Orc Tyrant

There is only flames outside.

And inside, there is only pain.

He stood on the spot, with an iron chain as thick as an ordinary human arm tightly locking his right leg, and the other end fixed to the floor.

There is no room for the shackles to be loosened. If he wants to regain his freedom, he can only cut off his legs from his knees.

However, his attention is not here.

The owners left him in this room with a missing wall, originally in the direction of the wall, replaced by flames, burning madness.

He understands that there is an energy membrane as thin as a cicada wing separating himself from the blazing prison fire, and he has no way of knowing the principle behind it-this kind of power is far beyond his understanding.

He just knew that he was looking directly at the void, so the void was also staring at him.

He howled aloud and yanked on the chain.

The inscriptions and symbols covering his naked body were irritating, hot and cold, which made him tortured.

Void was tugging at the evil patterns and obscure words that were imprinted on him.

He howled again, but this time got the master's response.

"You should be afraid of—"

The cyan humanoid flame told him this.

"Fear will make the fusion process smoother, and it will make it slobber."

He could not tell the source of this sound.

Since the moment the iron door of the cage was opened, the owner seemed to be able to break into his mind as he pleased. This has happened many times.

Sometimes the master will leave something behind—knowledge, ability, hunger and thirst.

Sometimes he takes away some, perhaps memories, or emotions, which is difficult to confirm.

He has many questions.

However, when he saw the thing that emerged from the depths of the void, all the problems disappeared.

It flows like mercury, shiny and poisonous.

It also saw him.

At that time, the owner seemed to guess what he was asking.

"That's a low-level subspace creature."

The host explained.

"A predator, dangerous, greedy, but not smart...maybe called cunning."

It gradually approached, and the weak energy mask trembled, and it would soon be penetrated. Only in an instant, it would let it in.

"It can be tamed. If the will to control it is strong enough, do you have that will?"

The soul drinker is just a weapon, but the master has given him thinking and will, so he is very different from other similar ones.

He has emotions, he will be excited and afraid.

"Yes Master--"

He could not finish the sentence.

The demon predator found a breakthrough, and immediately rushed in and got into the room.

It wrapped the soul drinker and screamed joyfully when it found an easy prey.

At this moment, his master chuckled lightly.

It was at this moment that the demon dullly realized that no matter which piece of skin covered with runes and imprints on the soul drinker he touched, he would never be able to escape.

It could not swallow its prey, but was trapped instead.

He collapsed, tumbling and twisting in severe pain. The demon first tried to escape, then struggled in vain, and finally gradually merged into his body.

As the halo slowly narrowed, isolating the crimson hell, the soul drinker heard the master's voice further away.

"You need to spend several days of pain to overwhelm it. Failure means both of you will die. The magic engraved on you is indestructible... You are now merged. It is your weapon. You must tame it. , Just as I tame you."

Those words echoed and disappeared, and then only his screams and the demon's screams were left.

There is flame and pain.

Flame, and pain.

He opened his eyes again, and the first thing that caught his eye was a shaky mask. The patterns and patterns on it were full of intimidation, causing his muscles to twitch involuntarily.

There was a raging fire in the surrounding brazier, but it looked green, and the light dyed everything a weird dark green.

"It's broken inside, basically."

The mask shook for a while, then stretched out his arm to pinch his chin, lifted his head up, and almost got his gums off.

"But the trauma recovered quickly."

He moved, but found that he was suspended in the air by a chain, his limbs and neck were **** by iron cables with thick forearms, pulling him into a big letter.

"Woke up?"

Another voice sounded, and a behemoth stepped up to him. Even if it was suspended from the ground, he still couldn't look at the opponent, so he could only slightly raise his head.

He knows who the person is, and the iconic white skin, no one can ignore.

"overlord."

A word that resembled a groan rolled out of his throat, and Guk glanced at him, then turned to Mogdrogen.

"Who is that inside now?"

"He is the only one left, everything else is ruined, there is no scum left, but maybe this guy's head will become less sober."

Guke hummed, lifted the mechanical claws and clicked a few times to cut all the chains.

After falling heavily to the ground, he twisted for a while, as if trying to adapt to his body, then stood up swayingly.

"What's your name? How could it appear in this guy's body?"

Facing Guk's question, he was stunned for a while, then looked down at his hands, and then at his legs and body.

"I... so thin... not green... weird..."

"I'm asking you!"

"I... I... don't remember... It seems... who did a battle with... right?"

Then he touched his face and muttered:

"I'm not...like this..."

At this moment, his skin began to surging. Together with the bones and muscles, he quickly formed a face similar to Guk, but the skin was a giant Ouke image.

But oncoming is a punch.

"Don't learn from me!"

Punching the opponent to the ground, Guk took off the mask on Mogdrogen's face.

"You follow him, yes, that's it."

After being punched inexplicably, after hearing Guk's words and seeing Mogdrogen's shaggy face, his image changed again, becoming a kid exactly like Mogdrogen.

"This is interesting."

Guk clapped his hands and smiled on his face.

"Well, you'll be called Weird Face from now on, just follow me, do you hear it."

"Uh...uh...huh?"

Before he woke up, he got his own name.

"You wait for him to check again and make sure that there is no problem, I will look for the shrimp."

After giving orders to Mogdrogen, Guk left the camp and returned to his royal court.

There, Grakas had compiled a lot of materials and photos, waiting for his visit. There are no other Oukes or humans here, only him and the envoy of Wendigo.

"Your Majesty, please see."