Orc Tyrant

Somehow, the light of the illuminator could not illuminate a shadow across the head and eyes of the man, but Parker was able to see its mouth clearly, and the dead priest made it with rotten lips sticking to a thick dried blood clot. A big, wound-like smile.

"In the name of Wendigo..."

When the man's chin opened to an impossible width, revealing dozens of needle-like teeth, he finally turned around, revealing his rotting face with white bones exposed.

He raised his hands, his fingers bent and lengthened to form a grasping shape, his sharp nails were soaked with blood, his eyes flashed red in the darkness, and there was only hatred in his gaze.

The blood worshipers opened fire.

On the winding mountain road, screaming screams and dense gunfire echoed in the air, followed by the release of a burst of flames, and finally fell into silence.

But this was just the beginning. Just as Parker was about to inspect the cave, a long, low cry of screams swept through his eardrums through the vibrating air, and then after another, until a chorus of sound spread throughout the sky, it It sounds like the death cries of hundreds of frightened people.

Then he saw the countless flesh and blood pouring out of the cave.

"Damn it! He has activated the Box of Fear!"

Their mouths are big and wide, as if permanently fixed on a cruel smile, their needle-like fangs are like those sharks in the sea, covered with their swollen mouths, and their long, curved fingers are bent like claws. , Tearing skin, flesh and bones.

These dolls, distorted by evil forces, ran with an extremely unnatural step, trying to swallow the hot flesh in front of them, and the **** rotting face was shining with joy.

"It's a soulless corpse!"

The blood worshippers who are proficient in various demonology quickly recognized these abominable monsters, but they were not afraid, because they had seen even more terrifying existences.

"There must be a **** road! Hannibal is on it!"

Parker shouted, then he chopped down a charged soulless corpse, cut off its sternum and beheaded it with a sweep, and at the same time threw a ball of flame at the densest place of flesh and blood, the roar of witch fire Full of metal, echoing in his eardrums.

These creatures were everywhere in droves, and soon surrounded him. The intermittent flashes of flames from his palm illuminated the dark cave, and the screams of his rune sword led to an explosion of flames. A high-pitched chorus composed of the hustle and bustle, but he didn't realize that something was trying to push the edge of his consciousness, probing his psychological defense line with tentative light touch.

The blood worshipers wielded their swords and yelled at the name of the Lord of Gourmet followed by them.

Parker struggled through the muddy pit made of holes and swaying under his feet. Hundreds of zombie-like products of Hanan have fallen under the rune sword, and the rancid smell of an ordinary person's submission stimulates his nostrils. , But he suppressed the feeling with his own will and continued to walk deep.

"Too much!"

His pro screamed, and Parker got rid of a creature that was holding his arm, and then smashed it with his fist. The rune sword cut through the fragile bone like an air.

"That's even more hurry up! He just hopes to hold us back! We must not let him truly release the fear box..."

Before he finished speaking, he raised his palm to the other soulless corpse that rushed over, and then used Hanan's impact to pull it off the ground, and threw a ball of fire, blasting the creature into a bone and internal organs. The composition of the shower, and then the third leaped over. Its almost dissolved rotting head hit Parker's rune sword. The blood and brain matter obstructed his vision. He could only wipe his face clean with the back of his armoured hand.

Due to the destruction of the body, these Hanan creations seem to lose control of the body and disintegrate. They become a simple pool of flesh. Parker has fought with more powerful enemies, and even an Ouke warlord has been defeated. Under his sword.

But such a large group of cannon fodder is rapidly consuming his energy, and even his muscles strengthened by witch power are burning in such a real battle. For every three slaughtered, another six rush up. , These soulless corpses are like colonies of ants pouring for food from their nests.

Parker realized his anxiety and chopped down another soulless corpse, but his footsteps were gradually being stopped.

During the melee, he caught a glimpse of his companions. This fairly good predator was also suppressed. Even if his fierce war spear was dancing like the wind, it was difficult to avoid being found by one or two claws. The wounds are accumulating, and sooner or later they will reach the point of crushing him.

"Damn!!"

Parker realized that there were more of these things than he thought. Hannibal had planned for a long time, and his goal was not just to activate the fear box.

He can feel the gentle caressing of the unfettered Hanan power, so short and so small, only a real wizard, a person whose spiritual consciousness has been tempered by the gods, can discover it, and there are other things... So far, Parker's mental control is sliding outwards through his thoughts like misted tentacles.

He must first determine Hannibal's position.

"With my blood!!"

Suddenly, several blood worshipers roared loudly, their clothes faded, their bodies swelled rapidly, their skin was squeezed and torn, revealing **** muscle tissue.

Huge power poured into their bodies, their hands turned into big mouths with suction cups, and long scarlet tongues protruding from their mouths, ejected like a rapier, piercing through those heads that have no history of souls.

With the assistance of these mutant cultists, Hannibal and his team quickly rushed out of the tunnel full of dead bodies. Once again, Hanan's scream came from the exit of the cave, and a harsh gust of wind made Parker unstable.

Out of the cave, Parker still saw the familiar mountain road. He had walked this road to the top countless times, but it had never been as difficult as it is today.

"Wait, here..."

A blood worshiper stood up, with four golden threads wrapped around his shoulders.

The sullen gaze swept across the stone steps where the mountain wind roared. This cultist who was proficient in all kinds of evil witchcraft and demon knowledge noticed something. He waved his hand vigorously and sprinkled a bright silver powder toward the front.

In an instant, all the disguise was stripped off, and everyone was shocked by the scene before them.

There were cruel sharp teeth on both sides of the mountain road. Dark red tentacles snaked out from the cracks in the stone. Fleshy pockets floated beside them like stringed puppets. Numerous damaged corpses covered the surface of the stairs. Like a living tissue covering the carapace, their deformed faces with tortured expressions are forever fused together.

"Wendigo is on...that lunatic!"

The muscles on Parker's face twitched abruptly, and he saw several familiar faces. These were all residents of Chant Town.

"This is the path of the gods! I have seen it!"

The blood worshiper got excited, and he walked up the stairs happily, with a fanatical and joyful expression.

"I understand! I thoroughly understand!"