Orc Tyrant

When Hanan’s power tore through the gaps in the world and fell into his despair, everything around him fell into chaos, the screams of unfortunate believers, the muffled sound of objects being torn and torn, lasting for a long time, Their will was overwhelmed by fear, some were dead, some were not, but they were all hit by flying debris, or simply torn apart because Hanan poured his anger on them.

Parker calmly faced the turbulent disaster, a terrifying beam of light projected from the sky into the earth, and then a strange gust of wind swept everyone.

"Go on... it will go on forever."

He said so, with wonder and fear in his voice.

"I can see my father, my brothers, and I can hear them... calling me."

However, everything was doomed from half an hour ago...

A man stumbled up the steps of the mountain road. When he reached the top, he stumbled and lay face down on the ground. His head sturdily hit a cold black boot, which was even bigger than the rock under his feet. Be hard, lift your head from the boots, a dash of blood seeping from his temples, flowing down his severely deformed face crookedly.

This man looked like a semi-melted wax statue, and all the muscles on the right side of his body had terrible swelling and wrinkles. After finally seeing what was in front of him, he gasped in excitement.

"Me, my... my lord."

The believer was still lying awkwardly on the ground, stammering to speak, blood constantly pouring from his mouth.

"Parker and the blood worshippers are approaching from the foot of the mountain."

Edward, in a black shirt, looked down at the believer for a while, as if he was affirming him, then turned to Hannibal standing near the huge altar beside them. In the red vortex in front of them, there were waves of faint screams from time to time. Spread out.

"How long will the ceremony take to complete? It's not good to be caught up by Parker before we are ready."

Edward asked, he seemed a little unwilling to admit that the plan had been going according to his expectations so far.

"Edward..."

Hannibal said calmly, calling the priest's name straight and unadorned.

"...These flies are nothing but disgusting dregs. We have keys and we have enough bodies."

As he spoke, he pointed to the many followers around the altar.

"If necessary, we can even imprison them in the walls of corpses before completing the ceremony. After that, we don't have to think about them at all."

Edward looked at Hannibal, and he could see the confidence exuding from him. This was the first time in decades that anyone dared to call his name so directly without feeling the cold when a sharp blade ran across his neck. The chief priest could not figure out how to answer—he gritted his teeth angrily, hating Hannibal's success, but at the same time eager to reap the rewards of the ritual.

"The facts prove what I said is true, doesn't it?"

Hannibal laughed, his stiff gown didn't even catch a trace of dust in the wind.

"No danger……"

"The facts have proved your luck, Hannibal."

Edward interrupted, unable to remain silent.

"Can't underestimate Parker. They will easily deal with the corpses you arranged. Why should I believe your latest disgusting optimism about safety?"

"I have reason to be sure...,"

Hannibal replied, his voice hissing like a snake.

"...Because an ally of ours is coming, a character who wants to go far beyond just bowing to the gods."

Deep down Edward didn’t agree with him, especially after seeing the "big man" with his own eyes, it was a terrifying force that could not be controlled. He was sure that Hannibal would be negligent, and he would definitely enjoy it when he arrived. Everything I made.

"that's good."

Edward said vaguely, waving his hand dismissively.

"Prepare for everything that is about to come... Get rid of this idiot by the way."

He kicked it casually and was kicking on the face of the believer who reported the letter, breaking his jaw.

"For... me... why? I... my lord,"

The believer spoke incoherently, splashed with blood and breathed heavily to suppress the screaming.

"I... Did I disappoint you?"

But Edward completely ignored his words. Instead, the strong predator leader Bakshiyev bent down and carried his hair to lift him up.

"You have done well and made no mistakes, so you will be honored."

Hannibal said with a smile, and then Bakshiyev threw the helpless fool into the stone altar. In the vortex that was bound, they lifted a half-person tall black iron-colored box out of the stone altar. At that time, the victim's screams became louder.

"Thad, do you know how Hannibal will open the horror box?"

As he climbed the mountain trail, Parker gasped and asked, frowning on all the complicated events that had happened during the day.

"I don't know, Lord Parker."

The senior blood worshippers answered like this.

"I guess he needs a piece of land to be sacrificed and a suitable atmosphere to complete the ritual he envisioned."

"The land that was sacrificed?"

Parker was puzzled.

"What will it affect?"

"It depends on the nature of the artifact. Based on the records we found in ancient books, I guess we are now running towards an artifact of Lord Wendigo, so this land needs to be sacrificed by blood and carrion."

"How much do you need?"

With that said, Parker walked back to the Rift Valley and looked down again. A dazzling red light could be seen rising in the thick fog. Oak had already burned the flames of war to Song Town, and their time was running out.

"Maybe a standard size swimming pool is enough?"

"Lord of Gourmet, are you kidding me!"

Parker said as he walked back to the mountain road.

"If so much is needed, it would probably be enough to kill the entire Wendigo church."

"It's not necessarily. This place is very special. Maybe there has been a rift in the past, or it has been offered to the gods. The power of the rituals here is extraordinary and it can minimize the requirements of sacrifices."

"We must rush to the top of the mountain and stop it before the stupid ritual begins!"

The others nodded in agreement, and they speeded up again.

But a large group of people suddenly rushed down the mountain road. They are humans-or they were once humans.

Their muscles melted and broken, their heads took on the shape of a semi-beast, and they staggered slowly across the stairs crookedly. Everyone has the mark of Wendigo-this makes them a failure between the deer head messenger and the mortal, but there are hundreds of them. They keep coming and surround Parker and others. Blocked in the middle of the rocky mountain road, throwing crude javelins and shooting with pistols.

"Damn it! Too much!"

Parker roared, because the people around him seemed to retreat.

boom!

A cannonball roared and hit the mountain road, and the rain of broken bullets swept towards the crowd of Wendigo Cultists. In an instant, they fell in pieces like wheat swept by a scythe.

"It's Ok's cannon! They are coming!"

Parker waved his hand to disperse the gunpowder in front of him, and the front was turned into a quagmire of flesh and blood, but he couldn't control it. He directly stepped up the slippery ladder dragged by the internal organs, and struggling to slay the cultists who had changed.