Mercenary System: I can increase innate potential !-Chapter 102: The end

And it wasn’t just his body; he could feel that his soul, deep down inside, had suffered extremely serious wounds, giving him a second, immense pain.

But Maxime gritted his teeth and tried as best he could to control the energy that appeared throughout his body simultaneously.

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And all that energy transformed him completely.

Not only had his hair turned white, but so had his eyes.

All the mercenaries and apprentice knights felt a shiver run through their hearts in Maxime’s direction.

Especially Laura, who felt her heart clench with every passing moment.

It was as if a monster of unprecedented power had been born.

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Everyone knew the details of Maxime’s talent.

And they more or less equally knew the consequences.

Having become so powerful, they all knew that Maxime’s chances of survival diminished with every passing second.

Alone against the orc army, Maxime felt his heart beating intensely, the pressure of events weighing heavily.

A 3-meter-high orc approached, its deep howl tearing the morning silence.

Maxime’s sword, brandished high, reflected the rays of the rising sun, and burst into powerful light, like a final call to courage.

He knew that every second gained counted in saving those fleeing behind him.

The impact was brutal and intense, and a relentless battle ensued as Maxime struck, dodged and countered the orc’s blows with unprecedented precision and strength.

The 3-meter-high orc was immediately pushed back without him being able to do anything.

The orc looked at Maxime with frightened eyes.

It was the first time in his life he’d been pushed back by a human being.

Maxime’s current strength was such that he could send all nearby orcs flying with his sheer force alone.

His speed was also unheard of as he moved through the orcs, decapitating them one by one.

Despite his courage, the horde continued to pour in, each fallen orc seemingly immediately replaced by two others, and Maxime’s fatigue began to set in.

In a place far, far away, a mysterious individual opened his eyes.

His surroundings were equally mysterious and dark.

Various chains bound his immeasurably large body.

"Ohhh, I knew I was pretty good at detecting talent."

His voice was so powerful that it created fractures in the surrounding space and shook the chains that bound him.

Then he closed his eyes again, perhaps for thousands of years, to conserve as much energy as possible and stay alive.

Maxime, who was on the battlefield among the orcs, felt that his affinity with the energy that was constantly emerging from his body had evolved, enabling him to control it more effectively.

He even felt he could put all that energy to new uses.

Suddenly, he concentrated as much energy as possible in his right arm.

The more energy he accumulated, the more he felt his arm threatened to implode at any moment.

But he knew this movement had to be absolutely powerful, as it would be his last.

So he continued to build up energy in his right arm, before the terrified eyes of the orcs, who began to sense the monstrous power this human was exuding.

Then, two seconds later, in a violent gesture with his sword, he propelled all this energy around him.

*boom*

A gigantic explosion took place on the spot.

All the villagers now walking through the forest towards Lapi heard the explosion, and for a moment stopped to look back.

Laura, on hearing this, immediately started to retrace her steps, wanting to join Maxime.

But Andrew stopped her with his body, preventing her from returning.

"Andrew whispered to Laura, who was biting her lips until they bled.

The pain she felt in her heart was horrible, but eventually she came to her senses.

Seeing the villagers looking in the direction of their village, Andrew had to pull them together too.

"Don’t stop!"

His deafening voice awakened all the villagers, who resumed walking.

But Andrew cast worried glances at the other mercenaries, particularly Laura, whose eyes were red.

Everyone suspected that the explosion had come from Maxime, or at least had something to do with him.

Back on the battlefield, Maxime had dropped to one knee.

His sword was stuck in the ground, and he was still clinging to it.

All around him were countless unrecognizable orc corpses.

It was even possible to make out 4 enormous orc corpses.

They were 4 orcs, over 3 meters tall, and could once rival knights, who would never open their eyes again.

There were still fifty or so normal orcs more or less seriously wounded.

In other words, with a single move, Maxime had taken down over 500 orcs.

6 orcs measuring over 3 meters in height had also been seriously wounded.

The last orc, over 4 meters tall, had several light sword scars on his body.

His expression was filled with hatred and rage at what had happened.

He approached Maxime slowly, taking resounding steps in spite of himself.

Maxime watched helplessly as he approached.

He had no energy left to fight.

All that remained was the pain that ran through both his body and his soul.

But not for a moment did he regret his choice.

His arms were heavy, but his resolve remained unshaken. His thoughts, beyond the noise of battle, flew to Laura and all those he protected.

"Damned human."

"My whole army was almost destroyed by a mere human like you."

"What a humiliation."

The hoarse words of the orc, holding a giant mace in front of him, sounded like a loudspeaker in his ears.

"You’re going to have to pay for this, human."

But Maxime no longer had the strength to do anything, except show him his middle finger with a light smile.

After that, Maxime saw the orc’s huge foot approaching him at phenomenal speed.

His sword, which was in the way, was immediately snapped in two, while his body flew at phenomenal speed into the ramparts.

The wooden ramparts were immediately destroyed, creating a fog of dust.

When the dust cloud cleared, Maxime opened his eyes with difficulty.

What he saw brought a bitter smile to his face.

He could see a wooden spike literally protruding from his body.

A piece of rampart had pierced his body completely, creating a huge pool of blood beneath him.

Maxime had never felt so weak in his life.

He felt that every bone in his body was completely destroyed, while his soul threatened to fracture at any moment.

His brain was also severely damaged, to the point where he could no longer feel any sensation or pain.

Gradually, he felt his eyes close, perhaps never to open again in this life.