Orc Tyrant

"Listen to me, Your Majesty..."

The group of light and shadow continued to hiss:

"...Listen to me, the empire is over, it is being destroyed, it is about to burn, the church is over, his vicious dream is over, and the trust is rising."

"trust?"

"The trust council is rising, Your Majesty, you don't know its nobleness at all. It surpasses all of us. The world is originally its property. Those who obey will prosper, and those who oppose will perish."

"You dirty thing, Greenus, have you taken Ecstasy? Are you crazy? What kind of crazy nonsense is this!"

"trust!"

"What is a trust?"

"It's rising! It's back! It will clear all obstacles! It will dominate all things! It will achieve what you can never do!"

Menech III swallowed his throat, and Greenus was shocked by his complete madness.

"You are crazy..."

"Trass fought against the cruel and tyrannical world, Your Majesty! Accept this and you will die peacefully. Trust will overthrow the decayed empire and punish the violent monarch. This is already happening. I sincerely swear to it. together."

"You are nonsense!"

"Your life is dying, the world has become scorched earth, and your soldiers are already dead."

"Dead? No, we still have hundreds of thousands..."

"All are dead, slaughtered like livestock."

"It's all a lie!"

"Look at me, Your Majesty, you know this is not a lie, you know, you know our power! You know it is possible, you know from the facts, it is a possible result."

Menech III took a step back and opened his mouth, but was speechless in shock.

"No matter what you think of me, Your Majesty, no matter what your views, I understand that it is probably terrible, but you know I am not a stupid person. Did I betray the empire and attack Cusconar? ...Just for a little bit of personal grievance? Is it true? Is it possible?"

Menech III took a step back.

"Either you are crazy, or the world is crazy."

His composure when speaking is amazing.

"In any case, I'm going to kill you and your barbaric assassins, and excommunicate rebellion! You have no chance to reflect on your heinous crimes."

"Oh, Your Majesty, you can always act as a flamboyant master, come find me"

Greenus turned and stepped away from the light, then hesitated again.

"There is one more thing you need to know, Your Majesty, you really don't understand what you are fighting against."

"A madman!"

The emperor said sharply, turning to leave.

Greenus' figure began to transform.

His projection changed drastically, like melted grease, deformed bones, dripping white wax, his smile cracked from it, something appeared from his humanoid body, it was definitely not a human being.

Menech III noticed it, he turned around, and he saw it.

His eyes widened.

He could smell it, he could smell the dark nightmare, that thing was growing, still growing, Grenache's empty skin fading like snakeskin.

It has shiny black flesh and tangled blood vessels, it has toad-like mucus and trembling eyes, it has sharp teeth and bat-like skin wings, its shape is contrary to common sense, it is a deformed monster.

The filthy light covered it, wrapped it like a velvet robe, it was like a shadow of smoke, and it was four meters long.

It groaned, and the rumbling sound was like the roar of a predator, bringing the stench of corruption, the breath of blood, the pungent sourness, and the odor of toxins.

Menech III held his mind, he thought it was just a shadow.

"I've seen enough of these quack tricks."

Suddenly, the object spoke, and its voice was insanely intuitive.

"Let the world burn!"

It threw its mouth wide open, and its saliva splashed.

Blood, hundreds of liters of human blood, suddenly sprayed violently on the walls of the hall, and the transparent ones were blasted into dome-like fragments and spilled into the sky.

The Archon Hall with a long history in the Purple Palace exploded in a second.

17 10th 7:11:08

Desaik turned around abruptly.

"what did you say!?"

He nearly yelled and questioned his adjutant.

They were on the outer edge of the purple palace encircling line, and they were advancing at full speed to avoid the anger of the Flesh Lord due to the temporary defeat.

Their original designations were the one hundred and eleventh and one hundred and twelfth companies, but now they are only part of the 17th Infantry Regiment of the Trust.

Now that the two company commanders have sacrificed, Desaik took over the command. He tried to regroup the troops, but they had no time to stop, and the friendly forces close at hand were exerting pressure.

The rebels hid in the burning ruins, and they suffered continuous casualties along the way.

The deep and sad horn of war echoed over the city.

"A intermittent pulse of information has been detected, sir."

His companion arcanist came to his side. This man looked very old, but he was actually only twenty years old. He was carrying a Guge machine similar to a backpack.

"What the hell?"

Desaik didn't understand what impulse was at all, these words were too strange to him.

"It's too weak. I must set up the receiver and extend the mobile antenna."

The other party didn't mean to explain at all, and Desek didn't bother to go into it. Anyway, all he wanted was eternal power-such as the perfection of the Son of Dawn, rather than a tragic ending like the arcanist.

Boom~!

Suddenly, unfamiliar ammunition passed through their heads like frightened birds and knocked on a tall wall. 】

The bricks broke apart, and the fragments fell in a blizzard-like spark.

"Hidden! Hidden!"

Desaik shouted.

Hell, he couldn't guess where the enemy came from. He could hear some mechanical whistling roar, but he didn't know what it was.

There is no respite. The enemy will pursue them until they are driven to extinction.

Until his aftermath was short, he caught a certain dark green passing by for a millisecond.

The opponent fired again and killed Fall.

The unknown bullet hit him in the back, shredding his spine and crotch, and burst him like a balloon.

Everyone shivered behind the shelter, watching the slowly flowing mist nervously.

Huh~!

The air was once again torn apart by objects passing by quickly.

Desaik turned his head and saw his adjutant sitting on the ground. The bullet shredded his helmet, neck armor and part of his breastplate, and his skull and red muscles were exposed.

There are no burns, bruises, or swelling, but simple incisions, just like a scalpel.

In Desaik's view, the horror in front of him is far from that. The enemy's speed is incredibly fast, like some kind of incapable illusion, and their retina can't leave more information.

Desaik scratched his head angrily, his forehead had a disturbing cyan protrusion, as if he had just grown horns.

At that moment, the enemy took the initiative to show up.

With incredible speed and elegance, it holds two saws, with its hands interlaced in front of its chest, crouching on the broken wall above everyone's head, like a green poisonous scorpion ready to go, and its pure black eyepieces reflect everyone. Horrified face.

"fast"

As soon as Desaik spoke, his second word was stuck in his throat.

His world began to spin, and at the moment of colliding with the ground, he saw his headless body spewing blood into the sky, and a death spiral that involved everyone in it.

What is it?

The last consciousness remained in his mind. More than ten seconds after his death, the entire team of hundreds was completely dismembered. He cut off the arms of the rebels from his body like a work of art, and the slender helmet sprayed around. The small fragments at high speed burned the faces of enemies who dared to approach, causing them to melt from the inside.

All this was so fast that when it was over, the blood hadn't had time to stain the ground red.

Then, the thing that caused all of this disappeared, as if it had never appeared or slaughtered.