Orc Tyrant

"Oh, please, Peggardo..."

Ren looked scared, but he couldn't move, as if he was fixed in place.

Peggard took the dagger expressionlessly and turned around.

"You are really in trouble."

After he finished speaking, he swung his short blade cleanly in the next second.

"Do not!"

Rennes screamed, as if being sent to the execution ground, but the rope on his wrist was cut.

Peguedor turned to face the hooded people, and he held the ritual dagger in front of him.

"Fuck off!"

The figures in a half circle hesitated.

Then they began to tremble.

Every piece of creamy white soft robe shuddered, as if connected to a high-pressure pipe for inflation.

They gradually swelled in an ugly and bloated way, reminiscent of all kinds of deformities, and then they began to twitch and twist again, as if there was a restless ghost hidden under the robe.

The dust-proof robe swelled and deformed like a balloon, followed by a high-pitched neigh, which became more ear-piercing.

This sharp howl came from the broadcasting speaker.

"Damn it!"

Ren and Pegueduo tightly covered their ears with their hands, but stopped abruptly when the noise reached its peak.

The hoods of those trembling figures fell one after another, releasing a stream of air into the dim room.

The golden air flow rushed out from the collar of the robe, and immediately disappeared like smoke, and eight empty dust-proof robes gently slumped on the floor.

"What... is it a witchcraft puppet? No, it doesn't look like..."

Peggedo stared down at these unowned clothes, staring at this impossible scene.

There was an object in each robe just now. Even the most sophisticated means of transmission cannot remove objects the size of several people from the clothes, unless they are something that does not exist...

Peggedo realized that he was breathing heavily, so he tried to suppress the panic.

A peculiar and rare fear rose up deep in his mind. This fear has haunted his heart since he was growing up in the parish, and it originated from the nightmares about the inexplicable monster scratching the door.

Ren leaned against the escalator that had just been used to restrain him, and he sobbed.

"Get up, Ren, you have a lot to explain to me."

Peggedo walked over, but noticed drops of water on his face, but it was too cold to be a teardrop.

He looked up and found that it was snowing in the library.

"This one……"

Only then did he realize that he was no longer in the library.

This is an unfamiliar space, in a dark and icy cave, above the cave is a skylight, on which there are wisps of snowflakes.

What is this place?

Pegged was completely confused, he would be silently teleported to a completely unfamiliar realm, which is simply unimaginable, or a mockery of the witchcraft skills he has painstakingly honed.

Suddenly, a turbid light flashed around the cave, and a bell-like rapid and harmonic sound rang.

In the blink of an eye, one by one, figures in lead-gray close-fitting armor appeared on the edge of the cave in a trembling beam, with weapons in their hands.

Their transmission leaves a dry smell in the air.

The light then distorted again, the chief occultist appeared out of thin air, and Ren stood beside him.

"Pegdor."

The chief esotericist with a glass hood stepped forward.

"We finally met."

"We have seen it."

Peguedor held the sword nervously, he found that Ren's expression was very natural, and he didn't remember how this person left the edge of his perspective.

Everything today is too weird.

"No, we are meeting for the first time."

"but--"

Suddenly, Peguedor was stunned. He realized that he had never seen the face under the glass hood, and naturally he couldn't guarantee that he saw the same person.

"you guys……"

He took a step back, his muscles tensed, and he was ready to fight at any time-he didn't intend to catch it all.

"What's the purpose?"

"Humanity is a young race. Although in the eyes of those ancient races it is a savage and naive upstart, in the name of the stars, mankind is so energetic and extremely successful... You have expanded at an unprecedented rate in the past. To conquer the entire galaxy, when the long night falls, it is as tough as weeds and can survive in the harshest environment. I have to admit that human beings are already an important role on the stage of the galaxy and can no longer be ignored or ruled out. Of course, we also foresaw what was about to happen."

Peggedo frowned. This hollow sound made him very uncomfortable. It was not the content, but the sound itself. The tone was so strange that he felt that no human vocal cords should be able to make this. A sound similar to the vibration of wings.

"You mean ‘human’? So what are you?"

The chief occultist did not act at first.

After that, he raised his hand, unsealed the helmet, and took it off.

As a result, this action injected a chill into Peggedo's soul.

"Oh, damn—"

As the chief occultist took off his helmet, each body appeared around the thing-inhuman figures.

Pegged swallowed and watched the inhuman beings gradually solidifying in front of him-terrible forms, mocking good luck, and many of the most disturbing aliens gathered together.

Some of them are swollen and have many limbs, while others breathe with fanning colloidal pseudofoot.

Some resemble plant stems, creeping foxes or insects with asymmetric shapes.

Some have horns, some have no bones, and some live in weird microenvironmental devices.

A shiny giant mollusk stretched out of its huge shell, and two birds with swollen legs leaped, scanning around with bright and curious eyes. A certain mechanized form stands on the four rod-shaped limbs, and one existence seems to be just a dim light.

However, among these aliens, the most terrifying thing is the chief esotericist who has taken off the glass hood and tore off the robe, dressed in pearl armor, standing proudly in the forefront, almost indistinguishable from human beings. ——His elegant Danfeng eyes and long slender ears are like the elves in Peggedo's childhood books.

"Mon-keigh."

The former chief secretarial officer exhaled a syllable to Peggedo that he could not understand at all.

"Oh, sorry, I forgot that you still can't understand our language."

Soon, he switched to that twisted human language.

"You—what monster are you?"

"Monster? If you look at your inferior aesthetics, maybe it is."

There was a smile on that indifferent face, but it only existed for a few seconds.

"But the history of any race here is much longer than yours. When your ancestors beat each other with bones on that remote mud star, we had already established a connection between the stars."

"Then what should I call you? God?"

"No, that's an unknown title, God has fallen too much."

It lifted its slender index finger and shook it gently.

"You can call us...According to your language understanding, Esoteric Buddhism."