Orc Tyrant

After turning off the communicator, Koresh was just about to get up when he heard a voice behind him, and he froze in place.

"That won't help you, Koresh... the power of the blood **** is about to manifest. Even you should be able to see this clearly."

He raised his head and saw Chulton, his most trusted subordinate, standing in the middle of the broken vault, facing himself, holding the shining long sword in one hand and a piece of broken glass in the other.

With a sneer, he lifted up the shard of glass and stroked his cheek with the sharp edge, blood flowed out and dripped on the ground.

"Churton."

Karesh stood up as he said, walked into the vault and stood in front of the swordsman.

"I thought you were dead."

The bright daylight filled the broken vault, and Koresh saw the corpses on the ground.

They were not the Holy Blood Army, but his internal response force, and Chulton was their commander.

Koresh could recognize that none of these people died from gunshot wounds. They fell under a powerful sharp blade without exception. These soldiers were chopped to pieces, and a terrible suspicion suddenly appeared. His heart emerged.

"dead?"

Chulton said with a penetrating smile:

"I will die? Do you remember what he said when I put the instructor down in the death training camp?"

Koresh nodded when he was alert.

"He said that there is one defeat in the end."

"Then do you remember what I said?"

"Yes it is--"

Koresh's hand slid on the hilt of the broadsword around his waist.

"You said,'It's impossible in this life,' don't you?"

"You have a good memory."

Chulton threw the blood-stained glass on the ground.

"Who is this latest scar for? I remember leaving a battle scar on my face... the habit of worshiping blood to teach gods to choose warriors."

Chulton laughed again, but there was no warmth in that smile.

"For you, my sir."

"You betrayed me."

Koresh cursed his stupidity secretly in his heart, knowing that Chulton is a fighting madman, why appoint him as the commander of the internal response force, people like him are the easiest to fall into the arms of the blood god.

But it was too late for any self-blame at this time. He knew that he was facing a terrible opponent, a swordsman who was one of the best in Wendigo Church.

Chulton's combat power is even higher than that of the past elders of Wendigo Church, but Hannibal has been hidden in the dark as a hidden power.

"You killed your warrior, didn't you?"

"Yes."

Chulton swung his long sword to relax his muscles, and Koresh knew at a glance that the duel between them was about to begin, and the other party was warming up for it.

"And I will do it again soon."

Koresh circled the edge of the vault, corresponding to Chulton's steps.

He has no illusions about the outcome of this battle, the betrayal must be repaid, and the exhaustion of his painstaking efforts made him furious.

"Why, Chulton? What advantage did they give you?"

"How can you ask such a question, Koresh?"

The ruthless swordsman asked, gradually approaching him, gradually shortening the distance between the two fighters.

"We will be trapped here, all because you made a mistake with Ok... I know what the blood **** once showed you, how can you give up such an opportunity?"

"You mean that demon? That kind of thing is abhorrent, Chulton, the blood worship plan is doomed to fail, and Guk will trample them ruthlessly underfoot. Are you going to stand on the losing side?"

"Guk?"

Chulton laughed.

"Are you sure he will win? See what you have become, a green-skinned dog! I spit on you in my heart, Koresh! You gave up your human ego and turned to a mindless beast We are an extraordinary race and we must ensure that we are always better than

Those inferior creatures that hinder our progress! This is what the blood **** can give me! "

"Even your comrades? Your comrades?"

Koresh pointed his sword at the corpse in the vault and said sharply, but the other party just shrugged.

"Yes, even if it's them... I want to reinvest in the right way, but they want to stop me, just like you want to stop me now. What choice do I have?"

"So you want to kill me? After we have been fighting side by side for so many years?"

"Don't try to induce any remaining goodwill. I am stronger than you. I will serve the great endless power and achieve more great achievements! Neither you nor any loyalty to the wrong camp can stop me."

Chulton raised his sword and entered a fighting stance, while Koresh began to approach his opponent.

The broken street suddenly seemed extremely quiet, and the two fighters circled each other, looking for flaws in the opponent's defense.

Koresh thought for a moment, drew out his combat knives, holding his backhand in his left hand, clearly knowing that he should have several arms between himself and the opponent.

There is nothing more to say, all this can only end in blood.

"Then go and see your blood god!"

Without warning, Koresh rushed towards Chulton and stabs forward with his deputy's small arms, but when he launched the attack, he knew that the opponent had expected his actions.

Chulton stepped aside, swinging the hilt of the long sword down, knocking the combat knife away from his hand.

The swordsman lowered his body and avoided the sword that Kauresh turned and swung towards his head.

The passing broadsword only slashed into the air, and then Chulton slapped Koresh's side with his elbow.

"Well……"

He anticipated that Chulton would continue to attack and hurriedly separated from his opponent, but the swordsman just smiled and circulated lightly beside him.

Koresh knew Chulton was playing with him, and such mockery made him angry.

But as soon as he was about to take his leg, Chulton rushed towards him, and the sword pierced his abdomen like a fluttering poisonous snake.

Koresh blocked the blow, turned his wrist so that his sword was pressed against Chulton's blade, and swung towards his neck, but the swordsman again anticipated this move and quickly avoided his attack. .

Then Koresh suddenly launched a counterattack, and his sword forced Chulton to retreat step by step in a flash of steel vortex.

"You have improved, but not enough."

Chulton parried a stab at his lower abdomen, laughed, twisted his body and leaned out a lightning strike back towards his opponent.

Koresh saw the blade pierce him through the air, knowing that he could not stop the attack.

He tried to dodge backwards, but he still felt the blade biting into his body in the intense pain of white heat.

Koresh clasped a hand tightly on the side wound, panting heavily in pain, blood running down the hem of his clothes, and then the medicine hidden in his molars helped him temporarily shield the pain.

"Damn..."

Koresh quickly backed away from the enemy, and the swordsman pressed forward with an expectant smile.

"If this is your highest level, Koresh, then you might as well give up now."

The swordsman stretched out his lizard-like forked tongue to lick the blood on the blade, and then said with a sneer.

"I promise I will give you a good time."

"I was just about to say this to you, traitor!"

Koresh finished breathing, and raised his sword again.