Orc Tyrant

"It's beautiful, isn't it?"

Standing on the tall corpse mound, Sila rubbed a blood-like jewel in the palm of his right hand, and the breeze with the smell of corpse kept blowing past him, bringing up his broken cloak.

On his right hand, is a half-human, half-snake monster. It is dressed in deep purple armor and has four elegant arms. Under the purple gold helmet like a peacock, it is a deformed triangle with terrible mouthparts. face.

It is Silas, who has been completely replaced, or the Masked Dancer.

"Of course it's beautiful, but I always think there is another meaning when it comes from beings like you."

The masked dancer looked at the corpse mountain that stretched for dozens of miles, and couldn't help laughing weirdly.

"Speaking of which, it was given a good lesson by Guk. I heard that it was half-dead, and it was finally put together by those disgusting Nurgles."

"It's too persistent. Since it doesn't want to listen to my advice, then the consequences can only be borne by itself."

"Hehehe, who made you lie to it so many times, I am... I am afraid I won't believe you half a word anymore."

Sila shrugged her eyebrows, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

"I have always treated things with sincerity and never cheated."

"Really? But the Seed of Destruction was miserable by you. I heard that he was hung on the tower by his master after returning, and has been lashing until now."

"Holy Lord is on, this has nothing to do with me, I fulfilled my promise, it is its own strength."

Suddenly, a gust of wind swept in, dispelling the fog that was covering the earth, revealing a more savage side.

On the vast ground, there are huge pits with a diameter of more than 300 meters, some of which are more than 100 meters deep, which look like a cone with a big mouth and a small bottom from the air.

At the same time as the wind was blowing, a dark green mushroom cloud was slowly rising on the distant horizon.

"This is their last stronghold, right."

Sila looked at the mushroom cloud, remembering it back to five years ago--

After the Dunwich War ended, Oak became the final winner. The New California Republic and the Citizen Temple were defeated, all forces withdrew from Dunwich, and the blood worship, which had lost its leadership, almost fell apart and left the remaining followers. We can only fight separately.

More importantly, that war robbed everyone of their courage. If even the gods could not defeat Ok, then what can mortals do?

After occupying the Dunwich area for half a month, Guk, who had been silent for a long time, issued the order of a full-scale offensive. At the same time, he also announced that he would carry out a thorough "cleansing" of the world, and the tool was the destructive power. The'dead hand' bomb.

In the first time this weapon appeared, the Citizen Temple analyzed that the Ouke’s destruction weapon has a similar principle to a certain super weapon in the ancient era of mankind, and because this weapon is too powerful, it only has a long night before. Human military power can only be mastered.

In other words, human beings have almost no countermeasures.

Under Guk’s mandatory requirements, the craftsmen’s manufacturing capabilities were pushed to the extreme. Hundreds of "dead hands" were transported out of various large factories, and then launched directly at the main cities or gathering places of mankind.

The New California Republic was the first human country to collapse, and then the eastern defense line of the Benedict Empire also collapsed under the indiscriminate bombardment of the ‘Dead Hand’.

The lethality of the "dead hand" is not only the huge energy in the explosion, it will also leave behind extremely harmful substances and radiation after the explosion, and these harmful substances and radiation will also be scattered in the sky along with the dust raised by the explosion. Spread all over the world.

In just one year, the climate of this vibrant planet was completely changed.

Clear rivers have turned into filthy smelly ditches, forests and grasslands have become lifeless deserts, swamps and tidal flats have solidified into cracked sand, and the agriculture on which humans depend has been devastated.

And all this has no effect on Ouke, they can move freely under strong radiation, and don't care about the destruction of natural ecology at all.

This is a resistance that is doomed to fail.

The heroic marshal of the Benedict Empire, Yushikin, after confirming that there was no hope, sent his queen and a large number of refugees to the ferry to the sanctuary of the citizen’s sanctuary, and led the army and civilians to the capital of the Benedict Empire. resistance.

When Ouke's troops broke through the defense line and entered the Imperial Palace, standing among the statues of the imperial kings, he ordered the detonation of dozens of tons of explosives that had been buried under the palace, and destroyed tens of thousands of Ouke.

With the assistance of the Kaimon Church, the remaining forces of the New California Republic crossed the sea to the last place of salvation, the underground fortress of the Citizens Temple.

There is the only place that will not be hurt by the ‘dead hand’. This underground bunker from the golden age of mankind is strong enough to resist bombing from space.

But under the apocalypse, the threat does not only come from Ok. The Declining Brotherhood has been using this huge dead population to expand its power. They have even occupied four-fifths of the Old World, and only the Citizen Temple remains. Part of the territory and the trust council’s small

Block area.

However, fortunately, after Ouke completely occupied the New World, he seemed to realize that the Declining Brotherhood was a more worthy opponent, so he focused his main energy on this group of cultists who manipulated the plague and death.

This is a three-year period.

During this period, the maritime power of Oak and the maritime power of the Citizen Temple also broke out many fierce battles. In the end, the former finally overwhelmed the latter with its infinite survivability and completely controlled the ocean.

After controlling the sea, Ouk’s power was divided into two. One part crossed the sea to attack the area controlled by the Citizen’s Temple, and the other part, with the assistance of the Trust Council, attacked the declining Brotherhood by land.

In this war, the "dead hand" has also become the protagonist as it should be. The large groups of zombies on which the Declining Brotherhood fights were wiped out in a devastating explosion, and their plague has no effect on Ouke, although it has also been in the meantime. Opened the chaos rift, but was immediately pressed by Gu Ke

go back.

This trip to Sila is to watch the last scene of the battle between corpses and beasts.

He is now the most wanted criminal in the Occult Empire, and Guk seems to hate him deeply. In the past few years, he has been hiding his whereabouts very well and rarely shows up.

But at this time, he was on the outskirts of Cusconar, which was also the last stronghold of the Trust Council.

The territorial layer of the declining brotherhood has long been destroyed, and the end of this war will naturally fall on the former ally of Oak, the Council of Trust.

Guk no longer believed in any alien race. After confirming that the declining Brotherhood could not be revived, he immediately ordered the Legion of the Old World to launch an attack on the last stronghold of the Trust Council.

And these guys who tried to take refuge in Oukego finally realized that they are just a tool that can be discarded at any time. In the face of the siege of Ouke's army, there is only one way they can do--

run!

The farther you run, the better. Even in space, it’s crises, and it’s better than staying on the ground and being torn apart.

Rumbling--

The earth trembled for a while, and the carrion corpses on the corpse mountain rolled down one after another. I saw a blue light rising from the horizon, and then a giant building like a blooming flower began to slowly rise up into the sky, and there were continuous rockets dragging white smoke. He ran into it, but was blocked by an invisible barrier.

Even at such a distance, the unique howling of the Oukes is still clearly audible. The long war has not weakened them, but has made them stronger.

Not only is the number impossible to count, but their equipment is becoming more and more exaggerated, and can even be called luxurious. There is nothing on this planet that can directly face their devastating firepower.

"They are leaving."

Sila looked at the space station of the Trust Council and muttered to herself:

"The plan is still the last step..."

"Speaking of that plan."

The masked dancer suddenly glanced at the gem in Sila's hand.

"Those rude lunatics are also an essential part. How did your master convince him in the end... It is said to be very angry."

"Of course it's because of this."

Sila smiled slightly and shook the gem in his hand. There seemed to be a heart beating slightly inside.

"My lord found a new toy for it, and it just barely cares about it."

"Ha, Wendigo... it's unlucky enough, how did you get this? I remember it seemed to have been taken away by Oak before."

"Someone used it for me in exchange for... freedom."

After listening to this reason, the masked dancer let out a cold laugh. He probably guessed who Sila was talking about. That person was also considered a mess in Ocre.

But the masked dancer can guarantee that that person will never end well.

"Are these all your calculations."

"Not all, after all, fate is impermanent, and my lord is impermanent..."

"If you don't listen to your nonsense, I'm leaving, and my lord has given me a task."

Sila turned sideways and glanced at a rapier on the opponent's waist.

"it?"

"Since you know I won't say more, the future—"

With that, the masked dancer cut through the void with his arm, and then got in.

"We will meet again, Carlos."

"future--"

When the masked dancer disappeared, Thira looked at the space station that had risen to an altitude of several thousand meters, and then stretched his right hand forward. A strange long staff immediately appeared in his grasp, and a line was drawn directly in front of him. Rift.

"All in my main chessboard."

When Thira disappeared in place, the creator of the Ethereal Nanoworm, the ghost of an ancient long night shrouded in this planet, also appeared on the space station at the same time, and went straight to the space station with the panicked members of the trust council. The unpredictable emptiness.

He will take a huge fortune and go to a planet called Prospero.

And shortly after the Declining Brotherhood and the Council of Trust were kicked out, the last stronghold of mankind, the underground fortress of the Citizen Temple, also ushered in the ultimate moment...