming from the black clouds, which covered the entire planet of Ginnungagap 24/7.
There was a bright yellow start illuminating the planets of the Orion Solar System, but because Ginnungagap was the planet farthest from the star, it barely received enough light.
Additionally, due to these cloudy skies, it was impossible to get any light anyway.
This planet, according to what Chaos had investigated and had been told by Belphegor, was covered in darkness and was a place where all types of fiends lived.
It was also mostly forgotten by the other interplanetary nations, and often used as a trash dump, or where criminals from other planets hid.
It was more or less a "lawless" world in the entire sense of the word, this planet was also filled with wild beasts roaming all around.
Orc Tribes were rather predominant in some areas, as they were fierce and warmonger race with incredibly lacking intellect, they were almost as wild as animals in some cases, and although they were able to speak common dialect, make weapons, and wore clothes, they were still rather wild and hard to even speak with.
Chaos was still thinking if he should mercilessly slaughter them and eat them to get summoning materials, food, and enhance his cultivation, or simply leave them be, as long as they didn't try to come and kill him nor any of his allies, perhaps it wouldn't be a bad thing to let them be. After all, they were beings that were trying to survive too.
Chaos was not apathetic, as it was clear in how emotional he was getting by hearing all the sacrifices and things his parents went through to bring him to life, even more as he grew closer with his servants who were so nice to him.
"Perhaps there could be another way to deal with them?" He wondered.
However, he had already done something rather terrible, as he ate all of their armies.
Well, it was not terrible to his eyes, as he had no regrets for what he did.
But he considered that the Orcs might try to come back again and retaliate somehow.
Chaos wished that there could be another way, but the Orcs in this world were way too wild and savage to even comprehend words properly.
"Belphegor, is this it?" asked Chaos, as he was flying atop the dark skies, flapping his gigantic draconic wings which showed bloody veins, his enormous dragon body exudes a crimson-red aura of bloodthirst.
A giant blazing skull nodded at his side.
"Yes, my lord, this is the tribe of Orcs, the Dungeon is at the side of the tribe," said Belphegor.
Chaos glanced at the empty wasteland made of black and gray rock, there was a large swamp starting from a few meters, and a gigantic misty forest filled with black trees that seemed to be dead and dried, beasts of all sorts roamed inside.
In front of the swamp, there was a large village made by the orcs, camps made of bones and leather where they refuged themselves from the cold world outside.
Chaos decided to fly down here and confront this tribe.
Flash!
He flapped his wings as he flew like a missile down below, clashing over the ground and making a loud tremor, alerting the Orcs over his presence.
BOOM!
Chaos glared at the tribe with his glowing crimson-red eyes, as Abyss who was sitting above his head asked him something with a playful tone.
"Master, will we slaughter them?" she asked.
"Perhaps, it depends on their response," said Chaos.
"Oh, maybe they will become slaves?" asked Abyss.
"I wouldn't like to call those that could serve me as slaves. How about servants?" sighed Chaos.
As Chaos conversed with Abyss, the Orcs quickly began to scream loudly, some seemed like the screams of despair, other screams seemed those of anger, and others were the screams of young babies who suddenly woke up by the tremor and deadly bloodthirsty aura that Chaos exuded.
Chaos was about to call them, but Belphegor was faster at this and used his phantasmal presence to make himself noticeable, like a star of blazing flames atop the sky.
His voice was made louder, and he spoke.
"All of your Orcs from the East Tribe, come out! My lord, the one your army has targeted, has come here to settle things down!" he said, with an intimidating voice.
Chaos thought that he might be being way too harsh, but well, Chaos had slaughtered the entire army so maybe he was harsher, not like he regrated it though.
Some of the elder Orcs walked out, with wrinkles and weak bodies, alongside some of the stronger females, males were almost non-existent, most of them perished in the army.
All of them glanced at Chaos and Belphegor with utter fear, their entire bodies trembling, their lips were shivering, and their eyes seemed to be sinking into their eye sockets due to the sheer terror…
One of the young and strong women that came into the group was the one that decided to speak. Chaos glanced at her with his crimson-red eyes.
She looked almost the same as a male, but her hips were wider, and she had a large pair of breasts, her hair was long, and she was ripped with muscles. Her face wasn't particularly ugly, but very stiff, her lips were big and her tusks long, and she had big eyebrows, her gaze seemed fearful, but she was mustering the strength to speak.
Chaos knew very well that he could easily crush her like an ant with his claws… But she held no aggressiveness within her demeanor, nor she held ay bloodthirst.
And it wasn't as if he wanted to do this, after all, he wanted to give the Orcs a chance… perhaps seeking some more emotions within his cold heart, he was trying to be a bit like his father, who had many loyal servants. Perhaps making the Orcs loyal servants was part of this plan.
Although he wouldn't have a problem eating them all if they were to refuse.
"A-Ah… I-I am… I am Dura, the provisionary chief of the tribe… Until the males come back…" she said timidly.
"Dura… very well. Your males will not come back. My Lord Chaos has slaughtered your entire army that has dared to annoy his awakening. Worry not, as they had not been wasted, their corpses have been used as nourishment for my lord's growth, and now your tribe's males live within him," said Belphegor.
Chaos remained silent as he glanced at Dura, and the other women and elders around her, they were all impacted, although they had guessed that this might have happened, they still held some hope within their hearts, that hope was now shattered into pieces.
Dura gritted her teeth as she glanced at her hands, as tears began to come out of her eyes, one of the men within the army was her husband, the father of her two children…
Although they were a battle-driven race, Orcs still held emotions. Dying in battle was an honor for Orcs, but also many women would lament the death of their men, the ones they loved, and the ones that they built a family with.
No matter how much you glorify death in battle, the sorrow of not being able to meet someone you love can still hit hard.
"Did… he died fighting?" asked Dura.
"Who?" asked Chaos.
"My husband… Orcus" said Dura.
"…"
Chaos didn't remember any Orc, they looked all the same.
But he decided to lie.
"He died fighting gloriously," he said.
Dura smiled a bit, as she cleaned the tears off her eyes.
"I see… We understand. We shall… Surrender to you…" said Dura, without saying another word, she was probably the most intelligent of the whole tribe, and this is why the chief had assigned her as a provisionary chief. She knew when to give up securing the lives of the rest, and above all, the children.
The elders and the other women at her side obeyed Dura as they all knelled.
Belphegor nodded.
"Excellent, it seems that all of you had managed to grasp the gloriousness of Lord Chaos' existence. We shall accept you within our castle with open arms… Of course, after the contracts are done with," said Belphegor.
"You seem to be intelligent, Dura. Perhaps you don't understand it well, but today you have saved your race from perishing," said Chaos.
"Thanks, my lord…" said Dura. She was completely suppressed by the sheer presence of Chaos, Belphegor, and Abyss. There was no chance, only surrendering was the only option… or well, dying miserably.