Orc Tyrant

The thirsty **** in the dark sent a demon to hunt him, and he felt that he should be honored.

His detachment was as smooth as when he sneaked in. The mysterious equipment donated by the Three Wizards did not leave a trace on the many surveillance posts in the Black Fire Fort. It flashed through the space and dropped him onto the southern coastline with a long-range leap. A corner.

When he woke up from the jump, he felt pain in his whole body, took the first step from the fissures of this world, and fell to the ground, curled up on the beach like a baby.

And his nostrils were dripping with blood like a faucet.

"Thank you..."

With blood splattered in his mouth, he talked to the inhuman gods and demigods to himself, but they couldn't hear him and never cared about his opinion.

The thing that carried him has long since disappeared, returning to the unknown space like a swift ghost.

He wondered if anyone in the Black Fire Citadel tracked it, and he doubted it. Now Ouke's technology is quite advanced, but it is not the same as the ancient craftsmanship of mankind.

So humans will lose.

So humans will lose to themselves.

So he will care.

He is a human, at least, a long time ago, he was a human.

Now he is a more ancient and declining race, although he hates these **** because their fall with himself is so traceable.

He hates this fact more than desperation because of hunger and thirst.

He hates the fact that the human race is the cause of the destruction of this world. From the ancient spiritual classics, he learned that the energetic, innocent and prosperous human race is the gateway through which the subspace can swallow the galaxy.

Therefore, Chaos will always win, because the shortcomings of human beings will allow the invasion of subspace.

This is the world, so is that world, and many worlds are like this. Once the horn of the end times is sounded, it cannot be stopped.

He used to only think of himself as an immortal.

He was born this way, a natural immortal, after accepting the recruitment of the Benedict Empire, he has been working for it.

Since then, he has started killing them: many he killed were bad people, but there were also many good people.

Sometimes, serving the state machinery can be very contradictory, but they are always willing to explain.

They will make it clear why a good person must die, why it's not a bad thing, and the **** tasks they let him complete...what a hell.

But the situation will always evolve, of course, because the opponent's state has changed.

For example, once he was a chess piece, now he has become a chess player, going to play a game that is destined to lose.

He must play against those extremely clever but astray ancient humans with the world as a chessboard, fight against the ferocious beasts he has cultivated, and comfort those who are curled up under his wings like frightened chickens. Mortal.

But the development of things makes everything unpredictable.

Gu Ke, can no longer control or predict his behavior, that Ok's performance has exceeded expectations.

Therefore, the strategy he developed is called the Gulsuth opening, or pseudo-face chess game.

The purpose is simple: let him perform a performance with the pseudo-king of Ouk. He replaces Gulsuth with an elaborate physical puppet to command the army, while the other party drank the potion he prepared and disguised himself as a guard. When you fall into the prepared trap, complete a fatal blow, then collapse the fragile kingdom and turn it into ashes.

This is a very difficult plan. Every step is a tightrope walk. The flesh puppet can only simulate part of Ouke's characteristics and temperament, and he needs to consume his own strength very exaggeratedly to maintain it.

He obeyed his orders, he did what they needed him to do.

However, he still failed. He thought that in a closed room, Gulsuth and his ten elite fighters could cut the pale tyrant's lifeline, but he was wrong, it was wrong, and he ignored it. Those forces that violate all natural laws, even life and death.

Chenhuan is the plaything of the gods.

Although he is unwilling to accept this view, he must admit the rationality of this logic, even though it is unreasonable in itself.

He rushed down and landed on a sand dune. His body was scarred by the high-speed penetration jump, but he tried his best to maintain his own state.

At present, he is still a little away from the coast, about three days away, but the problem is not here, the problem is the demon sent by the subspace to hunt him.

Two days after he completed the jump, he turned around and said to the cold wind:

"Show up."

The laughter echoed, but that far from human voice echoed in the deserted desert in the middle of the night.

"bring it on."

Diego smiled and said, his skin was asered as a corpse, his limbs were as weak as rotten wood, and he could not see that he was the former shadow prince.

"Come on, Mr. Devil, I am impatient."

After a long silence, a voice said:

"I know who you are, I own your name, and I control you."

Diego sighed, threw his weapon on the ground, and opened his arms.

"Then you win, come and kill me."

"Akhla."

The voice responded.

"An interesting name, considering that your relatives are on the verge of extinction, the meaning of this name is even more interesting."

"What can I tell you, devil?"

Only silence.

"You have my real name."

The Shadow Prince whispered:

"What are you waiting for?"

With his hands still open, he slowly turned around, and the gravel under his feet creaked.

"I do own your name."

The voice answered.

"The real name contains real power. I own your name. You can't fight me."

"I know."

"Then you should know that I am going to kill you? Do you know why I am here?"

"Yes it is."

"well."

Diego cleared his throat, and the air in the desert late at night was very thin.

"what is my name?"

The voice suddenly asked:

"Akhratanis."

The devil answered.

"Knowing my real name allows you to control me?"

"Yes it is."

"Then you win, the son of the subspace, and the **** of Lady Hungry, you have won completely, before I die safely, please fulfill one of my last wishes."

"Say it."

"Tell me, what is the real name of the one who annihilated me."

A chuckle rippled in the void.

"Take this name to the grave."

The voice said, turning into an explosive scream.

"I am Te Pisatka."

"I surrender, come and kill me,"

The shadow of the void jumped up and rushed towards him, and it rushed through the snow like a black tsunami.

"by the way--"

Diego said at the last moment, there was not a trace of tension on his face.

"That's not my real name, so you can't control me, but I know your real name...Tepisatka!"

He has been frantically getting the container in his pocket ready, he completed the proper gesture and threw the proper rune, just as he had learned, he threw his witchcraft to the scream. The devil.

The demon exited the physical space in an explosion of anger and light. His power was condensed by the container and swept across the earth. Diego fell to the ground in the first place.

When he opened his eyes, he realized that he was soaked, he was covered in blood, and so was the large patch of sand around him.

But not a drop of blood is his.

Exhausted, he stood up slowly, his skin regained its luster, like a sucking-liquid dry sponge, but the blurry light in his eyes became more dazzling.

"Your gift...your curse..."

He lowered his head and trudged forward step by step. He had to walk along the sand dunes for a long time. During this period, he had enough time to think and reflect.

next time……

He will not fail again.