Orc Tyrant

"Then why do you never sleep? Black Knight, why do you force yourself to stay awake for weeks? If you don't have a secret, why would the cold blood flowing through your heart wake you up at night when you surrender to sleep?"

Bruce's smile remained cold and motionless, just like the grinning grinning teeth and mouths on the skinned corpses in the room.

He only said a word, which contained neither threats nor emotions, just a whisper from the dead man's mouth.

"Be careful."

Yaningping could only look away. The trembling of his wrist this time could not be entirely attributed to his age.

"Bruce..."

"Ah, so now I am Bruce again, and when you pushed me to the limit of my temper, you decided to show me a little respect."

The black knight approached, the surrounding shadows bend with his movement, as if being oppressed by invisible power. .

When the opponent really approached, the chill of death made Yaningping's eyelids tremble.

He squatted down in front of the sitting old man, his dark eyes staring like a deep hollow in his pale face.

"What did he tell you? What did that abominable tyrant and warlock tell you about this little wizard?"

The old man forced his trembling lips to squeeze out two words.

"the truth."

In the next second, the black knight responded with a grin. It was the smile of a beast, but the smile never appeared in his eyes.

"Do you think I dare not kill you here now?"

"The Shadow Prince will not..."

"He is suffering from Ouke's invasion. Even if he walks into this room now, do you think I will care? You make me sick, old man."

Bruce used his armor-covered claw fingers to prop up the old man's chin. With a gentle twist and a gentle squeeze, this dry, shriveled head would be shattered in the soldier's palm.

"The smell of your slow blood and warm skin, as well as the wailing of the dying old heart in your chest, give me a reason to hurt the killer... And now, you are saying such inconsiderate words."

Then he let go of the old man's head.

"You make it easy to hate you, wizard."

"I can help you, that's why I want to talk to you, I can help you."

But Bruce had already moved his feet to get his helmet, and he was about to leave.

"I don't need your help."

Yaningping cleared his throat, his voice filled with doubts.

"Those potions are no longer useful, are they? The pain caused by forcibly implanting the witchcraft bone marrow can no longer be suppressed."

The other party didn't even look up.

"You don't understand anything, old man."

"You're lying, Bruce, you look at Hanan's power, but you yearn for it."

Bruce put on his black helmet, the wings of the bat were decorated on both sides, the shell was separated by a layer of dark metal, and then his voice became a mechanical, inorganic roar.

"I come from a dead world, revenge is my bone marrow, of course I'm lying, wizard, what else do you think I can do?"

"But Wayne..."

He turned around very, very slowly, and even if he was not wearing a helmet, the neck link of his armor made an uncomfortable noise when he turned his head to face the wizard.

"You have kind..."

He said word by word:

"Tell me to look like that again."

Yaningping looked at the high-ranking member of the Shadow Blade standing next to the humiliated corpse. His face was as pale as if he was also a hanged corpse. The claws on his hands were longer than daggers. .

"Bruce."

Afterwards, Yaningping changed back to the more rusty name.

"Much better, now you have twenty seconds to finish what you need to say."

"Black Army."

"what?"

Yaningping pointed to the newcomer who was trembling on the operating table. The doctors in surgical gowns, or gut masters, had gathered around him. The two of them were on the second floor of the reforming room, just from here. You can overlook the panorama of the operation.

It was a strong young man, maybe a night blade, or just a soldier. He was lying on the cold metal, surrounded by various hissing machines, and his neck and throat had been smeared with antibacterial. The gel, cold raw blue fluorescent light illuminates his pale skin, and many hands treat him as if they were dealing with a corpse rather than a living person.

The surrounding glass containers are filled with various aberrations and growths of flesh and blood, some of which are still twitching, and their use is extremely profane.

"The shadow prince is considering forming a brand new force. I hope you will lead you. You will be the key to future operations."

Bruce didn't reply, but stared at what was happening on the operating table. They had cut the young man's throat and planned to implant some kind of organ into it.

He could smell the scent of fear, and although he was in a semi-consciousness, the person still reported doubts and fears about what might happen.

"what is this."

"A modified implant that can be combined with human vocal cords, when mature, can make them emit a scream that can paralyze most biological nerves. This is only a preliminary modification, and they will accept something similar to yours..."

Yaningping glanced at Bruce, and the other party didn't say anything, but the cloak behind him was gently agitated, and then slowly opened and expanded... until it covered him.

The cloak that hung behind the black armor turned out to be a pair of huge wings shaped like bat wings!

"how many."

"There are two hundred in the plan, and fifty have already been remodeled."

Bruce suddenly let out a low laugh, as if it was the scream of some nocturnal creature.

"Haha, he came up with this after spending months in the Shadow City?"

"No, the Lord is not in the City of Shadows."

Yaning shook his head.

"He hasn't been there for a long time."

"Oh? Where did he go?"

"I don’t know, no one knows where he went. He left from the Shadow City after learning that Ork had attacked the lycanthrope kingdom. Some people speculated that he might be looking to prevent Ork from attacking from the Waka Rainforest. The method of the empire's hinterland."

"He really worries about the country and the people."

On the operating table, something seemed to have happened. The young man began to shake violently while his eyes and mouth were open. He seemed to be making some kind of silent roar. His limbs kicked and beat, knocking many famous gut masters over. On the ground.

Then he sat up, his jaw expanded to an incredible length like a snake, followed by some overclocking sound wave, the surrounding glass burst open, and those in surgical gowns rolled on the ground holding their ears.

Bruce also caught this voice, he listened for a moment, and then nodded.

"interesting……"

Snapped!

Suddenly, there was an explosion, like a water bag filled with water and burst, the young man's throat exploded directly, and the whole head flew high, and then fell to the ground. At that time, his eyes and mouth remained open. .

Bruce put away his wings, turned and walked towards the door.

"Let the recruits come to see me soon."