Orc Tyrant

"You will be defeated! Those wild green beasts will surely get rid of you and stop your conspiracy and tricks, because you are so weak that you will not get even a moment of liberation even if you are in death."

In the secret room full of evil curses, a figure swayed in the blood-red candlelight, like an out-of-control puppet performing alone.

"Ha, our voices will haunt your tombs, and ours will feast on your souls."

"I have a chance to win, because I know where Wendigo's heart is, and I have mastered the final elements of the ceremony...Laugh at me as you like, and in a while, I will get rid of your chatter."

"Your arrogance will destroy you, brother, you can't even stop the arrival of those odious bastards, they will come anytime and wipe you out of the real world."

"Masked Prince? Sharak? He came too late. We have killed half of them and they have not mastered the way to defeat Ok. Also, don't call me brother, this name no longer exists. since……"

"Hannibal, is it by this name? It is a sign of your rebirth. Don't forget it."

"No, that's not rebirth, it's a curse. Your mocking sounds will continue to linger when I am awake, and your faces will linger when I close my eyes."

"I did not curse you, but I hope to lead you on the right path, a broad road... Killing is easy for you. You proved this thousands of years ago. Everything I did was for Give you a chance to dedicate those killings to a higher will."

"You are so stupid, Bernina, killing, killing constantly, and exterminating the whole world. Is this the only way to get you a short respite from eternal torture? So many worlds are bathed in blood, so many Flames ignited in the kingdom, just for the tyrant

Even if there is only a moment of relief from his gaze? I really feel sad for you. "

The candlelight dimmed, and the swaying figure seemed to begin to stretch, like a cloth belt that was twisting.

"I have seen, no, felt that you completely immerse yourself in the massacre and enjoy it, Hannibal, I just brought you to the turning point faster."

"Bernena, shut your stinky mouth! It was your deception that made me almost a doll of slaughter."

"I didn't force you to kill, I just gave you a reason to kill."

"It's no different! Without killing, those constant whispers will drive me crazy."

"Do you think you are still sober, Hannibal?"

"Ha, shouldn't you know me well? Brother, we used to share the same body for decades as Siamese babies."

"So I try to make you easier."

"What an easy way? Do these gifts make your killing methods more efficient, or do you get a brief glimpse in front of that absolute power?"

The candlelight became vigorous again, and the figure was fixed as a human silhouette again.

"Both, but as you know, we have gained more than that during the journey. It gives us a chance to escape and get rid of the sad conjoined state forever.

"Your deal is not worth it. How many times have I told you? Why did the blood **** set us free after you hunted so many heads for his throne?"

"You're bluffing again, brother, this is just another trick you set up to prevent me from defeating you and putting your soul into eternal torture—and your green partners."

"No, my poor brother, this is true. You know it well, you know that once the ritual starts, it will open a crack to the realm of the gods and allow an extremely powerful demon to pass through the crack. In the real world... you know this, but you still insist on doing this, why? Because you never really believed that you will get its favor, right? All this is you find a blood **** to turn you into The reason for the lowest demon? Because opening the crack and letting the blood god's servants pass through it can arouse your greater enthusiasm for the blood god? Why don't you deny it?"

"You have a lot to say today, my brother, speak straight."

"Because you are... my lord's wise choice."

"Hahaha! Wendigo? You mean Wendigo?"

The laughter made the candlelight sway for a while, and the figure on the wall seemed to split in two.

"Now the maggots are feasting on his body, and his soul will be taken to face the eternal torment... You will be the next one, Hannibal, my people will come and kill you, and then your soul will return. I am, like that poor fool... We will finally become one again and reach the ultimate sublimation."

"Then become a pile of feces in the belly of the Blood God Hound? If this is your so-called ambition, then I have to withdraw my pity, you are even stupid not worthy of pity, and use your little time to mock me... …Once Oak breaks through your lair, I will get rid of your constant chatter, and I will exile your soul just like I killed your material existence before!"

"Are you still thinking that? You may have deceived those green beasts and let them bring you some small victories, but are you even deceived by yourself? You are just using this to postpone your destruction and improve. Your so-called master gave you the power and favor! Don’t you think that other Wendigo believers also realize this? Don’t you think we will tell them every minute and every second of yours? Maybe They are still following you loyally so far, but do you really think they can let you go when everything becomes clear to the world?"

"So you also have doubts in your mind?"

"Doubt? We don't understand."

"Since I set out to start the war, this is the first time you have admitted that Oak will bring victory. I know what will happen here."

"Please specify."

"You know that I will succeed and I am afraid of this. It makes you more scared than when the entire Kaimon jihadist army invaded your towns and villages and killed you all... than when it burned in your hometown, those who were in the massacre. The surviving people were even more afraid when they were choked by the smoke that permeated your world that has become a crematorium. You are scared, so you tried to plant the seeds of suspicion in the hearts of me and my subordinates, but your lie I will never take root, because I can feel your fears."

"Oh, Hannibal, how did a naive fellow like you become the leader of that sad church?"

"Aren't you the same?"

"That's not a fear, you fool! Our blood is sprinkled for it, our heads belong to it, and we gladly dedicate these two things... You may have prevented us from spending centuries in preparing for the ceremony in the first place. , But killing us allows us to serve the blood **** in another way. We were given a chance to corrupt an entire world. We opened our arms to welcome this opportunity."

"Continue with your nonsense, I have heard it many times."

"What you feel is not fear, but gratitude. Every cry of death praises its name, and every painful scream is a pious prayer!"

"You can do it for a while, because once Ouke comes to you, you will know what fear is."

"You too, brother, you too..."

With a puff, the candle flame suddenly went out, and everything returned to silence.