Orc Tyrant

Bronze stared at Mountbatten, a sharp light in his eyes.

"The soldier died before the conversion,"

"I don't understand what this means."

"The injury he received, what was embedded in his neck—"

Bronze said and gestured his throat.

"Some of them are bones, bones that cast spells."

"I understand that cult ceremonies often do that."

"You do not understand."

Bronze said uncomfortably, the expression had an indescribable horror.

"The devil's bones are in his body and will transform him soon. They understand that they killed him."

"You keep talking about them, who the **** are they?"

"We don't need to tell you anything we don't want to—"

Senna opened his mouth, but Mountbatten had always moved quickly.

Before the other two could react, the pistol had instantly appeared in his hand, with the stubby muzzle pointed at Morina.

"Immediately explain these **** things."

Mountbatten ordered.

"immediately."

"Oh, man, don't be like this—"

Bronze groaned.

"Shut up, don't think I won't point a gun at you too."

"Remove the gun."

Senner said.

"Give me the answer first."

Mountbatten did not back down.

The judge sighed, and he opened his hands so that the major general could clearly see his movements.

He stretched his hand to his waist, stretched out his jacket, and then pulled the jacket and vest together, revealing the strong muscles of his right waist.

At this time, Mountbatten could clearly see the mark.

"Oh... Damn it."

Mountbatten snorted tremblingly.

Civic Temple.

"That corpse is ours,"

Sina said, putting down the clothes.

"He was found before we found him... we want to get it back."

"But where his body was left, it was intentional, right."

"He is a good guy named Zanji Barry."

Morina said flatly.

"He acted disguised as a soldier."

Mountbatten had a million questions to ask, but he knew that any question would have an ugly answer.

As a result, he couldn't ask anything, and the feeling that the whole world he knew was beginning to fall apart made him dumbfounded.

Since the Scarlet Dawn when Kuiyuanling was captured, until his strange conversation with the deputy commander of the special service, this comprehensive sense of dislocation has been lingering.

Now, everything he believed was torn to pieces, and there was no trace.

There is no answer, no explanation, nothing he can believe or recognize.

Panic seized him.

In an unknown emotion, he aimed his pistol at Sennai's head and pulled the trigger.

"do not!"

Something knocked him down from the side, and the gun he fired missed.

That is Bronze.

Before he could stand still, the wizard immediately gave him a palm on his chest.

Before Mountbatten recovered, Senner, who was shocked in a cold sweat, kicked the gun out of his hand.

The pistol slid into the dancing shadows, and the inquisitor rushed up, a silver finger tiger on his right glove, and a patch on Mountbatten's stomach to make sure he could not stand up.

"Well……"

The punch was quite fierce, and the air was squeezed out of Mountbatten's lungs. He felt a deep pain that could only come from internal bleeding.

But he didn't notice that the shadow he projected on the wall was twisting like crazy while he was kneeling.

"Damn, he was shadow cursed!"

The other two people noticed this abnormality, their complexion suddenly became very ugly, and the judge also drew his dagger.

"do not!"

Bronze warned, blocking the judge.

"He has a shadow curse, you know this type of curse better than I—"

"The spell hasn't invaded his brain yet, I can."

Mountbatten was in pain, panting and twisting, but didn't realize what the two were talking about.

Something is dominating his consciousness, making him want to find any weapon that can be used, and then kill all the noise-making guys, all-

"It's almost here, you can't save him."

Mountbatten raised his head, a large number of black blood vessels spread from his neck to his face, and his eyes were turning ominous blood red.

He saw Senna approaching him, the engraved dagger hanging down, ready to pierce his body.

"We have let him know so much."

Suddenly, a voice came out.

"Why don't you tell him the rest? If he still opposes by then, just pierce your dagger into his heart, Senna."

A force poured into Mountbatten's body through words, dispelled the mist that had enveloped the dark side of his mind, and allowed his lungs to start working again.

He took a deep breath and coughed, tears running down his face.

"wear?"

Bronze called Mountbatten's nickname.

"Pe, look at me, Pei?"

Mountbatten raised his head, and Bronze pulled his clothes up. The flesh on his right waist was much less than Senna, but the mark was exactly the same.

"Oh, God."

Mountbatten hissed.

"No... buddy, you don't want to..."

"This is the mark of the occultist,"

The mysterious voice continued.

"It's the mark we give to our friends, a trustworthy friend."

Then Mountbatten heard heavy footsteps coming towards him across the burnt ground.

A shadow fell on him, blocking the fire.

Mountbatten could not recognize the silhouette. It was a figure in a full set of armor. He had never seen this kind of armor. It was a rare bone-white color. The overall appearance was a polygon with strong industrial characteristics. A large number of hoses were wrapped around. The position of the neck and wrists, and there are similar test tubes on the shoulders

Cylinder.

The man's face was hidden in a black glass hood, and his voice came from inside, but there was no echo that was characteristic of a closed container, as if the black round glass hood did not exist.

"you are……"

Mountbatten said softly, he could feel the gaze behind the black glass cover looking at him, and because of this gaze, he felt a lot better.

"I am the chief esotericist."

The mysterious man stood condescendingly beside Mountbatten and held out his hand.

"I believe you are a good person, honest and credible... I think we can be friends, I don't want to kill you, but if you maintain this resistance posture, we can only do it without hesitation."

"Then don't lie to me."

Mountbatten groaned, the pain in his brain lowered his voice.

"I did not lie."

"what's your name?"

"Van Ruiskatyn."

Mountbatten laughed, it was a broken laugh full of pain.

"Lies, lies, more lies, Venus Katyn... I've heard that name, a wizard who was burned to death 20 years ago, you are lying to me, so why not kill me now? This thing is over."

The mysterious man was silent for a moment, then turned around and faced the judge.

"Give me the dagger, Senna."