Orc Tyrant

Killing in this way has a unique sense of fun.

The blood stains on the hands of soul drinkers are mostly contaminated in silence and secrecy, and often only the killer dances with the prey alone, interacting with each other in the most sincere and honest way.

No one can hide themselves until they are dying.

But it is different at this moment; it has never killed more than double-digit lives at once, because there is no such need.

But at this moment, his bloodline was divergent, and he was almost dizzy, and he couldn't help asking himself why he didn't do this earlier.

This frantic joy swallowed everything, and it was so brilliant.

Putting aside all the pretenses and illusions that shocked him, he finally revealed his true self to everyone. And they all responded with horrified roars.

Amid the low roar of the wind, the Oukes screamed.

He laughed loudly, without fear.

It has never been so candid.

As early as the moment he was born, he had been living alone, afraid of exposing his true self.

Even if those with metal and glass eyeballs cut him open and peeped into the dark corners of this abnormal soul, they could not see this side of him.

It turns into a frantic whirlwind of sharp teeth and claws, and the skin changes and reorganizes at a dizzying speed, ending the life of every victim in a brutal way with novel ideas.

Numerous huge greedy mouths sprang up all over his body, drinking every drop of blood splashed on his skin.

The last Ouke was firing at him, a large-caliber bullet hit his back and legs, igniting bursts of fierce pain.

The grotesque skin neighed offset most of the impact, so that the bullet did not harm the flesh and blood of the soul drinker.

It twisted its body like a dancer and jumped into the air.

The other Oukes were already lying in a pool of blood, and the last few drops of blood slowly gushed out of their fragmented throats and chests, which were immediately sucked up by the earth.

It passed the dead colleague of Oak, ignoring the burning pain when a bullet grazed his cheek, approached the opponent, placed its weight on one leg, and drew a swift black arc with the other leg. .

"what!!!!"

The sharp claws stretched out and hit the nasal cavity of the big square face hard.

The bones suddenly shattered in a muffled sound, and the sharp fragments pierced into the opponent's brain like a dagger.

Which is the number one?

In the endless hunting, the number of killers has been unclear.

Then he saw the neuroboy who hid his face under the tin mask, so he immediately left the question of numbers behind.

The slender Oak screamed and shot a fan of lightning at him. He avoided most of it, but there were still a few biting on him, but the surging skin immediately turned them into invisible.

This is just a delay.

He could feel the rumbling and tremor in the subspace, and the existence that covered its entire body trembled in disgust because of the approach of the Ouke.

A strong halo quickly accumulated in that nervous boy's aura, as if he was going to make the last fight, frantically dancing the metal stick on his hand.

"Waaagh!!!"

The gust of wind seemed to stop abruptly by the nerve boy, as if he had constructed a deadly sphere that could not even be penetrated by sound.

Violent energy flowed from the spikes extending from the two ends of the metal rod, and the disturbed air rippled like water.

Click!

A dark green energy rushed from the weird weapon, and the soul drinker hurriedly raised his arm to try to block it.

But the impact was extremely powerful, and he screamed loudly in an unprecedented pain.

"Damn!!!!!!!!!"

Its skin, which was enough to offset most of the subspace energy, burned in some places, and yellow pus slowly dripped from the scorched wound.

All his ecstasy disappeared at this moment-this is no longer a game.

That nervous boy was far more deadly than he thought.

He is not just a crazy Ok... He is similar to it to some extent, and is a kind of weapon against subspace.

Deep in my heart, a voice longed to retreat, buying some precious time for self-healing, and then making a comeback.

But he turned a deaf ear to the whimper in his mind, and did the opposite.

The soul drinker swooped at the nervous boy and plunged into the bursting halo enough to wither the soul.

"Yeah!!!"

He immediately felt his power flow quickly, and the fiery burning pain was like the arteries of the whole body being pulled out of the body by the opponent.

Suddenly, the soul drinker realized that these things he was experiencing were exactly the same as the painful feelings of other wizards who died in his hands, which must have been the case when the witch was turned into ashes.

He attacked quickly before the bursting hot wind completely involved himself.

The razor-like claws drew a shining arc through the air, cutting through the protective fibers and the flesh under Ouke's throat.

This did not kill him on the spot, but it was enough to sever a blood vessel.

"Well!"

Sure enough, he immediately covered the wound with his hand tightly, but there was still a jet of scarlet blood splashing out.

The soul drinker opened his huge mouth to greet him, splashing blood on his face.

The monster laughed wildly again, and the nervous boy staggered back, coughing.

Behind the mask, blood flowed freely from the nerve boy's ears and nostrils, and accumulated on his mouth and neck.

Many capillaries in his eyeball burst one after another, making the entire field of vision scarlet, blood and tears dripping.

But he was still working hard to launch an attack again. The previous mistake was that he shot too late and didn't let the waaagh energy accumulate to the maximum lethal shot. When the boys were about to die, most of the energy originally gathered was also dissipated.

Perhaps he was wrong by underestimating the potential of this... thing in front of him.

The opponent's gradually changing aura burst more and more, becoming shining like the sun.

This is something that neuroboy has never seen before. It is like another neuroboy appeared in front of him, and immediately noticed that the whole body's power was unstoppably attracted to the killer of that changing form like a free fall.

It resembles him a lot, but it doesn't.

"Fuck it!!!"

The nerve boy screamed. This was the first real scream in his life. He released all the boiling fire in his mind, while the other party laughed unharmed in the torrent of flames, and then penetrated everything. Reflect back.

The ashes filled the nerve boy's throat, suddenly silenced her scream.

This is the killer's most powerful ability-countermeasures, turning himself into a mirror, and giving back all of the opponent's power. This is also his real capital for assassinating Guk.

The pale tyrant may be unbeatable, but his power is sure to kill himself.

"Ha...Ha..."

After dealing with all this, even he felt a little tired.

He came outside this observation post and looked at the boiling mine not far away. It seemed that there was some commotion. This was also an excellent opportunity for him.

"Guk..."

Riding on the violent waaagh energy in the body has not completely dissipated, the soul drinker felt the scattered aura in the mine, many of which were very powerful, like the scorching sun, and the most powerful...

"……I'm coming."

With a cough, the shape of the soul drinker slowly distorted, and finally turned into an Ouke, and then walked towards the mine.