Orc Tyrant

That kind of peaceful life, this kind of just passing minutes in the eyes of others, is simply a slow and dead **** for any Blurring Blade.

He hates the long and endless yesterday, today and tomorrow.

What he desires is the present.

In every second of staying awake, he felt that the pure anger that drove him seemed to gradually penetrate and drain, making him weaker and weaker.

He needs sleep, just as he needs air.

But he needs to kill more.

This is far stronger than any maximum dose of stimulant, and even the pleasure of **** can hardly match it-killing is fascinating, there is nothing else to ask for.

This is the desire of the devil in his heart.

But he couldn't tolerate himself becoming a demon's container. This was the last trace of the bottom line that he held in the depths of his soul.

But now this thread is about to break, he must make an understanding.

"dead!!"

He banged on the Ouke's helmet violently, smashing the silver horns on it, and the claws of his hands were also stained with blood.

boom!

Suddenly, he felt a huge impact, and the fierce and infernal explosion threw him from the victim, causing him to hit the ground fiercely.

"Well……"

Thick blood mixed with a lot of medicine poured out through the breathing hole of the helmet, but he couldn't taste any pain.

A mass of white-hot warmth filled his chest and gradually expanded.

It spread to Casco's limbs, making him feel an unprecedented dizziness.

The bullet wounds and the sharp blade stabbing made many of his organs die out one by one, and there was only a little broken flesh under his right leg and knee.

Every muscle in Casco's body trembled, and the death signal triggered a mechanism hidden under his breastbone.

All the Blurring Blades, when they die, the fist-sized ball-shaped machinery will suddenly dissociate, releasing its poisonous legacy-a self-destructing mechanism.

However, all this came much slower than Casco imagined. Something is preventing this from happening.

A ghost that was thrown into the corner of thinking by him finally appeared when he was dying. Perhaps this was the opportunity it had been waiting for for a long time.

"You need me, you need me to help you complete that task."

Casco did not respond, he knew that this was the last struggle of the existence lurking in his body.

A dangerous game, it, the body of this demon, is not an expert in assassination.

It is a hunter, a predator, an unsentimental killer.

But it is not good at assassination.

Casco understands this deeply, it just wants to steal a body.

It didn't take him to heart at the beginning.

Casco is indeed a trouble, but his consciousness can still be plundered at will. It is just a little trouble for this man's remaining soul spark to cultivate a little tricky timing.

But it did not expect that this human being could be so tough that the devil’s original plan to occupy immediately failed. Casco avoided the tentacles of the opponent’s thinking that pierced into the brain, burying his most precious and useful memories, and Defending unswervingly.

The demon failed and became extremely violent.

Despite this, Casco still tolerated the opponent because he needed this violent power.

They maintained an exploitative symbiotic relationship, even after years of erosion.

But now, he was dying, the barrier of will was becoming weak, and the devil found the gap and poured into the depths of his soul.

This perverse existence penetrated into its host’s thoughts, but unexpectedly couldn’t find anything

Although this only takes a few seconds in the entity, it takes much longer in the devil's own soul thinking.

But the devil finally finally held Casco's shrinking soul in his claws.

The Blurred Blade only made weak resistance, and the long-term corruption and the gradual weakening of the fire of life weakened his soul to the point where it was about to die.

The demon strips emotions from Casco's soul and injects its own essence into it, just like a spider injects eggs into its prey, and its essence will eventually fill that soul.

This kind of game has been played countless times between it and Casco, but the winner is this tenacious human every time.

But this time, the other party has been unable to resist.

But the current situation is really not optimistic. The host's body is on the verge of destruction, and there are angry ok and frantic waaagh energies all around.

Based on the devil's own understanding, all analyses have reached the same conclusion.

Casco must die

The demon will also be destroyed here, it will be sent back to the chaotic subspace, and forced to wander in the chaotic void until another ideal host appears.

The demon clung to the fading soul in his hand, looking for the answer in a panic.

The afterglow of Casco's soul echoed with mockery.

"I have asked that wizard to make final arrangements for myself."

Along with the twisted smile on his face, the syringe in his wrist injected a medicine prepared by Pegged into Casco’s blood vessels, turning his whole body blood into acid, which quickly boiled, and the witchcraft power in it quickly turned the devil’s Weakened evil,

In the howl, the devil realized that he had lost again, and that he had lost completely.

"ended……"

As the evil power of the devil went away, the stimulants and chemical drugs that filled the body began to have an uncontrollable mixed reaction, becoming more and more powerful, and then destruction.

His soft eyeballs scorched and dissolved in his eye sockets, so he did not see the scorching light when the hot energy was finally released.

In the next second, Casco's lying body was completely swallowed by the raging inferno caused by spontaneous combustion.

On the giant eagle, the three people who were out of danger were silent.

The action team not only failed, but also lost two members at once. Whether the others can escape alive is still unknown.

"The planner."

After a while, Io got her mood up. She noticed that the main planner of this operation did not seem to have spoken at all, and he had been silent in the communication channel.

"He should be in that cave. His position is the safest. He probably won't..."

Pegged's heart slammed for a while, a certain cold touch suddenly passed by, and at the same time it brought a whisper that was almost panting.

"Help……"

"Quick! Go to the planner! He's in trouble!"

With that said, Peguedor once again remembered the cold shadow he had divined. With the failure of the action, he thought he might be wrong, but now it seems that the threat still exists.

"Can you hear it? Can you hear it?"

At this time, the communication channel that had been silent also rang, Klein's voice.

"I have a bad feeling, the planner seems to be in trouble!"

"You guessed it, we are rushing over!"

Peguto replied, and smelled a very uncomfortable breath in the air.

"Okay! I'm going over there now too! Be careful!"