Orc Tyrant

Fright, horror, doubt, anger.

Silas listened to the Prince's words, and all these emotions surged in him.

Together with the eight other Shadow Councillors of the Shadow Council, he stood in the depths of the Shadow King's Court, on the labyrinth of spirals in the private chamber of Diego.

The dappled afternoon sun cut the darkness in the room, but all he could feel was the depressive darkness approaching. It was difficult for him to believe what he had just heard. If it weren't for the shadow to say himself, he would definitely kill. Death to anyone who dared to make this rebellious falsehood.

From where he stood on the spiral, he could see the expressions of several other shadow guards.

Nutans frowned melancholy, clenched his fists, beside him, Francis gritted his teeth, their emotions made the black chip on the floor tremble.

Arid seemed calm, but the vibrating veins beneath his face showed his grief.

The two brothers of the Shadow Warlock Merovinga were also shocked, their bodies shrouded in a halo, and sparks burst from their fingertips.

Necromancer Clovis looked terrified, his pale face was distorted by the heavy and unimaginable fact, and it looked like he was undergoing a torture.

Silas expected something unbelievable to happen. He had had a foreboding for months, knowing that when Diego was immersed in the private library and the underground chamber, he must conceal a terrible secret.

"This shouldn't be."

Nutans said that he was the first person to stand up.

"Dear you, this...this is a wrong decision."

Usually, any night blade would never dream of saying this to the Shadow Prince (later called the Shadow King), but today’s matter is simply ridiculous, and those words have already fallen on Silas’ lips. Nutans moved faster.

"grown ups."

Francis also stood up, his opposition even made Diego can't help but frown, because this servant is so loyal on weekdays that he can even die for him, but today...

"But let me ask again, is this the only way?"

"Why do you doubt me, my sharp edge?"

Diego’s voice is as deep as a cello, and his face is thinner and thinner than in the past, and even looks a little haggard and haggard. The hot eyes of the past have also turned into dark gems, which will only sparkle in the deepest darkness. Faint light.

"My lord, I will always follow your orders, but to cast this witchcraft requires a deal with the most terrifying existence in the vast ocean. The names of those creatures translate as...demons."

Diego sighed, the other party's remarks seemed to make him very disappointed.

"In my long life, the knowledge I have is almost all-encompassing, Francis, don't pretend about things that you don't know. I know better than anyone that'devil' is nothing but a vocabulary fabricated by those superficial fools. Long ago... …I have encountered the existence in the vast ocean. At first I mistaken it for the devil in mythology, but then I gradually realized that they are vast and unparalleled intelligent existences. In the face of their vast sea of ​​power, the most in our world The bright stars are also dwarfed."

Such heretical remarks sounded so harsh to Silas. One of their important missions as secret guards in the past was to wipe out the heretical corrosion within the empire.

As if aware of Silas' frustration, Diego turned his head and stared at him with cold eyes.

"This kind of existence... can be traded with, and I might as well tell you that the empire did similar things very early. How do you think Wuqiu and the portal in the palace came from?"

"Excuse me for disrespect, my lord, what else is needed for such a powerful existence?"

Nutans asked back, and the others could already feel the anger on the Shadow King being accumulating.

"Can you really be sure that we can have the upper hand in such a transaction?"

"We have no choice!"

With a blink of an eye, he was approaching in front of Nutans, his face slightly distorted with anger, and with a hint of...hungry that was hard to hide.

"Ok has put the knife on our necks! The empire is now surrounded by enemies, the beasts are becoming stronger, and the traitors have been instigating the vacillating nobles... We can't put all our power into entanglement with Ouk. Fighting! The empire needs some breathing time."

The next moment, he floated back to his throne like a breeze, but his shoulders were drooping, like a man waiting for the executioner to drop his sword.

He was silent, waiting for his subordinates to calm down and regain their senses.

"grown ups."

The shadow warlock who had been silent all the time stood up, and he hid his face in the veil, and the only thing that could prove his identity was the shiny seal on his finger.

He is Faramond Merovinga, the elder of the two brothers.

"That ceremony required unimaginable dedication, and I'm not even sure if it is feasible."

"It must be possible! Faramond, immediately transport all the prisoners collected to the Birtville Mountains."

Diego finally lost all patience and gave the order directly.

Nutans' hands trembled unconsciously, and Diego's indifference to life frightened him.

"My lord! That's 30,000 souls! The cost of spending so many lives...too high."

Nutans knelt down in front of Diego and pleaded loudly.

"If we don't do anything, what will be the price, Nutans?"

With the shadow king gently waved his hand, the door of the dark room suddenly opened, casting cold light from the aisle into the hall.

"I have decided, and the ceremony will be carried out in three days! Summon the Lord of Strangulation!"

"Yes."

Most people still understood Diego's thoughts, only Nutans was always desperate, maybe his soul was shattered as early as the dawn of Cusconar.

After everyone left, Diego slumped back to his throne. He stayed for a while, and then suddenly covered his face with his hands.

"forgive me……"

When his hand was put down, he looked more withered and weak, and even the long hair of the shawl was like a lifeless weed.

Slowly, the silver-gray veins climbed from his neck to his face, and his expression gradually became ferocious, but it also became weaker.

He raised his right hand and gently pressed a ghost statue next to the throne.

In the low sound of mechanical transmission, his throne slowly descended, descending to the depths of the dark room.

He stood up with difficulty, pushed open the closed door, and stumblingly supported the wall all the way to the depths. When he opened the last door, his dim eyes suddenly flashed.

This is a purgatory. In the spacious rectangular chamber, you can see various types of terrible torture instruments everywhere. Each of them is mottled with blood. Broken bones and minced meat are embedded between sharp blades and spikes, which brings a pungent smell of blood. .

Diego took a deep breath, and the gray on his face receded quite a bit.

Seeing him walking in, several figures immediately stood facing him and knelt down. They all wore white doctor robes, but they were contaminated with blood like butcher’s work clothes. Many iron hooks hung around their waists. Everyone’s Masks made of human skin are all worn on their faces.

They are called Hooker, and they are one of Diego's darkest secrets.

"I'm hungry...fast!"

His voice at this time was as rough as a beast about to go mad. Hearing what he said, the guttographer left and pushed a bald middle-aged man whose limbs were tied to the bed from the side door.

"Ah, Mayor Vicia, a rare acquaintance."

After seeing the tearful man, Diego showed a wicked smile. He stepped forward and flicked the other's fleshy face, and then took off the opponent's mouth ball.

"Everyone thought you went to New California with the embezzled imperial property."

"Please! I have given all the property to the Queen! Prince! I really didn't keep a penny! Really!"

"Yes, you did a great job, I won't kill you."

Diego laughed, although his smile was so permeating in this environment.

"That, that..."

"I have one last thing, I hope you can help."

"What, what."

Diage snapped his fingers, and the Gastroenterologists immediately erected the bed board and let the man face him.

He turned around and took out a sharp scalpel from a vessel filled with pale yellow liquid.

"It is said that this medicine can make people feel the sensation of marching ants squirming under the skin..."

He took the knife and slowly approached the trembling fat mayor with a harmless smile.

"...So, please, scream."

This story may be more cryptic. If you don't understand, you can ask questions in the comment area.