Orc Tyrant

"stand up."

Koresh used his gloved palm backhand to give the high-ranking blood worshiper's face for a moment, and the man opened his eyes in surprise.

He was caught a day ago and then brought to Guk.

But he remained silent, and Guke hoped to dig out some useful information from him, so he asked Koresh to do the job well.

"Where did we just talk about?"

Koresh opened the forceps inserted in the wound on his shoulder and tore the blood scab that had formed in the hours after the last interrogation.

The blood worshiper replied with a scream, and just when he seemed to faint from pain again, Koresh put a syringe into the side of his neck and pressed the piston down.

"He is doing...what to me?"

The eyes of the thirty-year-old man seemed to be staring above the prison, as if there were other people in this room.

"'He' is making sure you stay awake during the next stage of interrogation. I don't want you to faint because of the pain, and I assure you that it will hurt you enough next."

The blue-faced man smiled, and blood ran to his lips.

"It hurts? He felt he knew the meaning of the word."

The blood-stained prisoner laughed again and stared at Koresh.

"Let me come down here, I will tell you the true meaning of pain, the **** of Wendigo Church, you don't understand what torture is, your technique makes me sick, you even the most--"

He rattled the chains that tied him to the wall of the interrogation room, but even if he was not weakened by the torture of the past few days, even the strongest Ouke would be firmly bound by these chains. Many tortures in the past have been quite effective.

This cage was designed for Ouke.

Koresh ignored his words and continued to ask questions.

"Who have you been talking to? All the objects were stripped from your body when you were brought in. The reason I know this is because I personally removed them."

Koresh walked to the table at the back of the interrogation room and picked up a scalpel.

"Are you talking to your God? A prayer before death?"

Holding the knife, he slowly approached the captive and stared at him.

But the prisoner said nothing, just stared at Koresh.

"The last time, who have you been talking to?"

The silence lasted for a few seconds, then Koresh stabbed the saw-blade knife into the opponent's chest, and pulled it up, cutting to the lower end of his lung.

Normal people will die soon, but this blood worshiper's body has undergone a little mutation. His thorny limbs are proof, so he won't die so easily.

"Ahem..."

The prisoner made a sound that was partly screaming and partly gasping, and blood poured out of his nostrils.

Just when Koresh was about to pull the knife upward, he spoke.

"They...I'm talking to them."

"Who are you referring to? Who are they?"

The interrogator grabbed the knife harder, and if the next answer is not what he wanted, then he would twist the knife.

He is very skillful in creating pain. He knows the structure of the human body very well.

"Altai, the ghost of Altay,"

He said in a voice that was not his own, and then his body relaxed, as if saying it alleviated his pain.

"Altai?"

Koresh clamped his chin with his hands and pulled his head up, letting the opponent face him.

The man's eyeballs rolled over in his eye sockets, revealing bloodshot whites.

"Who is it?"

"A group of aborigines living in what is called Mawson Canyon, at least until Kaimon’s lackeys came here and killed us like cattle... We prayed to God for the killing to end, but Our God ignored our call, at least we think so... But even though our body died, our soul remained after they cut us off from our tangible existence."

"So now a group of dead souls are talking to me?"

Koresh has heard of the Altay people, they are ancient peoples from the old continent, their history can be traced back to the blank period of the history of human civilization.

They are said to have given birth to the first batch of wizards, and they were also the earliest targets of the Kaimon Church.

According to legend, they were the direct fuse of the beastization disaster, at least that is what the Kaimon Church said.

There is no doubt that under the severe blow, they were quickly erased from history.

"perhaps……"

"Then who is making the final altar? Is it Altay or you?"

"I'm doing it all, but for different reasons."

"what do you mean?"

"These mortals are a bunch of fools who are easily fooled. The reason they make those altars is because they believe that they can enter the realm of gods as long as they are activated."

"What about the Altay people? Are you trying to make the final altar again?"

"In order to achieve the goal we have pursued throughout our lives."

"What goal?"

"Ah, you have asked too much about us, Koresh, the chief predator of Wendig, maybe our host will tell you the answer under your torture more."

The captive's eyes rolled up again, revealing his pupils and iris.

Koresh immediately grabbed the handle of the knife and turned it slowly.

The captive's eyes widened suddenly and his mouth was about to yell, but before he could make any noise, Koresh pushed the forearm between his palate and smashed his teeth.

"When I moved my arm, the only sound you could make was to tell the Altay people the reason for the lingering spirit, do you understand?"

The captive nodded frantically, and blood and sweat flowed down his smooth head.

Koresh slowly moved his forearm out of the opponent's mouth, and then he choked a few broken teeth to the ground.

"They received the blessing of the blood god, which we call the blood curse."

"I know the blood curse, it's a... advanced ritual."

"You know too little, the blood curse will make a messenger...that is, they are bound to us. They are very good helpers. They can cast invisible shadow curses and teach us a lot of knowledge, ancient knowledge."

"So... what is it going to let you do?"

"Summon a messenger of God."

Koresh frowned, and he thought of the information he had received earlier.

"You plan to sacrifice the entire land?"

In the history of the Wendigo Church, similar rituals have been performed, and it is with this ritual that they recovered from the blow of the blood worship.

"You know it well."

The captive gave a weird smile.

"What is it called?"

"Who?"

"Don't play games with me, I know this ritual, so..."

Koresh drew the knife abruptly, and a **** arrow sprayed into his face.

"What is it called!"

"Destroy... Seed of Destroy!"