Orc Tyrant - Chapter 1138

Originally full of light, now there is only darkness.

The dying heat was pulsating rapidly in his veins. Although the cursed bitterness was expected, it was so unpleasant at this time.

This is what he already knew would happen to him.

This is the inevitable consequence of childish trust in the goodwill in human hearts.

Death filled his mind, blood stained his teeth, and a **** smell filled his nose.

Everything is like yesterday, the memories of those past years have been buried alive in his mind-the dark night shrouded all year long occasionally flashed by lightning, and everyone remained silent because of fear.

Then, light and hope came out of this rancid darkness and promised a bright future.

But now, the vision of the future pierces his mind like a light spear, smashing that hope…

The world is struggling with death, a huge black and red eyes are watching the blazing flames, all creatures are fighting under the scarlet sky.

A black bat fell from the sky.

The scene of the end of the destruction of everything flashed like a walking light in the eyes of his soul, and he cried out in pain.

Many voices sounded in his brain.

He heard his name, the name given to him by his mother, and the name given to him by his people under the surveillance of darkness and terror.

Diego, Prince of Shadows.

The bitter tears mixed with blood stung his eyes.

He opened his eyes, the illusion in his brain dissipated, and the real world came back to him, and then turned his head to look in the direction of the sounds calling his name.

Faces twisted with fear stared at him, their mouths murmured something, and they kept vomiting out.

But this is no longer novel, he is indifferent to this scene, and the sounds he heard in the hallucinations have filled his brain.

What kind of scene will be so terrible? What kind of things can evoke such horror?

He suddenly realized that he was sitting on someone.

He looked down, and the man was still alive and gasping.

It was a man wrapped in a torn officer’s uniform. Some of his hair and a few shimmering teeth were scattered on the ground. A broken arm was lying on a nearby chair.

Splashes of blood all over the walls.

The man was fatally wounded and was bleeding.

Suddenly he realized that he had hurt the man who fell under him, that he was dismembering each other to obtain the pleasure of torture.

He raised his hands, clenched his fists, and blood dripped from his fingers.

He heard someone calling his name again, so he looked up.

It was a man in a rumpled military uniform with a black and white coat of arms on his right chest.

He also knows this person…

“Diago!”

Mountbatten shouted in shock and anger.

“What have you done!”

Diago glanced at the surviving man on the ground, then stood up, patted the clothes indifferently, and shook off the blood on it.

He ignored the eyes of the people around him looking at the monster, but walked to a flooded screen by himself, which showed the scene where two huge machines were fighting the Uk army.

“This is not enough…”

Suddenly, a drop of blood bead hit the screen, blooming a deep black flower.

Diago froze for a few seconds, then touched his upper lip and looked at the blood on his fingertips, he sighed.

“Time is running out.”

“Prince Shadow!”

Behind him, Mountbatten, who had been ignored, suddenly pulled out the pistol in his waist and aimed it at his back.

“You have to pay the price for your crimes, he just talked to you, but you almost killed him! You madman!”

Diego was unmoved, just staring at the screen.

Mountbatten almost blew his lungs. From the beginning, he had no affection on the rumours of murderous and sadistic people. If it was not for Bronz’s vigorous promotion, he would not choose to cooperate with such a guy at all.

In his view, the shadow prince and blood worship are all the same thing.

“stop!”

On the occasion of a desperate attack, Bronze rushed out of the crowd and held Mountbatten’s hand holding the gun.

“Don’t be impulsive, this is just an accident…”

“accident?”

Mountbatton glared at his friend.

“He almost pulled out the poor man’s heart with his hand. Is this also an accident?”

“Listen to me, don’t be impulsive.”

Browns stepped forward and whispered:

“There is a curse on him, all this is not from his original intention, and now we must be consistent with the outside world.”

“How can I believe this is not an excuse?”

“because……”

Diago suddenly turned around, using his fingertips to gently pinch the barrel aimed at his face, and then wanted to draw a cigarette from the cigarette case, very freely pulling the barrel of the Mountbatten pistol from the gun body Came out.

“You don’t really think this thing can kill people.”

“you–“

Before Mombaton spoke the second word, Diago threw the barrel and walked towards the gate on one side.

“I want to be quiet alone, you guys will deploy well, the decisive battle is coming soon, this will be a war beyond your brain’s cognition.”

“Wait–“

Mountbatten was unwilling to stop, but Bronze immediately held him.

“You have someone send him to heal first, I will talk to Diego, and this war will be indispensable to him.”

He looked at the thin back bitterly, Mountbatten snorted, turned around and arranged for the medical staff to carry the injured officer out, and the blood on the ground was still so scarlet.

Bronz sighed and caught up with Diego.

Diago, who had returned to his own room, suddenly fell to his chair as if he had been drained of energy.

He stared blankly at the ceiling, like a lifeless puppet, and his pupils gradually focused only a minute later.

Then he drew a stack of cards from the cabinet and spread them on the table.

The dark room was dark, and only the dazzling blue light from the desk lamp was like an island of light floating in the dark ocean.

Diego didn’t care about his surroundings, and completely ignored what happened before.

A set of old playing cards was placed on the wooden table with soft light in front of him. The edges of the playing cards were worn and curled because they had been flipped and rehearsed for more than a decade.

The earliest this was just a family game popular among the wealthy class of Cusconal, but the wizards also regarded these card changes as a kind of divination.

These cards are obviously corresponding to the social class of the ancient times, and different cards depict different images: samurai, priest, businessman and worker.

In ancient beliefs, the future can be interpreted according to the card types played by the card row.

But in this gloomy era, such traditions have long since become obsolete.

In the deathly silence, Diego flicked his fingertips.

But no matter how persistently he repeatedly flipped and rehearsed his cards on the polished surface of the wooden table, he always got the same set of cards.

The moon, martyrs and monsters, these three cards form a triangle.

And the card he had just placed at the top of the deck, the card that has barely changed over the centuries-although the meaning it represents is often misunderstood, it can never be mistaken.

death.

Suddenly, the silence was broken. Footsteps sounded beside him.

Diego raised his head and saw Bronze approaching him.

The wizard was wearing a light gray military uniform and a gleaming black cloak for ceremonies.

His hat looked like a skull-like mask, and there was a small metal incense burner exuding mist on his waist.

“The wanderer sent a message that the plan was very successful. They blocked Guk and are now trying to wipe him out.”

Diago suddenly smiled somberly.

“Is this enough?”

“It seems to be the case, but I have also recently felt a surge of a vast ocean, which means that a large army is approaching us through the void…The plan to worship the blood has accelerated.”

“What I asked you is, is this enough to kill Guk?”

“The wanderer is the strongest Titan, it—”

“You humans always show your incurable essence when they should not be arrogant.”

Diago said that the cards placed on the table were swept away, revealing a translucent document ~ www.mtlnovel.com ~ Guk arranged at least three Apocalypse-level war machines nearby, and More than twenty super war machines are on standby, and they can quickly enter the battlefield by teleport at any time. “

Bronz’s eyes widened and hesitantly said:

“This is true?”

“What do you think.”

Diego threw the document into the other’s arms, then got up from the chair, turned around and walked to a dark red curtain, and pushed it gently away.

A small shrine appeared behind the curtain. The shrine enshrined a special-shaped **** with a burning sword and a roaring sky, and below was a bronze wine glass.

“Your task is only to force out its hole cards, only me…”

Diego picked up the wine glass, and then picked up the ceremonial dagger next to it, and then hit it lightly, making a crisp clinking sound.

“…In order to really end it.”

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