Orc Tyrant

Senior Inquisitor Stephen Blackhart opened his eyes and started hunting.

Intelligence fragments surrounded him, and the images and summary data extended into the distance in the holographic field of view of the tactical eyepiece. Oak once again attacked the power station south of Dunwich. The Titan Ghost Spider repelled the raid. One division was hit hard. Agent Oak also destroyed an airport.

Not ideal, but better than the original consequences.

He observed through the sentinel flying insects scattered outside, and his field of vision became numerous planes.

Sixteen hours ago, when he began to think they might have found themselves, he released these tiny creatures into Dunwich's sewer system.

These small metal insects stay in various key locations throughout the city. They monitor and recognize every face they see and listen to every voice without any slack.

Dunwich’s sewer system is so huge that it is incredible.

Its original purpose was only to treat urban domestic sewage, but now, these sewers and wells contain a lot of evil power.

The trial court is already wondering whether it was deliberately planned in this way when the city was built. Did you deliberately leave space for evil to grow?

Stephen Blackhart is one of the high-ranking judges who maintained a positive attitude towards this. According to his observations for many days, there are some sneaky people moving in these tunnels. They seem to have a large number of secret entrances into and out of the city, and they often appear in the war zone.

Sometimes they were moving corpses, and sometimes they were fighting Ouke.

In a sense, Dunwich has become a cage. As long as anyone is in this cage, he must fight against the beasts lingering outside the cage.

What Stephen is monitoring now is the largest possible lair of the blood worship, which is located in the deepest part of the underground tunnel network.

He has been here since the first batch of reinforcements arrived in Dunwich.

Other judges like to call him "Lord of Insects", and he prefers the nickname "Compound Eye". Through the eyes of the mechanical insect swarm, he can weave a net to hunt his target, and these mechanical insects are from the relics preserved in the ancient long night of the Citizen Temple, and manipulate these insects

A large number of electronic components need to be implanted in the brain. Due to the loss of technology, this operation becomes very dangerous.

Stephen Blackhart is the only lucky one among a thousand candidates.

His goal is a group of cultists who have infiltrated urban areas that have not yet been affected by the war. These people specialize in subversion, corruption, and sabotage.

They are not given goals, but are identified and selected by him.

This concept still makes her feel uncomfortable.

In fact, there is no subordinate relationship in the court hall of Kaimon Church. Every judge is directly responsible to the church, but sometimes the pope will be appointed as a high-ranking judge who has the right to mobilize the internal resources of the court.

This situation is not common.

A high-ranking judge is responsible for the identification and execution of the target at the same time. Once the end of a certain target is completed, he will choose the next one. Repeatedly, from the end to the end, it has been expanded until his high-level permission The right status is revoked.

The death caused by a high-ranking judge is usually like the reward brought by an angel who practices divine will. It is both the eye of observation and the hand of execution.

Stephen Blackhart was entrusted to become a high-ranking judge two years ago, and he has been killed to this day.

Sometimes he felt that his current state was somewhat similar to that of Oak, who was besieging Dunwich-breeding and changing, causing endless death.

He understands why his actions are necessary in such a war, but he doesn't like it.

When the city filled his perception, Stephen Blackhart just let it stay on the edge of consciousness for a second.

There was nothing unusual here, and he didn't see any changes in the huge data stream.

He focused his attention on the headquarters in Dunwich.

It looked very crowded, and from his perspective, you could see the tension of those faces, and the curve of the face turned into a ravine of shadow in the dim light.

No one speaks.

He could even hear the rustle of clothing when someone moved their center of gravity, and the staff officers who were immersed in war messages and reports were all tired.

Stephen Blackhart can almost taste the fragile atmosphere in the room.

In five minutes, the report from the rear will arrive.

After an hour, the commanders will be able to start measuring the outcome of victory or defeat.

The result will naturally be failure.

Stephen Blackhart has understood that Oak’s offense was premeditated and not rash.

Guk may know it earlier than most of the human forces that are rumbling towards the interception position. Defending Ilyquis is already an illusion, and continuing to invest in force will only consume precious mobile forces. Once Victoria is destroyed. , Dunwich’s persistence will no longer make sense.

But the meaningless blockade was still initiated, and Stephen had no doubts about his prediction.

Someone is manipulating this war and directing the results to the worst-case scenario.

He switched between other perspectives.

Armory No. 1 was already empty, except for some machines that were too badly damaged to drive them away.

For the military of the garrison, some people were sleeping under tattered blankets.

The biggest bar in the city is still so noisy.

There is no situation, and there is no trace of his suspicion.

But that feeling still exists, just like hunting down those cultists in the past, instinct itchy at the edge of consciousness.

Somewhere in this city, there is at least one high-level blood worship elder, maybe even the fifth ring elder, and they also know that Stephen is here.

As a judge, a killer who relies on intelligence, he uses possibilities, predictions, and data networks.

Uncertainty bothered him, and lack made him even more worried. That was what looked back at him from the data—where there should have been nothing but a blank, as if someone had eliminated it from reality.

The high-ranking members of the blood worship are here, and they haven't even cast a shadow.

This is not ideal, not at all.

That means they are very close and already understand his actions.

It might even be...

"Damn it!"

Stephen took the visor off his eyes, folded and put it away, and then slid it down the duct towards a maintenance grille.

The grille moved away and he landed in the middle of the empty passage below.

It was empty at least two seconds ago.

When falling from the ceiling, he saw the three figures, all of them motionless, their gray outlines blurred, like graphite painted on paper.

At the moment of the jump, time seemed to be stretched, and various deductions revolved in his mind.

They must have been here for a while, long enough to make their hidden image disappear in the data passed by the mechanical insects, long enough to prevent him from seeing them.

That means they had premeditated, they have been tracking and predicting his actions.

Smart guy.

Steven thought, and heard the crisp sound of the bolt starting.

After a breath, he fell to the floor.