Orc Tyrant

After barely making a clean space, Bruce entered the password on the exposed interface, and pressed his fingers a few times on the button stained with air-dried blood. Then the huge holographic projector started to operate, showing the last image projected before— -Located in a sea area more than two hundred nautical miles southeast of Cusconar.

Bruce closed the video and called out the current sea area map. From the above, it can be clearly seen that the fleet has begun to reorganize, but the number is only less than half of the original.

Two of the projection modules are still stained with blood, staining the holographic image with blood red.

"He hasn't always been like this."

"No one."

Bruce didn't realize that his voice was as subtle as a whisper.

"I mean Prince Shadow, he hasn't always been like this. Master Fan Haixin once had a tolerant view of people and things. We are all willing to be loyal to him. Now, seeing him become like this, we..."

As he said, the old man suddenly coughed a few times, and a few drops of blood splashed on the round table, but the old man ignored it.

"This room is a manifestation of his inner madness. His mind is slowly being swallowed by some power. Only with these crazy actions can he barely fill the void in his heart..."

Bruce didn't say a word when he was speaking, until a few minutes later, he whispered:

"No insight? Old man, no cunning rebuttal? No wise advice? Are you not the closest person to him in the whole world?"

The warlock swallowed his saliva and breathed slowly under the mask.

"He is on the same path as all of you, Bruce, but he is one step closer to the end because he wants to save more people, and one day you will become like him."

"It won't be me, and don't say that he is hopeless, he still has a noble side in his heart, and he still has strong power."

"Oh, I know."

Yaninping compared the corpse and was surprised by Bruce's words.

"He is not always so bad, he...he has been in pain for a few months. His dream is a cold barren, polluted by doubts. He knows that his enemy is not only Ok. There is also the dark power that is immersing the entire world, Bruce, he has always known that the pain caused by this incident far exceeds your imagination. This pressure is a frenzy that shocks reason."

Bruce shook his head.

"He told me about this once, did he tell you when the dark hour will come?"

"He has."

The Black Knight easily controlled his shock, he never thought that Prince Shadow would share this easily.

"Did he tell you the specific content?"

"No."

"Then why do your cataract eyeballs still look worried? Old man, if this is true, why did he disappear for two months, so close to the edge of death? He doesn't know what virtue this broken country has become. ?"

Bruce almost yelled at the last sentence.

"I don't believe in fate, prophet or prophecy. Although Van Helsing has vision and wisdom, he is still an idiot."

Yaninping wisely said nothing, and at the same time the door opened again, and a warrior with a skull mask appeared at the entrance.

His helmet is decorated with bat wings like Bruce, and there are many chains attached to the armor. Each chain is followed by a skull. Some belong to Ouke, most of which are human.

"Sir."

The new visitor greeted Bruce and walked into the room.

"Towa."

Bruce responded that they didn't make any gestures that seemed necessary to others, such as hugging or shaking hands. They just stared at each other for a long time, until Tova took off his helmet.

"You look like you forgot to stop and rest after you died."

"Some people always say that to me, what about other submarines?"

"Most of them are still scrap iron. It really makes people wonder why they haven't dissipated after being so fiercely attacked by the virtual spirits."

Tova looked inside the room, his black eyes narrowed.

"I haven't had any reason to be the flagship for a long time, Bruce. I found out that after my last visit, the Prince seemed to have refurbished this place."

"Indeed, we will discuss this issue when everyone else arrives."

Tova nodded and glanced at Yaninping.

"Fuck off, Warlock, people who are more important than you have to talk here."

"Just ignore him."

Bruce knocked on the table, drawing the other's attention back to him.

"Just let him stay, he won't cause any impact anyway."

"You feel softened, Bruce."

The black knight bowed exaggeratedly.

"I don't know what you are talking about, but I have always been a very kind person."

Tova snorted, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"It's nice to see you again, brother."

Bruce didn't know how to respond. The sentimentality in other people's words always surprised him. He didn't know why they were always talking about it, so he didn't respond at all, which made another member of Shadow Blade. Turn your attention to the holographic projector.

"At least one-third of the combat power is better than I expected."

"This is a good start."

Bruce didn't miss the tension in Tovar's black eyes. He was from Gramatian, but the operation changed everyone the same.

"Say it."

After a brief silence, Bruce spoke:

"I hope that the new action is not carried out in lies and deception. This is not a good way to lead."

Tova nodded.

"I think that's why you want me to come here? That's what I want to ask, brother, we shouldn't be in charge of the navy."

"80% of it is because I want to take my few friends to enjoy the beach and the sun instead of staying in a dark cave like a cave."

"Bruce, stop making trouble."

The black knight was still looking at the tactical display, the fluorescent light from it shining blue on his face.

"Because I trust you and your lying skills are really bad. I like this. We need a new action to redeem this loss."

Tova's face was sullen, and the twist between his lips and teeth showed obvious malice. None of the members of Shadow Blade had a smile that had anything to do with grace.

"The loss has been done, and it is irreparable."

Bruce’s answer was interrupted by the sound of the door opening. The new visitor obviously entered the room more cautiously than Tova. His horned helmet swung his gaze between the two company commanders, and had nothing to do with the hanging corpse. Passionate.

"Bruce."

He nodded to the people inside.

"And Towa."

"Opheel, come in, this is not your tea shop, there is no need to say these courtesy."

He took his name as a sign of welcome, and when he entered the room, his hand was only a palm away from his side weapon. Opheel was careful not to touch the corpse, and would rather stand aside rather than be as direct as Tovar. Let the corpse hang on his shoulders.

"I have to admit that I have no idea why I was called here."

"It's for this messy status quo."

Bruce replied:

"Others will be here soon. We have to start planning an operation. Based on the intelligence from the New California Republic, I believe there will be a big harvest waiting for us."

"What is the goal?"

Thor asked cautiously, Bruce zoomed in on the holographic map again and again, and then pointed his finger at a place thousands of miles away.

"Fan Jili."