Chapter 606: 606. Let Me Give You Some Demonstration The Power Of Earth Sovereign!
Gorvasha did not simply charge; she transformed into a force of nature.
She moved with the terrifying, singular intent of a predator that had ceased all calculation and had simply become the strike itself. This was the full, unbridled mass and velocity of an SSS class orc queen, a momentum honed by ten millennia of ancestral combat designed to end arguments and shatter lineages.
Beneath her skin, the primal rage enhancement was surging, not as a conscious choice, but as a visceral, involuntary response. Her orcish inheritance was reacting to the very ground Rex had just claimed; the earth had declared its scale, and her blood had answered the call with a roar of its own.
She struck.
Rex moved with a deceptive, liquid economy of motion. He reached out and caught her lead arm.
The collision was catastrophic. The sheer kinetic energy of her charge should have sent him reeling, but the impact did not stop at his flesh.
As his gauntleted hand closed around her limb, the earthen authority of the Earth Sovereign’s designation went to work. The gauntlets did not attempt to absorb the force through muscle and bone; instead, they read the force vector and instantly distributed the momentum outward through the geological substrate.
A violent compression wave rippled from the point of contact, racing through the connected stone formations in a perfect radial pattern. The floor beneath Rex’s feet groaned and buckled, cracking in a sharp, jagged ring as the energy was shunted into the planet itself.
Rex had not moved an inch.
Gorvasha’s eyes widened. Her expression shifted into that rare, primal confusion seen only when an orcish warrior encounters a resistance that defies the laws of combat. Resistance was supposed to absorb, to deflect, or to break. It was never supposed to distribute.
"No recoil," she gasped, her voice strained by the sheer pressure of the contact.
"None," Rex confirmed, his voice eerily calm amidst the seismic tension.
Driven by a surge of instinctual fury, she threw her other fist at him. This time, she unleashed the full, unmitigated output of her primal rage.
It was a geological tier strike, the kind of power that occurred when an orc of her bloodline felt the earth itself had become a presence worth challenging.
Rex caught that one, too.
Both of his obsidian-clad hands were now clamped around her fists, holding her massive strikes in a simultaneous, unbreakable lock. The ground beneath the observation chamber shuddered and split, the cracks tracing the natural fault lines of the stone as the distributed force sought a new equilibrium.
Dust began to cascade from the ceiling in thin, continuous lines, caught in the bioluminescent glow of the chamber, making the very air look like it was vibrating with the intensity of the struggle.
Rex looked at Gorvasha, who was across from him, as they held their strikes. The tension was suffocating. She was pulling with every ounce of her SSS class strength, her muscles corded like iron cables, her primal rage screaming through her veins.
The force she was exerting was enough to level a fortress, yet the gauntlets remained immovable, anchored to the very core of the world.
"There," Rex said, a hint of that devastating smugness returning to his eyes. "That’s the calibration."
"Release me!" Gorvasha hissed through clenched teeth.
It was a command issued with the desperation of a warrior who knew they were fighting a mountain, demanding a concession from a god.
"In a moment," Rex replied smoothly.
He could feel the Earth Sovereign’s authority working at a molecular level. The gauntlets were tracking Gorvasha’s energy patterns, figuring out how to redirect her huge power down into the ground instead of letting it push him away. He wasn’t just holding her; he was grounding her.
"How does it feel?" Cassandra’s voice drifted from behind him, sharp and observant, as she watched the impossible feat of strength.
Rex glanced back at her, his gaze intense and focused, never once loosening his grip on the orc queen.
"Strange," he admitted, his voice dropping into a tone of profound realization. "The passive mode runs in the background like a heartbeat, but this active mode... it requires total geological awareness."
"You don’t just feel the strength in your arms, but at least you feel everything connected to the stone."
"Everything?" Cassandra pressed, her eyes fixed on the vibrating air between the combatants.
"Every fault line," Rex said, his eyes burning with a terrifying, expanded perception. "Every stress point..."
"Every formation connected to the substrate in a radius that is still expanding as we speak." He tightened his grip slightly, his eyes locking back onto Gorvasha’s. "Even the primal rage’s geological component."
"It has a signature in the stone, Queenie." Rex clenched his fists. "And right now, it’s screaming in my hands."
Gorvasha stared at him, her eyes wide and shimmering with a primal, vulnerable realization.
"You can see the orcish lineage... through the ground?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.
"The geological component of it," Rex clarified, his tone possessing a terrifying, godlike detachment. "Yes..."
"Your rage isn’t just in your blood, Queenie, but it’s a vibration in the substrate."
"It has a frequency, and right now, it’s loud."
A flicker of something profound crossed her face—not rage and not even mere assessment. It was the raw, exposed sensation of a warrior realizing that her most private, most sacred essence had been laid bare and read like an open book by a stranger.
Then, Rex pushed back.
It was not a mere physical exertion of muscle or a simple extension of arm strength. It was a coordinated geological catastrophe.
As his hands pushed outward, the Earth Sovereign’s power made the ground beneath the city rise up quickly and forcefully in response. The combined force was a multiplication of Rex’s will and the massive, unyielding weight of the entire world beneath the chamber floor.
The sound that erupted was not a human grunt or a warrior’s shout. It was the deep, tectonic groan of stone being forced to move at a scale it was never meant to endure, a bass resonance so profound it bypassed the ears entirely, vibrating through the marrow of everyone present.
Gorvasha was launched.
She did not fly backward or sideways. She was propelled straight up, a living projectile of primal fury.
She tore through the chamber ceiling with such velocity that the stone did not shatter so much as it parted, yielding to her momentum faster than the material’s structural resistance could even process. The sound of her transit was a singular, deafening, directional crack that punched through the ceiling, echoed into the level above, and culminated in a thunderous percussion high above the chamber.
Silence enveloped the scene, a heavy, suffocating two seconds of absolute stillness.
Then, the ground buckled. The tremor was significantly more violent than the first, a jagged shudder that felt as if the kingdom itself were gasping for air.
From the levels above came the chaotic symphony of destruction: the sound of something immense and unstoppable impacting architectural infrastructure at high velocity, followed by the cascading roar of falling stone.
Then, a momentary pause, and finally, the unmistakable sound of someone who had hit a ceiling with enough force to rewrite its geometry, pulling themselves back to their feet.
Cassandra stared up at the jagged, gaping wound in the ceiling, her eyes narrowed as she mentally recalculated the power scale of the man standing before her.
"She went through a floor," she stated, her voice tight with disbelief.
"Two," Rex corrected, his eyes half closed as he listened to the intricate, rhythmic geological feedback pulsing through his gauntlets. "She’s on the third level above us."
"She’s still moving," Cassandra noted, her gaze never leaving the hole.
"Yes," Rex said, a small, dangerous smile tugging at his lips. "That is the calibration point."
"The output required to launch an SSS class orc queen through two entire levels of solid stone does not stop her... It only speeds her up."
