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The so-called Demon Lord Seed was, in essence, already a Demon Lord.
Just not a complete one.
As the name implied, it was only a seed. A starting point. It still needed enough nourishment to sprout, grow, and fully mature. In that sense, it was remarkably similar to Shirou Emiya's Hero's Egg.
At this stage, both could already be called Demon Lords and Heroes.
But there was still a higher realm beyond that.
The Awakened Demon Lord.
And the Awakened Hero.
Those were the true classes.
Existences that stood firmly in S-rank, with the strongest among them even surpassing that boundary.
At present, Shirou Emiya still had no idea how to awaken as a true Hero. That path remained unclear. But for Rimuru, the process was far more direct.
To become a true Demon Lord, Rimuru first had to obtain a Demon Lord Seed.
In the original flow of events, Rimuru achieved this by devouring the Orc Lord that had evolved into the Orc Disaster.
Which meant one thing was certain.
The Orc Disaster was unavoidable.
Shirou Emiya had no interest in it.
If the Orc Disaster appeared here, he would likely have to change battlefields. That would only waste time.
So, in all honesty, Shirou Emiya was quite pleased that the Orc Disaster had not yet shown itself.
Taking a brief pause, he glanced at his Divine Blessing.
After three consecutive days of nonstop combat, the results were obvious.
His basic attributes were rising at a rapid pace.
Among them, Durability had increased the fastest.
At this moment, it had already reached 1854.
Not far from the new upper limit of 1999 that came with becoming a Hero.
As for how Shirou Emiya knew that limit so precisely, the answer was simple.
His Magic Power had already hit it.
Among all five attributes, Magic Power had always grown the fastest.
The slowest, ironically, was Durability.
After becoming a Hero, Shirou Emiya's growth rate increased across the board. Even ordinary training now resulted in noticeable improvements. However, out of the five basic stats, Durability remained the most stubborn.
The reason was obvious.
The most effective way to raise Durability was to take hits.
And Shirou Emiya rarely did that.
During sparring, he almost never allowed himself to be struck directly. Weapon clashes generated some reactive force, but that provided minimal improvement at his current level.
That was why, in this battle, he had made a deliberate choice.
No armor.
No dodging.
He endured the attacks head-on and continued fighting.
Again and again.
In this way, his Durability rose at an astonishing speed. The frequency of being struck was simply too high. During combat, he was being hit almost every moment.
And that was exactly what he wanted.
Feeling his attributes creeping closer to their limits, Shirou Emiya's excitement burned hotter.
"Almost there."
"Just a little more."
"Once all my attributes hit their cap, I'll pull back."
"I'll deal with what comes after leveling up later."
"I can't squeeze the Orcs dry forever."
"After all..."
"These guys will eventually become Rimuru's-and my-subordinates."
Knowing the future, Shirou Emiya was fully aware that these Orc soldiers would one day serve under them.
Even so, he showed no mercy.
They were not his subordinates yet.
And future allegiance was not a reason to spare them now.
During their rampage through the Jura Forest, countless monsters had been slaughtered and devoured by these Orcs.
As Lelouch once said-
Only those prepared to be killed are qualified to kill.
They had chosen to step onto this battlefield.
If they died here, no one could blame anyone else.
Because this was war.
Tightening his grip on the twin swords in his hands, Shirou Emiya's lips curved upward slightly.
"Come on."
"My stamina isn't exhausted yet."
"And this battle isn't over."
"Destroy everything! Devour everything!"
The Orc soldiers roared the same slogan as they charged once more.
Shirou Emiya stepped forward.
Twin blades flashed.
The slaughter resumed.
While Shirou Emiya continued to clash head-on with the Orc army, Rimuru's side was also moving.
After learning that Gabiru had usurped his father's throne and was currently engaged in battle with the Orcs, Rimuru immediately dispatched Souei to the Lizardmen's territory.
His mission was clear.
Rescue the former Lizardman King.
Souei departed at once.
Along the way, he also rescued Gabiru's younger sister.
Meanwhile, Rimuru led the remaining forces toward the center of the battlefield.
From atop a high hill, they looked down upon the distant scene.
"...That's a lot of them."
Even Rimuru couldn't help but exclaim.
When numbers exceeded ten thousand, they already felt endless.
But this-
Hundreds of thousands.
The battlefield stretched as far as the eye could see, filled completely with Orc soldiers.
"It's true," Benimaru said calmly. "Their numbers are overwhelming."
"But that's their only advantage."
He showed no fear.
After being named by Rimuru, his strength had risen dramatically. At this point, even without seeing the Orc Disaster, Benimaru felt no hesitation.
If anything, he wanted to charge in immediately.
To avenge the fallen.
"Don't underestimate them," Rimuru said gently.
"Shirou talked to me about this before."
"He said the Orc Disaster itself isn't that frightening."
"But the high-ranking demon and the Demon Lord manipulating things behind the scenes are another matter entirely."
"That's why we need to stay alert at all times."
"Be cautious."
"Yes, Lord Rimuru!"
Benimaru and the others responded in unison.
"Lord Rimuru, look!" Shion suddenly shouted, pointing into the distance.
"Isn't that brainless Gabiru about to get pushed over the edge?"
"Gabiru?"
At the mention of that name, Benimaru and the others instinctively frowned.
Gabiru had offended Rimuru badly in the past. Naturally, that left a poor impression.
However, after observing him more closely, their opinions had begun to change.
He was actually competent at command.
His fighting spirit was strong.
And more importantly, he bore responsibility.
The goblins under his command were not treated as disposable pawns. That alone spoke volumes.
Though impulsive and somewhat reckless, Gabiru was not a bad person.
His greatest mistake, however, was a lack of understanding.
He had no grasp of just how central the Orc Disaster was to the Orc race.
Under its control, Orcs felt no fear of death.
They could grow stronger by devouring other races, inheriting their traits and abilities.
The longer the battle dragged on, the stronger they became.
According to information provided by Treyni, in previous incidents, it was human armies that ultimately defeated the Orc Disaster.
The reason was simple.
Humans had no racial traits to be devoured.
Against humans, the Orcs couldn't grow endlessly.
From this alone, it was clear.
With the Orc Disaster, Orcs were natural monster killers.
Almost no race could match them.
Watching Gabiru struggle desperately, locked in combat with an Orc General while surrounded on all sides, Rimuru frowned.
"We're going to save him."
"Even if he has his problems, he's still a good guy."
"It would be a waste to let him die here."
"Yes, Lord Rimuru!"
At Rimuru's command, Benimaru and the others lit up with excitement.
Finally.
They could fight.
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