Orc Tyrant

The gift in the flesh, the prospect in the blood, and the enjoyment in the sound of broken bones.

Enjoy this feast, taste it in your mouth, and enjoy the crisp bones and teeth.

What is the meaning of this, like other things, there is also faith? Do these eternal existences that serve the gods also have faith?

This type of problem can be time, which can be weighed arbitrarily while flying in the kingdom of the gods.

There is an opportunity to change the angle, the director of the needle,

There are so many opportunities.

Because there are always urgent needs and hunger and thirst.

They are never satisfied and need to be tasted urgently, but how can they be satisfied?

They are the nature of dark desires, the driving force of that horrible existence.

But after everything has been enjoyed, they also remain a thread, remaining horror and despair, because these are the fuel of that hot desire and the grindstone of the butcher in their hearts.

But what does it mean to have faith? What is the significance of this concept? Are they there, they are not representatives of painful torture? Isn't the existence of such a violent thing a belief worth discussing?

There is only one answer-some kind of concrete description of its complex and painful characteristics.

Belief in the heart is actually a firm belief that what you believe is bound to appear, to believe that the ultimate gluttony is not far away.

The feast is bound to come to this world, because the barrier that separates reality and illusion is becoming weaker and gradually broken.

The eternal thing is destroying it, full of enthusiasm and frustration, transforming it repeatedly tormented, and thus transforming into a rumbling roar.

Growl and whistle wrapped around the vast ocean, gradually invading those minds that are sharp enough in reality, bringing nightmares and madness. The barrier is still blockable, but it is only going to be.

But an opportunity caused the consciousness of this thing to slip out.

It glanced across the sky, and there were incredible beasts fighting underneath. Seeing this, it felt good and laughed happily.

It is close to the land, where the natural cowardly nature is succumbing to the carnival of hunting, and seeing this, it also feels good, and the laughter becomes more frantic.

It sees a world where there is no hope but a sharp edge, a great kingdom where life exists only to build death, a feast of flesh and blood that has already begun.

A certain joy rippled, so it laughed, and this laughter passed through the mortal world and twisted nightmares, into the writhing minds of sensitive people, and made those who howled madly because of it never stop.

Its thoughts wandered through the gaps, wandered through the endless dark jungle, rejoiced over the empty mountains, the sunlight in its eyes was like a dead star.

Learned of the horrible intimidation implied here, learned that this place is guaranteed to kill and die, it is surrounded by countless screams and carnival mutters, they are vying to squeeze out the eroded hole, trying to get a glass of the feast that is about to begin. Leftovers.

Suddenly, it became impatient and began to search for where it was not enough. This real world, like a canvas paved for painful paintings, is close in front of you, but it cannot be ravaged in its claws and drive it to madness.

Where is the promised feast? The terror in this world is devouring itself, as if carnivorous plants are digesting the reckless prey, but the eternal existence is not yet a guest at the table.

Where are those sentient beings? Without a soul, where is the innocence, where does the sacrifice come from? Without a victim, who can bring real fear? This world is a huge unawakened believer. Although the belief in eternal existence is firm, even though it is a loyal servant, it lacks patience.

It began to direct its thoughts to the place that attracted it.

They are calling out loud to let it see the light, but it is not drawn here only because of promise.

It rudely tore off the annoying veil, shook the tide of the vast ocean, then laughed happily, and then roared with anger. It has found the cause and condition that requires patience. This flesh-and-blood grinding disc is only a stage, and all the actors have not yet danced on it, but they will soon come.

It hides behind the scenes, its debut is coming, and it waits patiently in low praise.

A chorus sounded beside him, and his followers were called to accompany him to praise and to witness the revelation.

That moment came quickly for them, and they pushed forward, squeezing each other thinking of tasting the flesh and blood of reality. Growl and press down, fill the cravings with cravings, until the unreal world begins to cry out with hunger and thirst.

It yelled for silence, because it felt something was changing.

It looked down from the sky, like the ruler of everything, it saw a pair of equally hungry eyes, a hot green flame, and the huge triple meaning of body, spirit and soul.

That perception is enough to break through the limits of the real world, pushing it to the boundary of consciousness, the shallows of the vast ocean, like a flying insect touching a spider web.

This is a disturbance beyond the promise. The low roar of the predators scared the followers away and escaped into the depths of the vast ocean, but this high provocation will make it high in fighting spirit, and this feast has already begun. , It will never be missed!

The chanting gradually turned into a howl. When the sad praisers cut their own throats with sharp blades and offered the last dish for the carnival, the creatures born of desire and brutality grasped the moment a crack broke open, Pounced down and changed from a bystander to a participant.

The unclean power stirred the tossing flesh and blood, and the diffused scarlet mist enveloped the entire altar, vaguely seeing a behemoth struggling and shaping its shape.

Its arrival is no accident.

In the distant ages, human beings are still in the ignorant past. A huge famine swept the land. For a whole year, no food or crops were produced in the land. The hungry people ate everything that can be eaten in the wilderness. When they prayed to the lord and king, all they got was a cold sword.

The first person to be driven mad by hunger stretched out his hands to his own kind.

Cannibalism is far from enough. The sweet flesh and blood will only make the hunger deeper.

When the strangers have been eaten up, their greedy appetites cover their eyes, and they swish their butcher knives at their relatives, lovers, and children. In this way, the villages and towns are turned into ruins, bones are all over the ditches, and those thirsty plunders Eaters are supposed to be sons, husbands and fathers.

All the emotions and behaviors of Fanchen will be reflected in the sea of ​​souls, and this disaster is no exception.

All desire, pain, fear, and doubts about being betrayed are all condensed in another dimension. For the vast ocean, slaughter is the most delicious food, and among all slaughters, the strong are tortured and protected by them. The atrocities of the weakest are the most ugly.

Every slaughter will give birth to demons from the vast ocean, just as every moment of pain and blood splashing brings countless weeping and fears. The way demons are born is different. The birth of a demon in flames may mean that in this world. More than a dozen lives were burned; when a mother saw her child being picked on the tip of a spear, her heart-wrenching horror and hatred would make another one appear.

And when an unprecedented large-scale famine occurred, an extremely powerful demon appeared, which brought together all the suffering, cruelty, and blood-soaked shame of the killers in this disaster.

It is a creature that cannot be woven with imagination. When a man is driven by endless hunger and slashes his wife and children with a knife for the purpose of filling his stomach, it is born in the sea of ​​flesh and blood.

Hum! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

A roar sounded enough to make the soul tremble, a pair of huge metal hoofs stepped out of the fog, and then a slightly bloated demon body.

Its skin is sickly waxy yellow mixed with constantly oozing pus and blood, symbolizing the stomach twitching from hunger; its armor is made up of countless bones, derived from the bones that were abandoned after being eaten; its right hand holds A huge blade, shaped like a butcher's eliminator, with evil glyphs all over the mottled blade, and its left hand is wrapped in a circle of chains, with a spiked hook swaying slightly at the end.

Its head resembles a beast and not a beast, or a human and a human. Its deeply sunken eye sockets flash with green and red light alternately. Its slightly swollen abdomen has a huge mouth full of spikes, and every breath echoes with thousands of victims. The wailing before death.

It used to have many names, but they were all imposed on it by ignorant people, not knowing the so-called title and code name.

Only a few people know that the name hidden in the dark past, the desperate reverberation in Hanan-the gluttonous prince.