Orc Tyrant

Keira Mansa Kane, the **** of murder, violence, destruction and war.

In the ancient mythology of the spirit tribe, he is the younger brother of the supreme **** Asu Yan, a concrete manifestation of the spirit tribe’s passion for war.

But Keira Mansa is actually not part of Kane’s name, but his name, which roughly means [blood-filled], because the blood of the ancient hero of the spirit family Ailing Naish who was killed by Kane will always be Dripping on his hand.

His runes also represent murder in the society of the spirit race, because Asu Yan wants every spirit race to remember this glorious murder forever.

From Diego's point of view, this **** is not very kind to his people.

But no matter how majestic this idol was, it has now been destroyed by supernatural decay.

The once magnificent divine body strode through the world, and now there is only one struggling and crawling body.

When he squinted his eyes and scanned the afterimages around it, Diego could almost see its glory in the past.

A body dressed in large floor armor, eyes filled with white flames, heart beating, and huge amounts of lava overturned on the incombustible black stone skeleton.

It is the majestic incarnation of Heaven's Fury and Holy Fire in the world-

Diego saw this picture in the flying dust around the shell, and the wind blowing now gathered a false halo around it—another once magnificent weak echo.

If this idol stands up successfully, it will be higher than the so-called Titans of mankind.

Even if it lay down and was destroyed, it was still a huge thing, leaving traces of it curled up in the sand.

"Heaven's Fury, Heaven's Blood, Keira Mansa Kane—"

Reciting ancient poems and watching the devastated incarnation of God, Diego almost began to pity it.

Its pitch-black skin has faded into a gray charcoal shape, black smoke is constantly leaking from its fissures in the wind, the blood of lava has stagnated like amber sludge, and the old scabs of the scars congeal when the blood is getting cold It was slowly dying while losing blood.

The eyes that once glared at the demons, now there are only empty eye sockets and a godless face.

"My name is Dachar Wei Hera."

With a gesture of great respect, he reported to the creeping **** to leave the house.

"Son of the Nightmare Clan."

The **** has black teeth and gray gums, trying hard to scream, but only the dust flows out of his mouth and flows into the sand under his chin, and the psychic resonance brought by the silent scream hits in vain. Diego's mental defense.

It crawled and tried to get closer. Two fingers shattered when they touched the ground, and thick magma flowed out of the stump, slowly turning black as it cooled.

"I know you can hear it."

Diego kept his voice calm, his scorpion spurs gleamed with energy, and electric sparks danced wildly at the spikes.

"But you can't respond anymore?"

He took another step back.

In response, the **** uttered another silent roar.

"I know you can't."

Diego's shoulders trembled.

"Except for this irresistible hatred, you have nothing left. It's sad, and what's sadder is...I'm just like you."

"The Ada."

"Aled?"

He leaned towards the voice of the devil, but he did not see him.

"As you said, I found an echo, a resentful spirit."

"It is an incarnation of Kane, and its essence was already shattered the moment the Hungry Lady woke up."

Diego shrugged.

"It makes no sense to me."

"But you disturbed the heart of this city and brought the warmth of life to the extreme cold."

The devil snorted with psychic energy.

"It is dying now. It has been on the verge of death for a long time, in this tomb made of poisonous soil."

It suddenly stopped, with joy.

"Dia brother, behind you."

He turned his gaze away from the creeping god, and turned to the slender figure walking in the flying sand.

He couldn't see the details, they were blurred silhouettes in the storm, getting closer and closer, holding a machete in his hand.

Ten, twenty, the ghosts gradually approached.

They all resonate warmly with the consciousness of the living.

"Kayla Mansa Kane—"

The wind whispered.

"Sha’eil, Sha’eil, Sha’eil."

He knows the word.

Sha’eil, hell, the realm of absolute evil.

There was a moan, and a scratching lament came from behind him.

Diego turned around again, just to see that the statue finally stood up.

It drew an old, broken knife from the red sand, and finally coughed up the first sentence from its gritted teeth and the dust-filled gasp.

"SuinDaellae!"

The withered god's roar made Dia's mind shake, and he couldn't help but back again.

However, although the sword in his hand was a weapon, it was now more like a crutch, emitting waves of unsatisfactory black smoke from the sword, but failed to burst out flames.

Diego stared at the dying **** warily.

"SuinDaellae."

He thought to the guide in the distance and asked:

"I don't know what this means, this term is too old."

"Wail of the doomsday--the name of the sharp blade in its hand, an unparalleled blade of destruction, but unfortunately...everything is over."

Diego watched the avatar fall again and staggered, supporting his hands and knees on the ground, obviously it hadn't even the slightest strength to support itself.

"I just feel sorry for it."

He felt that the devil came with the wind and formed behind him, but he didn't feel the need to turn around to face it.

The devil's silence gave him time to stop thinking.

"You often mention the end of everything, as if you know the end."

"I have walked the road paved by possibilities. I have seen what may happen and what is almost certain to happen... but I still can't know the future until it becomes the past."

Diego's body remained motionless, the surrounding ghosts gradually dispersed, and the ballad ended.

"So what is most likely? How will it all end?"

The devil laughed a few times and licked the black ashes and red dust from his mouth.

"Finally everything started, finally war."

"In that case, then... now, I have found what I need."

Suddenly holding the chainsaw sword with his backhand, Diego turned around at a speed that was hard to catch with the naked eye, and instantly split the demon behind him in two.

As the ugly corpse fell to the ground and turned into dust, the harsh laughter came into his mind.

"You will die because of your choice... You know, Lady Hungry is looking forward to your essence."

"Maybe, but now..."

He approached the idol lying on the ground, squatted down, and put his arms towards the godless death mask, forming a scene of kneeling down.

The avatar's cracked hand tried to grab him, but a few more fingers were broken.

Diego dived his arm into the depths of the idol and wandered in the ocean of hatred and anger until...