Orc Tyrant

He sits in his room-which is also his cell, but is not anxious, just strokes his black hair with his hands.

Suddenly, the door of the room opened, and a warrior in a shimmering dark blue armor walked in.

Through the door, Bruce could see the purple armor of the royal guards, their halberds and silver cloaks shining brightly under the pale lights in the dungeon.

During the time he was in custody, it was obvious that some great changes had taken place outside.

The newcomer has a bald head, his face is pale and thin, and his eyes are like black jade.

Bruce saw the arrival of his former deputy, Navarre, and nodded for a moment, then waved impatiently for him to come forward.

"My lord, the Shadow Blade has been disbanded. The Shadow Prince has left the core of power with all his power. It is now the Lord Protector and the Imperial Assembly that are managing this dying country."

Bruce smiled, then turned his gaze to the small window about three meters high from his head.

He couldn't be more clear about the ins and outs of the whole thing, after all, he was one of the few people who knew the truth.

"Then I have to wait for the frightened people to judge me, right?"

"They were really frightened and declared that we were monsters and heretics."

"So they will ask for blood debts to be paid back, no doubt... and don't care who was protecting them before."

He recalled the scene when Diego came to his room and got angry about what happened on the other side of the continent-he looked like a ignited oil tank at the time.

When the inhuman guy was saying a lot of incomprehensible words to him, Bruce suddenly fell to the ground with convulsions all over, and the endless death and dark horror scenes in the future almost destroyed his mind.

After he woke up, Diego confided the truth to him.

He revealed the nature of his power and the great cause he was about to accomplish, or put an end to the nightmare he created.

Ok and demons will sweep the world.

Mankind will be extinct in this huge wave of war

No one can escape this vortex of war...

As he said these words, Diego's pale, falcon-like face was still calm, but Bruce could see the anxiety and fear shining in his eyes.

He had hoped that he didn't know all of this, but when Diego revealed it all, he knew that he couldn't get out of it.

In fact, he can't remember what he did later. Diego's arrangement disgusted him, but he had to implement it. He killed a lot of people. During this period of power transition, he became a vicious servant. Son...

All is to prevent this country from falling into endless civil strife, and then let the mutants and greenskins feast on the decayed body of this empire.

Bruce became the last pillar of Diego's arrangement in the Benedict Empire.

Until the general selected by Diego, the so-called Protector of the Country appeared in front of him, Bruce knew that his mission was finally completed.

He accepted the arrest warrant without any resistance.

But is this the future? If the fear of punishment is not used as a tool of rule, then destruction will still be the ultimate destiny of this sad empire.

Bruce knew that only Diego had enough willpower to make this empire reborn.

But he chose another path of fate.

"So, now is the time to go our own way, Navarre."

"Is this something you have foreseen already?"

"Yes, it doesn't make sense to stay here anymore."

"I believe you are right."

Navarre nodded. Although he didn't have any weapons on his body, he was not a fighter who needed a sharp blade to kill.

"My informant told me that there is now a saying - and it is by no means a lie, that the little girl intends to form a new inner defender, and you are a candidate."

"I knew it a long time ago because they couldn't kill me, or those cowards couldn't leave the methods they were afraid of, do you understand? They are a group of brave fools who dare not even do what they have to do. But I Dare, oh yes, he dares too."

"Then what is our mission, sir? The last order of the Shadow Prince is for us to obey your orders."

"First of all, we must rectify our internal affairs and tell me, what's new in this shabby country recently?"

"Just as we feared."

Navarre said blankly.

"The idiot protector of the country failed us, and the remaining aristocratic power has regained part of the power. Corruption and lawlessness are rampant everywhere. Now the problem of famine is even more terrible than Green Skin."

"Then I don't have time to wait for those cautious idiots to decide everyone's fate. We should do our thing."

"My lord, what is your order?"

"Get ready our battleship, sir."

Bruce sighed.

"Let's go back to the battlefield."

"But you are ordered to be confined here, and the court guard is guarding outside your room."

The black knight grinned evilly.

"Leave them to me... you go back and prepare first, and gather everyone together."

After Navarre left, Bruce came to his bed and gently twisted the brass button on the head of the bed.

This place has never been a prison for him, because no one in this prison is more familiar than him, only he wants to stay here, and there is no question of whether he can be locked up.

Walking down the dark stairs, he came to a dark secret room.

When the candle was lit, all familiar things appeared before his eyes.

Bruce first put on the armor on the shelf, then took the last part of his armor from the dark closet, then turned around and walked towards the door of the forbidden room while pressing the helmet in his hand on his head. Until the bat-like faceplate butted against his neckplate in an air-tight hiss when it was sealed by the armor.

The scene in his eyes changed sharply, and his sensory abilities were greatly enhanced because he connected the shadows in this dim prison cell with his own vision.

He slowed his breathing, letting his senses extend beyond the body.

As a hunter who has lived in the shadows for so many years and punishing the weak and criminals, the darkness is like his own home to him.

For a moment, he felt a little regretful that things would have come to this stage. Perhaps he should have refused Diego's invitation at the beginning, but he immediately dispelled the idea viciously.

Doubts, regrets, and hesitations are weaknesses that the weak have and suffer deeply.

He didn't.

Bruce took a deep breath, and the dark cell came to life in his eyes.

He felt the power in the darkness. He also thought of the hunter's cold thinking and the creatures that were hunted under the envelope of the night. The instinct honed in thousands of battles has now been strengthened to an incredible level.

And now, this instinct will serve him well.

He stood on the spot, opened his arms, and a ripple of mental power spread out like a shock wave caused by an explosion centered on Bruce.

The door of the room opened, and the cold light tilted in, outlining the outline of a group of heavily armed soldiers outside the door.

Bruce leaped vertically upwards, grabbing the grid on the pillar closest to him, swaying and hiding in the deeper shadows before the light from outside the door caught him.

He crossed the column with his legs and climbed up to the heights.

The team of soldiers with halberds scattered around looking for him. He heard them calling his name, and their voices echoed in the darkness.

In the blink of an eye, his muscles moved and he dashed through the air, like a firefly that immediately plunged into darkness after a gleam of light.

The warriors on the floor can adapt to the darkness with the help of the night vision devices in their helmets, but they are not worth mentioning in front of the chief councillor of Shadowblade, the black knight Bruce.

Where there is only light and darkness in the eyes of other people, he can see all the countless changes in tones and shades that other people can't even notice.

A guard was standing directly below him, and he was scanning the entire room that appeared suddenly to find the prisoners here. He didn't know that his doom was lying in the shadow above his head.

Bruce hovered down the wall, and while spinning, stretched out his palm like an axe.

"Well!"

The sharp claws deep in the arm armor cut through the warrior's shoulder armor and slashed his head cleanly from the shoulder.

As soon as Bruce hit this fatal blow, he immediately pounced out of the darkness like a shadow.

The jailers realized that the target was in the crowd, and the beams of the searchlights on their helmets immediately began to sweep wildly around to determine the exact location of the prisoner, and shouts of warning to each other came one after another.

But soon, another soldier fell.

A hole was opened in his torso, and blood shot out from the ruptured artery like a jet of high-pressure water.

The soldiers started shooting at the invisible assailant. His halberd was actually modified from a rifle, and the fireworks from the barrel tore the darkness.

But no one moved forward, because no matter where they were shooting, Bruce would spin and jump through the air like a phantom, twisting to avoid all the missing bullets and the sharp blade that slashed at him.

"Hurry up and call for support!"

Someone walked backwards towards the light, and Bruce immediately slid towards him in the dark.

Although he was wearing armor, the black knight's movements were still incredibly quiet.

A feeling that had never been experienced before danced in his blood, and when he understood what it meant, Bruce decided to savor it.

Fear is something that has always been disgusting and soaked in sweat, but this fear is lightning imprisoned in the bone marrow.

"Remember this day."

Bruce whispered:

"The Black Knight will no longer belong to anyone. This is the last gift for you."

He heard the frantic shouts of the soldiers calling for support, and he easily jumped into the air again and kept jumping from shadow to shadow, turning the guards around.

"No one will be able to save you anymore."

Gunshots broke out, and the soldiers tried to locate him in the dark by the fireworks from the muzzle, but after a few minutes, they found that the attacker had disappeared.

Quietly, as if nothing had existed, only the corpse proved the previous **** killing.