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Chapter 2215 Orc Curse Chapter 77
The Barbarian King Lothar unleashed a sweeping attack, shattering Muta's body. The strange sensation caused Lothar's hand to pause for a moment, but only for a second. He then clenched his hammer-like fist and crushed the nearest multi-horned beastman.

The splattered blood brought the stunned multi-horned beastmen back to their senses, their eyes bloodshot, and they roared with fury.

The first multi-horned beastman charged toward the barbarian king Lothar, and then, like toppled dominoes, the multi-horned beastmen of the Sandrak clan poured toward Lothar, who stood in the center.

Facing the strongest clan, the barbarian king Lothar moved with ease, his arms his most powerful weapons, smashing, slashing, and stabbing, each strike inflicting severe damage on a multi-horned beastman.

Multi-horned beastmen below level 100 were instantly crushed, while those above level 100 could barely survive the attack.

Only a Beastmaster of the same level could stop or hinder Lothar the Barbarian King.

"Lothar, you're insane!"

Of the four multi-horned orcs in the Sandrak clan, the Power Orc King, who possessed characteristics of various strength-type orcs, withstood a blow from the Barbarian King Lothar, roaring in fury.

"Didn't you tolerate the Gianthoof Tribe? Why did you carry out such a massacre against the Sandrak Clan! Have you betrayed them?"

King Lothar did not answer. The hysterical screams of the high priest, who had risen from the fire, mingled with the prayers of the Great Beast God.

"You are a traitor, you have betrayed us! Kill him!"

The overwhelming prayers aimed at the rebels came crashing down, but the barbarian king Lothar used the added weight of this pressure to punch away the powerful multi-horned beast king.

The pressure exerted only made his punches more ferocious and heavy, unstoppable.

"Come on, come on!"

The multi-horned beastmen had bloodshot eyes and bulging veins, revealing a ferocious state. Their bodies had not changed much, but their aura was like that of wild beasts that had gone out of control.

But savagery and brute force alone cannot defeat the battle-hardened Lothar. The multi-horned beastmen surging in from all directions only make it easier for Lothar to deal with them.

Dressed in a chef's uniform, Muta stood like a ghost among the fallen corpses of the multi-horned orcs, watching the barbarian king Lothar's unstoppable momentum. His laughter carried a light, helpless tone, as if he had only encountered a trivial matter in life.

"Seriously, isn't this guy going to solo us?"

Blood of the Evil God is indeed an incredibly powerful ingredient; just one ounce can rapidly increase the level of any monster. Of course, most monsters cannot withstand 100% pure Blood of the Evil God.

Therefore, it needs to be diluted with life. This is not a metaphor or analogy, but a simple description. The blood of the evil god erodes life while being diluted by life, reducing its purity and thus its toxicity.

Of course, the blood of an evil god is not a cheap substance that can be obtained easily by diluting it.

Only individuals with similar characteristics have the possibility of safe consumption; the simplest example is the predation between Titan hybrids.

He never considered that the Titan hybrids were simply a natural disaster to achieve their goal of disrupting order. An absolute external threat would only make all intelligent groups put aside their differences and unite as one to fight against it.

The cannibalistic beastmen were an unexpected bonus. The taboo of cannibalism and the addictive madness placed the cannibalistic beastmen in a delicate position where they could withstand the blood of evil gods diluted by the lives of their own kind.

However, the ghouls they had lured were far too weak, and it was unclear when they could be strengthened to a point where they could be of any use. Just when even he was getting anxious, a special individual emerged among the ghouls they had lured. Unlike the other ghouls with their blood-red fur, this one was a hybrid with multiple horns on its face, possessing various beastman characteristics, and its rationality far surpassed that of the other ghouls.

The orc called himself Sandrak, and then everything in the orcish region unfolded around him.

[Multi-ethnic mix] [extremely high status accumulated over the years] [power]... These elements presented him with a scene of order collapsing like a magnificent building with its key supporting pillars removed.

So he served the ghouls who had consumed the blood of the evil god to the Sandrak clan's table. Just as Mighty Brick gained the trust of the herbivorous beastmen through his cooking, he also gained the trust of the ghouls through his cooking.

Although there are some differences between the two, who cares?

“Delicious food can indeed bring happiness, trust, and hope, but like justice and evil, these can change depending on one’s perspective.”

"If you were to defeat them all, I would be in a real predicament."

Muta stood ramrod straight, his left hand behind his back, his right hand nimbly raised and stretched out, and with a flick of his right palm, the menacing cleaver transformed into a plate of steaming roasted meat.

After elegantly presenting her masterpiece, she then served the food to the guests in an incredibly rude and casual manner. With a flick of her wrist, Muta caused the scalding hot roast meat to land on the face of the seemingly dying multi-horned beastman.

The multi-horned beastman struggled for a moment, seemingly given one last bite by the roasted meat, but soon a strange, greedy chewing sound rang out, like a traveler wandering in the desert, about to die of thirst, greedily sucking up the life force from the meat.

The multi-horned beastman's collapsed sternum was forcibly pulled up by muscles and reconnected as if welded, and a torrent of fiery life burst forth, instantly bringing the multi-horned beastman from the brink of death to the peak of life.

Muta took a step back and walked among the fallen multi-horned beastmen, pouring out plates of strange roasted meat, which revived the multi-horned beastmen one by one in the deliciousness.

When the stored roasted meat ran out, Muta used fresh ingredients on the spot. With his strange white bone-colored cleaver, he chopped the meat off the banquet table. The best meat only needed simple processing to retain its original flavor and become a fine dish.

In the blink of an eye, the multi-horned beastmen who had been defeated by the barbarian king Lothar were resurrected. Their wounds healed, their torn muscles regenerated and became stronger, and their broken bones became harder and even broke through their skin to grow into bone spurs.

The glossy fur, acquired through a life of luxury, stood up like steel needles, making the beast's glaring eyes appear even more ferocious.

They stared at Lothar the Barbarian King with bloodshot eyes, letting out meaningless roars, and pulling bones of the ghouls from the table to use as weapons against him.

At this moment, the multi-horned beastmen of the name Sandrak hunched their backs and assumed an attacking posture, like vicious demons from hell, while the prayers recited by the high beast priests were the whispers of these demons.

The barbarian king Lothar raised his hand and grasped the thick flagpole beside him, which bore the insignia of the Sandrak clan. He pulled it up forcefully and used it as a weapon, displaying an imposing aura.

"Alright, my noble multi-horned hybrids of the Sandrak clan, listen to my magical incantation that brings courage." Muta spread his arms wide, an outsider, yet Lothar the Barbarian King's only enemy.

"We weren't wrong; we just did what everyone wanted to do."

As soon as the words were spoken, the multi-horned hybrids roared and surged towards the barbarian king Lothar like a tidal wave.

(End of this chapter)