Orc Tyrant

The soul drinker raised his arm and slapped the two spirit bodies, and at the same time squashed a rodent with the paws of claws.

The other mice climbed up along the killer's evil body, another structure was bitten in two by a huge mouth that suddenly opened up in the abdomen and swallowed, and the last one was crushed by a fist.

The spirits persisted a little longer, they hovered over the killer's head, attacking with screaming and cold tentacles.

They left a few **** scars, but then they could not escape the large plexus tendon-like tissue extending from the hand of the soul drinker, and were quickly entangled and crushed by those tentacles.

The killer watched the ghosts disappear into the air, and curiosity finally gave way to anger.

However, the planner did not waste this delay.

He took out a stubby cylindrical object from his hidden pocket and threw it towards the soul drinker, and at the same time immediately threw himself in the opposite direction, lying awkwardly on a damaged table.

The evil monster reached out like lightning and grabbed the oncoming object, but it was a grenade.

When they returned to the camp for supplies, Astisino found a previously hidden ammunition box, which contained only this grenade, but it was vital.

Because there was no smell of gunpowder smoke, the soul drinker even sniffed the object at first, and then immediately gave a vaguely exclamation, staggering back.

There is a smell of destruction in it.

He threw it aside in disgust, but it was too late.

Boom~~!

The grenade exploded with a dull roar, and the cave was suddenly filled with countless metal powders, as if it were a cloud of crystal clear and shiny clouds.

In a moment, the killer fell to his knees and screamed.

His mind was like being skinned and shaved, a sharp and unprovoked blade exploded his layers of mind one by one, and scarlet naked thoughts flowed all around.

When the soul drinker dared to resist, questioned or failed, the terrible punishment imposed by the master was no different from the severe pain at the moment.

It's the particles in the air, and the damage they cause to the killer is beyond imagination.

Every **** flickering mote burst out overlapping psychic radiation, making him like a blade.

"Ahem..."

The soul drinker panted and opened his huge mouth, a gurgling cry of pain gushing from his chest.

Every nerve of his is running with ghost flames that are hard to see with the naked eye. In the invisible realm, this violent impact is gradually cutting off the countless psionic fibers that closely connect the killer with his etheric shadow.

The greasy skin was dripping with blood, and it kept tearing the flesh and blood under it, trying in vain to escape into the void alone.

The soul drinker slumped to the ground trembling, and the vicious torture finally eased slowly-but very slowly, too slowly.

He saw the human being, the weak trash that plunged into his killing territory in a panic.

And the slender figure poked his head from behind the bunker.

The soul drinker wanted to take him alive.

The killer is only willing to give a tooth for a tooth, he will tear the idiot to pieces, and he will stop until he has only a mess of flesh and blood—

Do not

The word passed into the thoughts like a distant death knell, drifting across the painful and lingering mind of the soul drinker.

At first it was inaudible, but it gradually became more powerful, clear and determined, far beyond the past.

Do not! Do not! Do not! Do not! Do not! Do not! Do not!

"Get out!"

The soul drinker screamed, his former human flesh and blood flowed like mercury, tumbling under the skin symbiosis that covered his body.

Soon, the two layers of skin began to twist and shrink, tearing each other.

A large area of ​​self-inflicted wounds spewed out black liquid, staining the stone floor underneath.

He suddenly lowered his head and slammed against the gravel, hearing the muffled sound of broken bones.

Compared with the severe pain caused by the foggy weapon, the real physical pain seemed to be a tonic, and it shook the iron fist of the ghost voice that had not yet clenched.

Do not! Do not! Do not!

"Do not--!"

The soul drinker screamed loudly, and the torture of the heart and brain gave him no choice but to endure it.

But the pale-skinned guy gradually approached, and he seemed to be holding some kind of weapon in his hand.

"This is the truth about the soul drinker..."

Astisino opened his palm, letting the dagger named "Weaver" stretch out of his gloves, and the end of this magical artifact was bursting with tiny blue sparks.

He was shaking so badly, so he held his wrist with his other hand to stabilize the weapon, and tried to aim at the terrifying body that was tumbling and screaming and bleeding on the ground.

The mental interference grenade is just a test product, and he didn't expect it to really work.

At first, Astisino thought that this grenade could at best make the monster temporarily lose its combat effectiveness, allowing him to escape by taking advantage of the cover of the explosion.

But the thing was howling miserably, as if its soul was being dragged into the abyss.

It scratched itself in pain, tearing off pieces of **** flesh.

Astisino hesitated, disgusted and fascinated by this terrible thing, he couldn't look away from the evil sight in front of him.

Countless faces emerged from the torso of that creature, and the violently trembling red skin bulged outward, turning into distinct and recognizable features, appearing repeatedly.

They were talking silently, but their mouths were vague.

However, its expression is undoubtedly, it is begging.

As a genius wizard, Astisino's knowledge is quite rich. Through the appearance of this skin, he can see the essence of this monster. He is definitely not a pure biological weapon made by the trust in the rumor.

The Council of Trust has always declared that they will exterminate all witchcraft, because that is the source of chaos, but—

This monster, from its body, Astisino saw the tide of the vast ocean, and the bound, screaming existence.

A demon, a demon bound with extraordinary flesh and blood!

This is the source of this biological power, so it can be impermanent, so it can be invisible, because it shouldn't appear in the mortal world at all.

"This is really interesting, the trust council turned out to be..."

Suddenly, there was a rustling noise from the depths of the mine tunnel, as if something was approaching, accompanied by heavy breathing with rhythm.

The assassin's painful convulsions were fading away, and Astisino courageously moved closer.

He hesitated, the magic weapon in his hand groaned and prepared to activate, but the questions in his mind continued to spin.

Attack or escape? Or capture it?

This action failed, but if you can bring back this interesting existence, your failure will no longer be a failure, but a greater success.

But in this case, what is the probability of taking the opponent away?

In the short moment of his thoughts, those faces disappeared without a trace, and reintegrated into scarlet flesh and blood, instead two bottomless abyss-like green eyes stared at him again, as clear as night.

"Damn it!"

Seeing that it was not good, Astisino launched a mental shock focused on one point, but it was too late.

"Waaaagh!"

With a weird roar, the soul drinker swiftly pounced his hands out like hatred, and fended off the planner's arm with his blade-like claws.

The fierce demon claws pierced into the other's thin torso, pierced through the close-fitting armor and flesh and blood, deeply buried in the bones and internal organs.

"Kill kill kill kill!"

Then Deathspear stretched his hands to both sides, tore Astisino's chest cavity, and smashed him on the blood-splattered floor.