Orc Tyrant

Nutans paid no attention to Yuhijin’s nervousness. He stretched out his hand and pressed a purple button on an instrument, and then took two steps back, waiting for the whole piece of stained glass to rise in front, revealing a gleaming passage and direction behind. Down the spiral staircase.

Then he walked in along the passage and motioned for Yushikin to follow.

The Imperial Marshal hesitated for a moment, but still took a step.

This area has no decorations and is incompatible with other places. When Yushkin walked down the steps, he saw something underneath that was emitting a cold blue light.

When they finally reached the bottom of the stairs, Nutans suddenly turned around and spoke to him.

"Here, Marshal, is the answer you want."

Yushijin looked around, and the blue light came out from a dozen transparent tubes on the wall as high as the ceiling.

There are some indistinguishable figures floating in each cabin-some are rough human figures, some are like organs or limbs collected together, some just seem to be twitching muscle tissue

The rest of the room is a shining laboratory bench, filled with various instruments, some of which have functions that he can't even imagine.

He walked between the cabins, and saw in disgust that there were some flesh and blood that were horribly swollen and almost opened the glass.

"What is this!?"

The horrible scene made Yuhijin almost unable to speak, and he exhausted all his strength to issue horrified questions.

"I'm afraid I can't provide a proper explanation, and it will be difficult for you to understand."

Nutans didn't answer, and turned back towards the arcade leading to another room.

Yushkin followed him, watching more closely as he passed by the cabins. One of them contained a body the size of a green skin, but it was not a corpse, it was more like something in a nightmare. The face is sunken and not shaped, and the towering back is covered with hoses and sockets.

There is only one head in the other cabin, but it has insect-like multi-faceted giant eyes.

"what!"

When he was about to take a closer look, those eyes suddenly moved like resurrected worm eggs, and he suddenly let out a scream of disgust and horror.

Those eyes were not transplanted, because he didn't see any scars, and the shape of the skull changed to more closely match those giant eyes-the eyes were on them.

He walked in front of the last tube cabin and saw a group of brain tissues connected by flesh and blood cables floating in the transparent liquid, and each tissue was attached with a tumor-like mass.

At this moment, Yushkin felt a deep chill coming from the next room, with a row of low-temperature metal cabinets on its wall.

He briefly considered what would be contained in it. His imagination instantly created various mutations, distortions and deformities, so he decided to let himself not know these.

In the center of the room is a separate operating table, big enough to hold a cow on it, and a surgical instrument hangs from the ceiling.

The neat muscle fibers were cut into pieces and placed on the table. A skinny and robed man was leaning over to observe them. The probe and needles were hissing and buried in a piece of scorched muscle.

"Agamemnon."

Nutans walked towards the man and said hello.

"This is our empire marshal, he wants to understand our work."

The man called Agamemnon raised his head in surprise. His slender face was surrounded by dense tattoos. Only his small, black eyes seemed out of place, embedded in his eye sockets like black pearls.

He was wearing a medical robe that mopped the floor, and trails of scarlet blood flowed along the snow-white robe.

"Really?"

Agamemnon put down his work.

"I don't know yet that the famous imperial hero Yushikin is also interested in the work in these shadows. Does he need to make some changes to his body? I am not very good at male reproduction, but I can do it."

"He is not, at least not yet."

"Then why is he here?"

"This is my own opinion."

"Ah, I understand."

Agamemnon nodded, without any objections.

"What is happening here?"

After stabilizing his mind for a while, Yushikin suddenly asked sharply.

"What is this place! What crime are you committing against humanity!"

Facing the angry imperial marshal, Agamemnon raised an eyebrow, appearing carelessly.

"Ah, that means you have seen the abilities of the Shadow Blades, haven't you?"

Yushkin certainly remembers those weird fighters. Their performance on the battlefield left a deep and uneasy impression on him. Those people... can no longer be called human beings. When he saw those modified bodies, he was the first For a moment, I thought of the Shadow Blades.

When Diego fell, he had promised that he would give up making these alien species, and Yushkin was also convinced.

But now, he suspects that this is just a lie.

"I know you are a shadow warlock, are these witchcraft?"

"No, no, no!"

Agamemnon smiled and shook his right index finger.

"No, these are only the result of intensive organ implantation surgery and minor changes to the brain. Their abilities are metabolic and chemical aspects, not witchcraft."

"Sure enough, you are making the Shadow Blade?"

Yushkin asked softly in shock:

"He has given orders... once he knows what you are doing here..."

"Don't be so naive, Marshal, who do you think ordered us to act?"

"No, he won't—"

"That's why I have to show you directly, Yushkin."

Nutans took the stubbornly.

"Do you remember what happened before the fall of Tyre"

"of course."

Yushkin clenched his fists, of course he remembered what happened that day.

Those monsters and wizards caused more serious casualties than Ok, and from that time on, he became abnormally hated of dark power.

"What you know is just a little fur. Wendig is only the weakest of the dark gods. Even so, its lackeys have caused us serious casualties... He wants us to do more, especially Hijin, you have always been under protection and never realized that we have been surrounded by darkness. We are no longer weak cultists or evil gods, but a truly powerful source of darkness."

Yushkin suddenly remembered the hallucinations he had seen before, those monsters...

"We have been fighting those forces, but we will soon encounter a certain limit. At that time, no matter how strong mortals are, they will not have enough mind to fight against that evil. You must have already experienced this... in order to protect the empire , We must change, we must do whatever it takes."

Yushikin stepped back from the console.

"In order to survive, we can give up a lot, but if we abandon even humanity, how different we are from those green skins is an abomination."

"Hate?"

Suddenly, there was anger in Nutans' eyes.

"You are courageous and disciplined, and your soldiers respect you, but you have no vision! You cannot see where the turbulent tide will take us. You must realize that this war is by no means limited to greenskins, we seem to be staying Behind the safe high wall, I actually squatted in a dark cave, and even more terrifying beasts lurked in the dark! You don’t understand how many sacrifices we have made. Since last year, there have been hundreds of them every month. Many people can’t even find a place to be buried!”

Nutans approached step by step, and Yuhijin stepped back.

"You don't understand that being alive is above all moral constraints."

Such a bold slogan made Yuhijin speechless in shock, and the cruelty and darkness he had never heard from the most desperate population.

"You see what the Shadow Prince wants you to see, so you have to understand what this opportunity means."

Yuhijin took a step back and looked up at Nutans alertly.

"What does it mean?"

"Since you already know what we are fighting against, perhaps you should be prepared. The contaminated people are everywhere in the empire, even by your side. You are just a mortal, and we cannot protect you forever."

"This is not without risk."

Agamemnon stopped the operation again, raised his head and said:

"But I can create very beautiful works on your body, I can make you sharp, and I can make you surpass yourself."

"This operation is called'Shadow Nightmare'. It is an improved product of Shadow Blade. It can make you more sensitive to the power of witchcraft and better avoid the dangers around you."

Nutans picked up a soft tissue with a lymphoid body on the table.

"Remember my words, this war is definitely not limited to Oak, and the enemy is not just outside the wall. You and I are already in danger. Only when you are about to die do you know that you have had a chance to save yourself. ."

Yushijin looked up at the two in front of him. They were both loyal followers of Diego.

Suddenly, he understood Diego's intention. The man foresaw a certain danger and hoped to warn himself and let him undergo this terrible operation.

"Do not."

He backed away while talking.

"This is... wrong, don't you feel it?"

"Ok."

Nutans and Agamemnon looked at each other, then shrugged.

"You made your choice, and I am not surprised... Just so, you must leave now, but I order you not to mention anything you saw here today and return to your soldiers, West Front The battle for barriers will be tough."

"I understand that although I don't agree, I still pay tribute to your sacrifices. You have paid far more than people thought."

Yuhijin gave a military salute and almost escaped the laboratory, feeling the specimens suspended in the cabins staring at him when he left.

When he returned to the light in the courtyard, he couldn't help feeling that he had just participated in a trial.

But whether he passed or not is another matter entirely.

"Just let him go?"

Agamemnon lowered his head and continued to work on his hands, while Nutans stood on the side with his arms folded, watching the specimens quietly.

"Well, the prince is right. Only such a person can lead everyone down."

"He has a sense of justice, but he is also very stubborn."

"More importantly, he still has a bottom line. In this chaotic era, nothing is more precious than the bottom line."

"What to do with those things, the decaying Brotherhood, the Night Witch, the Nine Spirit Society, these **** things, don't you say that at least half of the ministers are in the water? If they do, how long can you protect him."

"Except for the Declining Brotherhood, the others are all pediatrics... As long as I survive, he will be fine."

Working hard, Agamemnon smiled and shook his head, then raised his hands full of body fluids and blood, and said to Nutans:

"Okay, you can lie down quickly. It's still the last step. I have to give you stabilizer first."