Orc Tyrant

Going all the way, Guk encountered no obstacles.

Stripping off those disguise, Guk discovered that they are not independent entities at all, they are an extension of a separate conjoined consciousness.

Tentacles snaked out from the open office door, where the lamp was once turned into pink gums, lined with cruel sharp teeth.

On both sides of the corridor, fleshy pockets floated like kites on the burning shriveled heads, like strange-shaped lanterns.

Guk continued to move forward, waving his warhammer, and there were many symbols inscribed on the handle of the hammer-this is the ancient language of Ouk engraved by Mogdrogen.

Suddenly, Guk keenly felt the road closed behind him, although the voice was far away, it sounded like it came from another separate dimension where he was currently.

Realizing that he was alone, Guk began to tap his innate power.

He first entered a rune sequence on the robotic arm to activate the gems above the five claws, and the claw blade immediately stretched to the length of a scepter-because the claws of Guk are too old, Okimid has not yet completed it. Understand, so there is no transformation of neural links.

This fearless technique applied to scrap iron is being accepted by more and more boys. Gu Ke noticed that many guards under his command had transplanted mechanical limbs.

"Well……"

Raising the claw of Guk to his eyes, Guk stared at its tip.

The dark green arc leaped on it and made a crackling sound. Guk nodded and lowered his arm.

Moving on, Guk realized that this force was so ruthless that it had taken over the entire building and the people in it, turning it into something dirty and corrupt.

Countless small corpse fragments covered the wall, like a living tissue covering it.

They were deformed, their faces were fused together with their tortured expressions, and they fell into torment forever.

The fifth floor is also the tallest floor of the building, where the mayor and senior bureaucrats manage the entire city.

But now, here is also hell.

The part of the wall of flesh and blood that extends to the mayor's office swells out from the ceiling like an umbilical cord. A large string of tentacles snakes out of the huge mouth, and their ends show tongues, and the sound they make is shocking.

"Guk..."

There was a scream of some kind from the entrance of the mayor's office, and a harsh gust of wind blew Guk into an unstable position.

Then he stood upright, with a grinning smile on his face, where he found the thing he had been looking for.

"Playing with me?"

Guk cursed, and then a flash of lightning burned into the ceiling.

The symbol on his mechanical claw was shining with dark green light, rotating around the tip of the claw.

"Get out of the gram!"

Guk squeezed the mechanical claws abruptly and roared loudly. A green lightning spear spewed out of the mechanical claws and was firmly locked by the five claw blades.

This is the skill he and Mogzhogen have learned. It is called the gaze of making hair, and it is a kind of powerful spiritual energy in a single body.

Withdrawing a step back, Guk's target was locked on the contaminated core.

"This is my place! Damn it! Get out of here!"

When the tentacles approached Guk, he threw the lightning spear vigorously.

Huh~!

Thunder exploded, and a burning path of dark green light followed its mental trajectory, and hit the center of the huge mouth in the middle of the office entrance, and then triggered a radiant explosion.

The monster's blood spewed out like spring water, and the approaching tentacles dried up and burned.

The smell of pungent smoke also filled Guk's nostrils for the first time, and the raging flames together with the original scream of something dying in the unpredictable void swallowed his senses.

"Why are you so irritable?"

After everything disappeared, the complete office door appeared in front of Guk, and he walked in.

"I knew it was you."

This office is as wide as the lobby, behind a huge mahogany table, a tall figure is standing in front of a huge French window.

He was wearing a neat black dress, a goblet was held on his white gloves, and his neatly combed short brown hair trembled slightly because of the intrusion of a giant beast.

"Ah, my lord, welcome, welcome."

The man turned around gracefully, with a very natural expression on his handsome face.

The Archbishop of Wendigo Church, Hannibal, appeared here.

"You have to explain it to me."

Guk threw the huge warhammer on the table, and directly smashed the table into a huge hole. Over Hannibal's shoulder, through the glass, Guk could see Tyre after the rainstorm.

Although most of the city is still shrouded in night, it still cannot conceal its grandeur and charm.

Guk can't wait to get it in his palm.

But before that, he had to solve a few problems.

Wendigo Church is one of them.

"What does my lord want me to explain? I must know everything."

Hanni picked up another empty glass, then turned around and walked to the other side of the office, where there were several men kneeling, mostly in dresses and fat and fat.

They were not simply kneeling, but shaking while holding their skulls with both hands, blood spilled from the neat incisions on their heads, dripping all over their faces.

It can be seen from the expressions on their faces that they are suffering tremendously, but their knees seem to be fixed on the ground.

Hannibal walked up to a person and gently scooped the empty glass in his hand into the open skull of the other person.

"Well!!"

The man rolled his eyes immediately, and his whole body trembled more severely.

"Oh, did it hurt you? Acting Mayor? Just be patient."

Hannibal patted the other person's face kindly, and then turned around. At this time, there was some viscous red liquid and milky white substance floating in the empty cup before.

"Ah, my lord, I forgot to ask, do you like sweet or salty?"

"I don't have time to play tricks with you here. Explain, what do those ghosts mean?"

Guk walked up to Hannibal and looked down at him. The mechanical claws in his hand rubbed lightly, making a dangerous scratching sound.

"Wendigo refers to people who eat carrion in the language of the ancient yellow sand country."

Hannibal shook the cup in his hand and said slowly:

"Before the Wendigo Church appeared, its dependents already existed. After it discovered that religion was more effective than simply spreading fear, the Wendigo Church came into existence."

"I ask you a question."

"It is preparing for the most critical battle. It is very urgent to accumulate strength. Haven't you reached an agreement with it?"

"Huh! I don't have any agreement!"

With a low growl, Guk drew out the warhammer that had fallen into the tabletop, and then slammed all the half-dead humans over there, turning them into a pool on the wall.

"Then are you going to be hostile to it?"

"It's already doing this!"

"Understood, I will tell it, you are very angry."

"If you think I'm just angry, that would be too optimistic."

Guk lifted his arm, his claws pulsing with an arc fixed a few centimeters from Hannibal's head.