Orc Tyrant

"Damn it!"

The evil orc ban army general rushed into the courtyard and shouted, his eyes quickly scanning the scene of the massacre.

The Minister of State is dead, leaving only a headless body in the middle of the courtyard, and more people lying around the blood trough that looks like the spokes of a car.

"Ok, you cowards!"

He roared, whirling searching for the shadows under the cloisters around the courtyard.

"Despicable green skin."

His anger grew stronger and stronger, his boots kicked into the ribs of a sacrificed pagan, but there was no sound at all, except for the sound of blood foaming from a crack in his throat under pressure.

"Ok!"

The evil orc roared, lifted the scythe in his hand into the air to draw a malicious arc, and slashed towards the corpse before his feet.

The sickle pierced the human body straight, slamming a spark on the slab below.

"You will pay for it!"

He gasped and snarled.

"It looks like you want to single out."

Suddenly, another voice came from behind, a rude voice that he couldn't understand, but it didn't prevent him from recognizing the creature that made such a voice.

The evil orc general looked back, his sickle still stuck in the swollen corpse.

The sneaky boss walked into the courtyard still shrouded in the purple energy field, and the battle knife was already in his hand.

Behind him were two boys, one wielding a malicious warhammer and the other pointing a gun at each other.

The imperial army general laughed, took the war sickle out of the corpse and rotated it around his head. The blood on the blade splashed around the courtyard as he turned to face the intruder.

"At least one green-skinned head can be harvested."

He lowered his center of gravity to prepare for battle, raised his sickle over his shoulders and moved his center of gravity to his back leg.

"Don't worry, we will solve you."

Truf also murmured, holding the combat knife vertically to his side with both hands, and stepped out his left leg to make a fighting posture.

With a click, the kid on the side loaded the bullet.

"He belongs to me."

He snarled at the guy, then rushed forward, raising the knife over his head and slamming him.

The kid hesitated for a moment, wanted to provide assistance but realized that the boss was very eager to harvest the spoils and he had no right to participate in the war.

In the end, he retreated to the shadow of the cloister, and while doing so, something on the other side of the courtyard attracted his attention—some figures in blue robes emerged from the transept.

But it was back into the shadows in just an instant, and it seemed to be the stinky guy who had survived before.

"what!"

The movement of the evil orc imperial army was as fast as Truf's. He swept the sickle down to fend off the attack, and at the same time lifted the leg that was stepping on the front and kicked it into Ouke's chest.

The sneaky boss staggered back under the heavy blow, then regained his balance, holding the combat knife horizontally on top of his head and pointing it directly at the opponent's neck.

As the body turned, the other leg of the general of the imperial army kicked Truf's leg in front of him, while sweeping the sickle in his hand.

But Truf lifted his leg just right, stepped on the opponent's ankle joint, and felt the crunch of the joint collapse under the heavy pressure, and at the same time lowered his sword to block the sickle blade that was slashing toward his head.

"Despicable beast!"

The general yelled, partly from pain and partly from anger, while dragging the broken leg back from Truve.

"You have to pay for it!"

Boom~~~!

Suddenly, there was a series of explosions in the nave, followed by dense gunshots.

Ouke’s main force has broken through the defenses of the outer hall and flooded into the former magnificent palace walls like a torrent.

"Beast God Bless!"

The evil orc became furious because of the failure, and hacked again with a sickle, but due to the loss of balance caused by the broken leg, this attack was much clumsy than the previous one.

Truf took an easy step forward, pushing the sword against the opponent's upper abdomen.

"Victory requires sacrifice-I am here to thank you for your sacrifice."

The sickle fell from his hand and slammed on the ground. Lilin's ghostly voice suddenly floated in his ears, like an illusion.

The evil orcs staggered back, panting hard, and the setting sun just rose to the horizon, mixed with the noisy fighting sounds of the nave and the outer area, spraying the last ray of blood-red sunlight on the courtyard.

"This is not the end, Oak."

The evil orc who fell to the ground uttered these words, his body slid along the front of the saber, and blood splashed on Truf's face.

"No, this is just the beginning of a new battle..."

His voice gradually weakened, the dark light in his eyes began to dim, and the last breath of horror came out of his open mouth.

Truf drew the knife from the body of the dead enemy, and blood splattered from the sawtooth into the courtyard.

The huge wound in the abdomen of this guy kept spilling blood, and soon a wide pool of blood formed around the sneaky boss.

But Truf discovered the danger too late, and the blood began to seep into the blood trough on the stone surface and flowed all the way to the hole in the center of the courtyard.

Instinctively, Truf began to dash towards the cloister, and a lot of blood flowed from the hole to the pool of blood as he lifted his foot.

The purple energy field covering the courtyard exploded into a bright flash, and the slate on the ground was evaporated in an instant, leaving only wisps of steam neighing up to the sky, and the corpses of the believers rolled into the pool of blood.

As the commotion subsided, a pillar rose from the place where the ground used to be the courtyard, and it rumblingly reached its position, closing the courtyard again like a spike filling the hole.

The new ground is stained with a crimson that has been left from being soaked in a sea of ​​blood for centuries.

"Ghost, what is this!?"

Truf was taken aback by the sudden situation, and when he took a closer look, he found an ancient and white altar in the middle, as if he had never been touched by the terrible filth around him.

A small eye was lying on the altar, shining with a weird red light that seemed to be lit by the flames of hell.

Attracted by the evil noise, two special warriors flew from the nave into the corridor.

"What happened, boss?"

One of them asked, but Truf's eyes looked across the halo toward the courtyard.

There, on the opposite side of the courtyard, Lilin emerged from the shadow of the cloister.

The king of the beasts stared at the ground and kept talking to himself, his head twitched from time to time, as if he was struggling with something.

"A dried shrimp?"

Truf muttered to himself, pulling out the pistol from his waist.

Suddenly, Lilin stopped mumbling and raised his head, and looked at each other for a while.

Then raised his arm, the eyeball flew across the courtyard to his hand.

Truf noticed that the moment the opponent received his eyeball, the cold blue in his eyes turned into a golden and red light like hellfire, and as the opponent slowly lowered his arm to point to him, his armor exploded suddenly. A purple energy field appears.