Orc Tyrant

The meditation room is dark and silent. The only light is the smoldering incense in the brazier and the blue light flashing in the beating pale skull eye sockets. Through this ritual, he can feel the distant heartbeat gently throbbing in the vast ocean. .

Mogdrogen could feel the ferocious mental emotions of the twin gods surrounding him, sending the roar into the room through the opening and closing of the jaws of the surrounding skulls.

Farther away, hundreds of millions of souls made the sound of nothingness through the cover of the vast ocean.

Some are sad, some are angry, and some seek comfort.

However, all souls have a deep sense of grief.

This is a burden that cannot end with death, and it is also a heavy burden on the shoulders of all galactic creatures, whether on this or the other end of the endless loop.

Mogdrogen knew it a long time ago.

The truth about the void and the galaxy.

It's just that as we grow older, it becomes more and more difficult to express this knowledge and truth.

Ouke seems to be immortal in principle, but nothing is truly eternal. The long years have caused indelible damage to his spirit and soul, so that he must use the clone puppet to disperse his spiritual power.

During this period of time, his dreams became more frequent. He often dreamed of the wars of that age-old age, the cruel wars, the fanatic wars, and those who have passed away.

But he can't remember their names or titles, he just feels a voice urging him to return to that battlefield, the battlefield that has been swept to the end by the torrent of time.

He seems to be becoming more and more incompatible with this new era.

Only he knows this, and the past tens of thousands of years have made him more and more melancholy.

The more he got to this time, the more he understood that he should "pass on" some things. Although Ouke rarely said this, Mogdrogen did not think that letting some secrets disappear is more valuable than their existence. Some things are priceless as long as they "exist".

However, this is a plan for the future, and this is not what he has to do today.

He needs to make a prediction today.

The abilities of neuroboys are all-encompassing, and there are also those with predictive abilities. However, because neuroboys are often very poor in logical thinking and expression skills, such abilities are almost useless. They cannot express what they see. The sight of things.

Mogdrogen is the exception. He was already the navigator of the dynasty fleet in the era of the Battle of Heaven. They have long needed to fight against some kind of enemy that can stagger time and space, so the ability to predict is essential.

Usually this kind of work is dried bean sprouts, but as the war progressed and the ancient sages fell and fell, the two sides who were once allies became increasingly hostile, and the ancient Ouke leaders began to dig out their own prophets.

Mogdrogen is one of them.

However, his skills were not very specialized, because his talent was not good at that time.

However, after tens of thousands of years of hard work, he has been able to find some real evidence in the gaps of the torrent of time. Many of Guk's choices are also based on the "proofs" he found.

The previous predictions were often requested by Guk, but this time it was made by Mogdrogen.

"what's going on?"

Guk sat opposite him, imitating Mogdrogen's posture-legs crossed and back straight.

The pale skull was floating at a height of one meter from the floor, spinning slowly.

Mogdrogen watched Guk, and when his eyes moved quickly from one skull to the next, his arrogant character was unobstructed.

The gaze of the Green Prophet went unnoticed—Guk seemed to be lost in the vision emanating from his skull, surrounded by the blood and fury of war.

He was engrossed, completely unaware of the things around him, ignoring Mogdrogen's doubts.

The young conqueror rose fast and far.

In Mogdrogen's impression, many warriors in the dynasty were like him-arrogant, reckless, or fanatical.

Among the various memory fragments, Mogdrogen never knew that an Ouke could hold such a strong belief in his own abilities.

He knew that all of this was related to prophecy.

It haunts every creature, telling thousands of such things-legends, legends, fables, myths.

Mogdrogen himself had foreseen the illusion of prophecy.

A large metal mountain is shrouded in dust, and the hollow mountain peak is filled with corpses continuously descending from the gray sky.

A golden rain of fire fell from the hazy clouds, and their once proud banner was burning.

"Ahem... weird."

As the skull suddenly fell to the ground, Guk pulled himself out of Mogdrogen's ritual and concentrated his consciousness in the meditation room again.

Mogdrogen was watching him.

The young conqueror was still a bit at a loss. Obviously he didn't believe what he saw. Perhaps what he witnessed and what Mogdrogen witnessed were two scenes, but the meanings expressed in them must be the same.

Sometimes Mogdrogen is also thinking about what would Guk become if he didn't have himself?

A lunatic? A butcher? Or he will find a mature, self-controlled way.

"Guide these possibilities from potential fantasies and choose the right ones. Even the most experienced navigator will never really understand the application."

As the former boss of Mogdrogen likes to say, existence itself is an imprecise joke.

"I still don't understand, Lao Mo, what do you want to tell me? Just say it directly."

Guk looked at him over the sultry brazier, and the dim red light clearly showed his young and proud characteristics.

"Your real enemy is not here."

"Of course I understand that it does not take long to end the war here. You know my plan. Only after ending the innocent idiots, there will be hardly anything in this world that can stop us. Soon we will be able to go. To the Milky Way you said."

The young conqueror seemed indifferent, waiting for Mogdrogen's reply.

"God—"

After Mogdrogen was silent for a few seconds, he calmly said something that shocked Guk.

"It's not just the eternal enemy that caused the slow extinction of our race, it's something more primitive and destructive, Guke, what do you think it is."

"Maybe……"

Guke said cautiously.

"I’ve heard that those shrimps worship something. After a long time and a long time of worship, that thing will become a **** and make a fool... Maybe that’s it. They used to be very good at beating. Many kids underneath, and then won countless victories, never failed, little

The children worship them and believe in them for a long time. "

Guk thought for a while, and seemed to feel that his statement was flawed.

Because of Oak’s social structure and character, it is difficult for them to believe in something religiously, and they cannot record their beliefs.

The worship of Mao Mao seems to exist naturally in their blood, but can faith be inherited?

Mogdrogen finished listening and shook his head.

"Should it be revered?"

Mogdrogen looked at Gu Ke with a questioning look.

"I questioned it before, but... they came to me, and I have a headache about this."

"Gu Ke, no one can perceive you here. You must remember what I said next."

Mogdrogen took off his mask, his red eyes gradually turned into pitch black, his voice disappeared, and it became an echo in Guk's mind.

"A long time ago, they were the same as you."

Guke's body stiffened.

"Our creators encountered enemies they could not fight in the void. They needed something to protect them in the void. They injected a certain ability into the chain of life of the dynasty overlords. When the shackles were unlocked, Overlords can be transformed into a kind of energy

The state of the body, in this state, the overlord can absorb the waaagh energy generated by the boys from a long distance, and can directly pass through the void with the body to protect the creators. "

"Is this **** Mao? They were once the overlords of a certain dynasty?"

"Not only that, they are also the first batch of hegemons created by the creators. I guess the creators intend to let them lead all Ouke, so they planted a obedience factor in the chain of life of the hegemons created later."

"But according to you, the creators are still destroyed."

"Yes, those two overlords abandoned their masters, and they don't want a third one..."

"Then you mean—"

Guk touched his chin and asked carefully.

"I have a chance to be the third."

"There is a chance, but I don't know the way to unlock the shackles. I just probably know that the last generation of overlords established a secret base somewhere, which may be related to this.

"Where is that place?"

"I don't remember, it should be far, far away... There is a lot of water, the weather is good, and there is only one sun."

"Um... I will find that place, no matter how far away."

"Before this, you must be careful. They are all watching you. You may be the last dynasty overlord in the galaxy. The war here is just the first hurdle you will encounter."

"Don't worry, Mogdrogen, everything is still being planned. The next part of the plan is about to take place, and everything will accelerate."

At this time, there were soft footsteps outside the meditation room, and Mogdrogen nodded to Guk, and then the incense in the brazier went out and the flames burned again.

"What's the matter?"

"Boss."

Kundera's click sounded outside the door.

"Mangul is back."

"Okay, bring him to see me right away."

Guk stood up and nodded at Mogdrogen.

"I will remember what I said today. When things are settled here, you will drive the Green Prophet and take us to the galaxy for a good fight. Sooner or later, I will hurt those two arrogant things. Beat it up!"

Mogdrogen grinned, did not speak, but put on the mask again.