Heroic Spirit: I, Shinji, have tried my best.

Just when everyone thought that the new ghost had been torn to pieces by them, a ball of dark fire like the fire from hell exploded in the crowd.

In an instant, all the beastmen who rushed over were engulfed by the flames. The high temperature burned them everywhere without even a single scream...

"!"

All the other orcs stood up immediately, staring at the large area of ​​black flames. The feeling of heat hit them, and their eyes were filled with shock and fear.

Suddenly, as if an invisible force pushed open the flames, a large hole appeared, and the figure in the black robe walked over step by step...

"Da da da…"

Every footstep seemed to be stepping on the hearts of the people around them, and the scene suddenly became extremely quiet...

“…Tsk! Damn bastard! [Blood Damn]!”

Until the first orc finally couldn't help it and took the lead to move, and then as if a valve was opened, all the orcs rushed forward.

Blood-red halos exploded from the orcs' bodies, the hair on their bodies stood up, their pupils turned into ferocious vertical pupils, and they roared and turned into afterimages and rushed over.

[Blood damage]

As the innate ability of the beastman race, it is generally only possessed by strong individuals. However, in the context of this war, this ability is no longer a rare thing.

Their already powerful physical and perceptual abilities were amplified several times after activating the [Blood Ring], and they could even read minds by sensing tiny movements of the body.

It is no exaggeration to say that the beastmen gathered here can almost defeat the troops of any lower race as long as they do not encounter the first six races or any large-scale punitive groups.

Unfortunately, they never expected that the person they thought was the softest one actually harbored murderous intentions...

"Whoosh!"

"Whizzing…"

Even with the orcs' speed that broke the physical limits, their sharp claws were still easily dodged by the opponents...those eyes seemed to see through all their movements in an instant.

The masked man would not just dodge when faced with an attack. He would wait for the right moment and swipe his sword from under his cloak. A streak of blood would stain the chest of one of the orcs red.

"what!!!"

The orc twisted his body and fell to the side. The huge knife wound on his chest continued to spurt out blood, but he immediately held on and pushed it down.

During [Blood Damage], their defense and recovery abilities will be significantly enhanced, otherwise this knife would have killed him directly...

"You're not dead yet?"

Suddenly, a strange voice came from behind the orc. As he turned his head stiffly, he caught a glimpse of a corner of a black robe. He looked back in disbelief at the figure being besieged by others...

The pupils instantly shrank into pinholes...

"Ahhh!"

I saw that another group of orcs were frantically attacking one of their own kind, and the other party was also desperately resisting... but even so, no one noticed anything wrong.

This is really crazy. The enemy is right behind him, but it seems like only he can see it... What's wrong with everyone?

"Pfft!"

The blade cut through his flesh and blood. At the moment before the beastman died, he still couldn't believe what he saw, and fell down forever with his eyes open...

“…It’s so ugly…”

The masked man shook off the blood on the blade, and walked towards the chaotic area with a pair of strange eyes emitting faint light under the mask.

"Puff! Puff!"

Two more orcs fell down, with identical expressions of death and unwillingness. They probably didn't even know how they died.

The other orcs still turned a blind eye and attacked their fellow orc madly. At the same time, they were also wondering:

They had just finally killed the intruder, but he would appear in their team again, as if they could never kill him again...

Little did they know that they had been killing each other from the very beginning, and there was also a figure wearing a skull mask moving among them, constantly reaping the lives around.

The smell of blood interfered with the orcs' sense of smell, making them not even realize that they had been hit by the enemy.

Until one of the orcs suddenly reacted:

Sniff…sniff…

Something is wrong... There is clearly only one enemy, but the smell of blood is too strong. And why does it feel like their numbers are getting fewer and fewer?

The orc stopped attacking and began to notice something was wrong. Suspicious points about this battle emerged one after another...

A horrifying idea inexplicably appeared in the orc's mind, and after seeing one of his companions turn into the masked man with his own eyes, this idea was completely confirmed.

"Stop! Stop right now!!!"

"That's not the enemy! We've fallen into their trap!"

When the others heard the orc's shout, their movements gradually slowed down, and they began to calm down and observe the surrounding environment.

“…Did you finally find it?”

An unfamiliar voice sounded, followed by a feeling of dizziness. All the orcs gradually came out of the ambiguous feeling. The moment they opened their eyes, a horrifying scene came into view:

The guy in the black robe and mask was standing there holding a bloody knife. The ground around him was littered with corpses of other orcs, and the strong smell of blood filled the entire room.

And this is not the most terrifying thing... The most terrifying thing is the wounds on the bodies of those compatriots, most of which are scratches and bites... That is to say, those are the tribesmen they killed with their own hands!

A strong feeling of fear filled their heads and they felt their teeth chattering. This strange situation instantly destroyed their morale.

We suffered heavy casualties, but we couldn't even find out the identity of the enemy...

"damn it…"

The werewolf leader in the crowd trembled and clenched his fists, with large amounts of blood on his claws. Normally this should be something to be proud of, but now it almost made him collapse!

He realized something was wrong from the moment the ball of black flame appeared. It was impossible for a human to launch such an attack.

But he just regarded it as that arrogant race hiding their identity and wanting to attack them alone, and all their main fighting forces happened to be gathered here, so he still didn't think he would lose.

But now the situation is completely out of control... That unprecedented ability has made them run around in circles. It is almost impossible to win in this situation...

The werewolf leader stared at the pupils under the opponent's mask, which were emitting strange light. He regretted it so much in his heart... All the fighting power was gone...

"…What, you're not convinced? Then go ahead."

"..."

A pair of beastly eyes stared at the mysterious man who had never appeared. The werewolf leader looked at the tragic situation and half-knelt down without any hesitation:

"...I'm so sorry. I was blind and offended Master [Ghost]...By the way, aren't you going to sign that scroll? I'll do it right away. Please spare us..."

Then he signaled with his eyes to the leopard girl behind him, who immediately understood what he meant, ran over, picked up the scroll that was originally thrown on the ground, and handed it to the werewolf boss.

The other party immediately spread it out, and as expected, it contained a letter of peace handed over by the fox!

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Since the other party was interested in their fighting ability, he should be safe if he agreed to the other party's request.

Then, with infinite melancholy in his heart, he knelt down and signed the scroll, and then handed it to the Leopard Woman next to him, who immediately handed it respectfully to the masked man.

I saw the other party slowly open the scroll, then close it as if satisfied, and then take it into his arms.

Now everyone felt relieved. All they had to do next was to respectfully send this plague god away, and they would continue as usual...

"Pfft!"

The sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh rang out, and everyone was stunned, especially the leopard girl...

The other party looked at the red blade that pierced through his proud chest in disbelief, his face full of fear... Wasn't it said that he was safe...

"…Bang!"

Another person died. The werewolf leader's eyes were bloodshot as he stared at the fallen leopard woman excitedly:

"…What do you mean?"

He gritted his teeth and uttered a few words, but the response he got was a ruthless sneer:

"Oh! What do you mean? Do you want me to teach you?"

The masked man slowly approached with a long knife covered in blood.

"Originally I shouldn't be here, because this is the mission of the Ghosts..."

"They have no race, no life, they are just simple transmitters of will... However, some people want to challenge that will..."

The cold, emotionless voice irritated the orcs' nerves. The fear in their hearts was infinitely magnified, as if they were about to collapse in the next moment.

"So... the [Dead Spirit] is coming..."

"Pfft!"

"Ahhhhhh!!! Don't kill me!"

"Help! Someone, help me!"

“Wow wow wow…”

“Puff…Puff…”

Crying...Running...Hiding...

The whole room was in chaos...

but…

The killing continues...