Orc Tyrant

He opened his eyes, and only darkness greeted him.

It is not a pure darkness of ignorance, like a dark room extinguished by candlelight, but a purer darkness that comes from the abyss.

The panic scorched his thoughts like acid, and at that moment he seemed to think that someone had poached his eyeballs, until he blinked quickly and felt his eyelids cover the intact sphere and he almost breathed a sigh of relief.

He closed his eyes again slowly and painfully, doing his best to calm the turbid tremor in his brain, and tried to control the breath that spit out from the trembling teeth.

Diego didn't remember what brought him into the dark at all. His last memory flashed across his mind like scattered and broken pictures, like pictures projected by a camera malfunctioning.

He was facing the furious loser not long ago. Compared to his previous "student", he was so stupid as to say that he would only keep venting without getting enough support.

Then he left.

He remembered his staggering footsteps and the confusion sparks that enveloped the entire world in front of him.

Arch enemy.

Memory injected a chill into his veins, and he noticed the invisible tentacles swimming in the invisible space, and finally caught him.

The adrenaline burned in the blood melted the chill, and although both eyes were still blind, the other sense organs of the body had been restored.

He smelled old and cold air blowing from the vents, and the smell of steel and blood faintly stroked his tongue, and the cold iron under his feet vibrated with the weak rhythm from all directions.

He was on a ship, a ship laden with death.

but why?

There are no slaves here enough for him to squander, the huge pressure in his skull has caused him to kill all the creatures in the slave deck three days ago.

He also tried to torture those Oukes, but it didn't work, they were only anger, and they didn't help to wipe off the gray veil covering his soul.

It is sucking its own essence, and its demands for torture are increasing day by day.

In a sense, Diego has become one of the monsters he hates most.

"Well…"

After regaining consciousness, he tried to raise his arm for the first time, but was rejected by his limbs, and tried other movements to get the same result. He did not feel the shackles around his body, nor was he restrained by iron, but he was still unable to move.

The only sensation is the phantom itch from behind the eyeball.

Fear started again in the heart of the Shadow Prince, crawling all the way from the back of his head and dancing along the spine.

Despite this, Diego still felt an extremely strong withdrawal addiction. Every trace of clear thinking eventually led to wonderful memories engulfed by the wailing and pain of the slaves. He could not remember anything except the extreme joy in his ears. The pleasure.

It felt as if he was being tortured, and the nerve endings were running away uncontrollably, triggering waves of convulsions and anxiety, making the pain of paralysis worse, and repeatedly stinging his mind.

Kang Dang~!

There was a heavy loud noise somewhere nearby, making Diego involuntarily shut his mouth.

Although he couldn't feel it, he was quite sure that something was crawling on his skin, like a small piece of machinery sliding, and his slightly restored vision saw a tall figure standing next to him.

Inhumanly tall and slender, hairless, hermaphrodite, and covered in bright black latex, it stares down at itself, opening its mouth with too many sharp teeth and an overly wide smile.

The figure stretched out a hand towards Dylank, the soft skin was as pale as milk, it opened its palm, and there was a pink dust on its palm.

Diego suddenly felt his tongue thick and heavy, and his dry mouth tried to spit out words.

"What──"

The soft exhalation silenced everything and stole his words.

The half-male and half-female creature exhaled and gently blew the cherry-colored powder towards Diego's pale and thin face.

Dust was scattered all over his body, feeling like he was wrapped in silk. The rising warm current drove away the cold air. The survivor of the spirit race finally spit out the held breath in his mouth, allowing the powder to penetrate into his body.

Almost unable to wait to stay in his nostrils for a moment, Diego leaned forward and inhaled the musk greedily as much as possible. The pleasure was exactly the same as he tasted when he tortured the slave, but it was more intense.

The chill faded with the moist air, replaced by a delicate but powerful fragrance.

The heavy hum of the fan and the chuckle of biological music faded away, and a sweet and clear moan accompany him in his ears.

Diego slowly opened his eyes, and after blinking a few times, he found that his vision was clear and his blindness was no longer.

But the dark secret room has disappeared, and he is in a garden.

Prince Shadow found himself sitting on a low sofa draped in scarlet silk. The soft touch seemed to make the whole person sink into it forever. At this moment, he suddenly recovered and realized that he was pressing with a hand that should be covered with blood. With fluffy sofa leather.

He stretched out the hand and stroked his cheek, marveling at the smooth, intact skin, before turning his eyes to the surroundings.

Everything is verdant and green, with stretches of vines and flowers in full bloom, crystal clear springs flowing through the greenery and chuckles-instead of corroding water droplets with a strong rust smell in the pipeline, the small garden has more green plants than Diego's life. What you see.

In this vibrancy, many petite bodies are flying between the flowers. Their feathers show all the colors in the spectrum. They hover around with light elegance, sipping the shiny nectar from the flowers and flapping their wings. Flying back to the sky, the delicate little beak sang a song at the same time.

Diego has never seen such a tweet, enough to make all the instruments lose their color.

As he sits in the fog of Wuli and looks around, indulging in the wonderful scenery, the joy of nature oppresses the senses, he is completely lost in it, and it took a while for his distracted mind to realize that he is not alone here. .

"you-"

When her finger touched his lips, the whole world disappeared.

The soft touch is like grass rubbing on Diego's skin, and it also ignites a flame in his body.

The rolling hills around the two of them faded away and turned into a hazy mist. Only him was left between the sky and the earth, and there were a pair of purple eyes that engulfed his soul.

Those flawless eyes are eye-catching. They are the most beautiful thing Diego has ever seen in his life. In his mind, those eyes are like two doors. Behind the door is the green forest, full of life and laughter.

The slender fingers that were as white as milk retracted the touch, making Diego frown out of confusion, but then it melted into her smile.

But when he saw the other's face, his smile froze.

"Anna..."

As if seeing something terrible, Diego hurriedly moved backwards with his hands and feet.

The girl lowered her head, and her beautiful long purple hair drew elegant circles next to her breathtaking face. She let out a musically sweet laugh, and suddenly slammed into Diego's arms.

The sudden weight made him lose his balance, but the astonishing touch of the skin-to-skin blindfold made him almost unable to sustain himself.

But Anna is his queen and his blood relative...

"Get out of my head!"

The darkness tore everything good, he took out the girl's heart with his hand, tore her limbs from her torso, enjoying the pleasure of screaming and overflowing with blood.

Then, with a violent gasp, he really opened his eyes.

It's still the secret room.

Perceiving something flowing on his upper lip, he wiped it with the back of his hand, and then saw a large black blood stain.

Hunger and thirst struck again, Diego stood up, convinced that he must kill something.