Orc Tyrant

His big dark green face did not show any reaction to this unexpectedly easy entry. If it weren't for a slow chill of fear spreading throughout the body of the special warfare boss when the closed door was opened, it would have looked funny.

He raised his sword in both hands and entered a defensive position.

He knew that there were no more bullets in the gun, and every bullet was consumed on the dregs. In the process of completely occupying the sewage treatment plant, they encountered resistance beyond imagination.

Originally he thought that the task was over, but Kundera asked them to enter the already closed pipeline of the sewage treatment plant first and clear a smooth road-as for where the road leads, Kundera did not explain.

Extra tasks mean greater risks. Ur doesn't want to take such risks. He is not an arrogant kid, but the price offered by the other party makes him unable to refuse.

A fully modified armored truck can give them a perfect mobile base for the war gang.

The initial assumption was that there must be a lot of trouble in the cement pipes of these black holes, but in fact they have not yet encountered a rival.

Ur also found no evidence of their existence.

All this confirmed his certain suspicions-Xiami who was defending the ground didn't seem to step into this place, so what are they guarding?

Everything seems to be going well, but the anxiety emanating from the depths of the pipeline cannot be ignored.

Some inhuman things seemed to peep at him in the invisible darkness, and Ur trusted his instinct, or instinct.

"This place is strange."

He smelled the air, but smelled the odor of rotten wood and rotten leaves, so he turned on the searchlight on his shoulder vigilantly, and the other boys did the same, thereby dispelling part of the thick darkness.

Soon, Ur felt the surrounding smell changed, turning into a faint, sweet smell, which gave him an unappetizing aroma in his nostrils and the roots of his throat.

In such a confined environment, it was surprising enough, but he was too focused on the smell he was looking for, and he didn't come up with such thoughts.

"What's that smell?"

Hagrid smelled it too, and he murmured for the first time.

"Xia Mi is messing up in this place."

The nervous guy in the team almost twitched and said that when he was speaking, he kept rolling his eyes, as if something was circling above his head.

"There are dead heads in the walls."

As soon as these words came out, the special warfare boys immediately moved closer to him, as if he were a beacon in the darkness.

Their armor was still splashed with clots and blood, proving that the battle was not long before the end.

Only the courageous (professed) Hagrid is still wielding his big gun. The other boys have given up their guns and switched to melee weapons. In the relatively narrow underground drainage pipes, melee weapons are more effective. They feel safe.

Because of previous encounters, this is the reason why the neurosis followed them, and Ur agreed to bring these unstable neuroses.

The previous battles with the blood worshipers made him realize the dangers of the witchcraft techniques used by the shrimps. Those battles also showed Ur the weaknesses of those who are on the other side of the material boundary. The power of charity is the same. The meaning of rewards given by an angry and gratuitous warlord.

Demons, evil stars, and monsters.

But so.

"Dead heads... everywhere... dead heads..."

There was a dull grunt from underneath the nerve boy's skull cap, and he was concentrating his psychic energy.

Afterwards, a green light gleamed briefly from his eyes, and the halo above his head expanded significantly.

As the light touched Ur, he felt his tight muscles stretch, and his body, which had been exhausted due to the long battle, also gained fresh strength.

A little bit, not all.

"Spread, stay vigilant, put the gun where you can touch it, but don't rush to fire. If you collapse on your own person, I will deduct his salary... Turn your head around, Hagrid! I'm talking about you! "

"Oh oh oh..."

Hagrid seemed very perfunctory, and the special warfare boys were far away from him.

"There seems to be light ahead, so pay attention."

Unconsciously, they have been walking for more than an hour, because there is no specific map, they can only walk by feeling.

A gleam of light in the darkness made Ur vigilant. There seemed to be a huge space in front of him, and the light was shining through an arch.

With the tip of the knife pointed forward, Ur stepped into the arch carefully, but immediately felt suffocated.

The pungent stench was terrifying, and his nose seemed to be filled with rotting flowers.

He tightened his throat, his eyes were moist, and his body had an allergic reaction that his super physiology shouldn't have because of the disgusting fragrance.

With every step he took, the reaction deteriorated rapidly.

The neuroboy's psychic aura was shrinking, and he walked up the **** with a heavy and slow pace, and then he was forced to face the inclined stairs and began to retire twice.

Had it not been for the guy on the side to stretch out his hand, he would have knelt on the ground.

A sweet pain was conceived in his chest cavity, which could not remove a single molecule in the mist that filled his nasal cavity.

The stuttering and coughing scratched his ears, telling him that his team was also suffering.

Ur took out a mask from the back of his waist, which was used by the mechanics. He thought it might be used, so he would carry it with him when fighting.

As soon as I put on a mechanic mask, the irritating smell diminished, but was replaced by unpleasant rancid mushrooms—but at least tolerable.

Ur, raised his head, his eyes widened.

In this gloomy ground, there was a garden full of tiny, sharp, deep purple flowers.

Around the garden are many mirrors, flashing in a delightful pattern.

Small decorations of flame and metal hung on the wall, bursting out of gold, purple and white.

Gravity and time seem to have become dull, expelled from the real world, ecstatic emotions beating on everything, like pollinating insects enjoying a gluttonous feast.

There are no traces of humans here.

Instead, the front of each mirror is occupied by a shining tentacle.

There are hundreds of them here.

Each one was supple and slack, about the thickness of a person's torso, with twisted human faces and desperate claws pressing on the translucent flesh.

Ur felt his face loosened with horror and disgust, and nothing he had experienced so far had prepared him for it.

In the center of the garden, the shivering tentacles were concentrated on a fountain emitting pink mist.

Scaly glue oozes from around some of the tentacles that are still attached to the humanoid wreckage to the captain's throne, and the golden military emblem of the New California Republic sinks into the creature's slimy face, like a mocking imprint.

The two heads, feet, and eyes were trembling there, unbelievable, but instinctively they could recognize that they once belonged to humans.

You are here.

He seemed to be talking.

The corrupted thing gurgled, and the inexplicable sensory stimulation rippled with its tentacles.

"I didn't expect to have visitors so soon, how pleasant it is."

A disgusting sound spread through the core body of the jelly, and a mass of mucus covering it twitched with a greasy electric current.

"Oh, powerful Majesty Guk, the prince of the Masked Ball has asked me to greet you and apologize here. He promises you that you will find a lot of fun."