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Chapter 2216 Orc Curse Chapter 78
"Ha, haha~ That's really something~ As expected~"

Muta's laughter was ever-changing, and no one could understand its true meaning, but this time his laughter was somewhat unnatural and stiff.

His rhythm was shattered by the sound of an engine bathed in the blood of the enemy, standing atop corpses, radiating fierce heat, breathing as if it were overheated and about to explode, yet remaining steadfast and unyielding, as if forged from steel.

The strongest in the open within a group, incredibly powerful yet constrained by bureaucratic red tape, forced to tolerate the corruption within the group's upper echelons—all these settings almost all mean one thing: death.

Just like the idea that "after this battle, you'll go home and get married," powerful individuals who fit all these criteria, like the last guardian deity, will be "sacrificed" to highlight the enemy's strength and the horror of the crisis.

Whether it's mindlessly reducing combat effectiveness or intelligence, or being tragically killed by one's own people, death is almost always the inevitable solution for the strongest, making way for the villains and also for the protagonists.

He never called routines routines; he called them the necessary outcome of all the elements surrounding them. Hundreds of multi-horned hybrids of the Sandrak clan, standing at the pinnacle of the orcs, four beast kings, and more than a dozen beast generals, enhanced by flesh and blood containing the blood factor of the evil god, plus the enhanced state brought by the dishes made by the chef profession, and the prayers of nearly a hundred high beast god priests attacking in turn, the death of the barbarian king Lothar, who was creating the crisis, was already inevitable.

But what he saw was the barbarian king Lothar single-handedly fighting against hundreds of horned hybrids without falling behind. Although the horned orcs still had an overwhelming number of them, he could already see the signs of defeat.

The multi-horned hybrids in Lothar's army are nothing more than a pack of wild dogs—dangerous and requiring careful handling, but nothing more.

If the orcs here are all wiped out by King Lothar, that won't do.

"Lack of conviction? A beast that merely vents its violence cannot defeat a warrior who fights to the death." Muta chuckled twice, picked up the remains of a multi-horned beastman from the ground, and handed them to a multi-horned beastman who was panting.

"Eat it."

"What!?" The multi-horned beastman was stunned. Even in his nearly out-of-control state, he instinctively abhorred eating his own kind.

His previous revelry at the banquet was largely due to his genuine belief in the "excuse," a sentiment shared by most multi-horned beastmen. It was precisely because they truly believed this that they took their enjoyment for granted.

If they really resisted, then there was nothing Miuta could do, but he heard swallowing sounds coming from the multi-horned beastman's throat and could feel his breathing becoming rapid.

The potency of the evil god's blood, after being processed and cooked, has also decreased significantly, but it has not disappeared. It is more like it has gone into hibernation and needs to be awakened step by step by something.

"Don't you want to have a nobler bloodline?"

"A more noble bloodline!?"

The multi-horned beastman's crimson pupils trembled. The noble bloodline he was born with meant that he was born into an unchangeable class.

"This is not communal eating, nor is it a sin; it is an invitation to a nobler stage. Besides, you are about to die, and only by eating this piece of flesh can you heal your injuries."

"If you die, then there's no point in living."

An excuse is like a key to unlock the shackles of the beast within; even just hearing it can release those shackles.

The multi-horned beastman's pupils dilated instantly, turning his blood-red eyes pitch black, and his fur turned blood-red from the roots.

Then, it opened its blood-red maw and bit down on it as if it wanted to tear Muta's arm to pieces.

Muta dodged away in an instant, and the multi-horned beastman crouched down with his back to him, a series of eerie creaking sounds coming from behind him.

It had already begun to feed on the remains before the multi-horned hybrid even started to gnaw on them; in fact, it had been feeding on them for a long time, but its mind didn't see it that way.

Along with the chewing sounds came a twisting and changing of flesh; the swift beastman's body quickly swelled and became deformed. But before it could complete its transformation, the barbarian king Lothar broke free from the entanglement of the multi-horned beast kings and charged forward, shattering the multi-horned beastman who was eating communally with a single blow, and then rushed towards Muta.

There was no need for Muta to say anything more.

The multi-horned beastmen opened their mouths one by one, greedily welcoming the scattered blood. Their fur was stained red from the roots, and their flesh twisted and swelled.

But they neither went mad nor went berserk; instead, they greedily licked their fangs. Perhaps the multi-horned hybrids truly possessed some special quality, and this special quality led to their depravity, transforming them into elegant communal eaters.

The mental shackles that restrained their evil thoughts were completely broken after they admitted their own depravity, and the change in their appearance was like an exchange between man and his inner beast.

The most terrifying changes were to the already incredibly powerful Multihorn King and Multihorn General. Their bodies continued to enlarge and grow to the size of small giants. Some grew multiple arms, while others split their heads into multiple heads.

The area where the mountains converged, beneath the Great Beast God's Goblet of Fire, had transformed into a living hell, where demons danced wildly.

The high priests stared in disbelief at the scene before them, seemingly unable to comprehend what was happening. Only the elderly high priest lay prostrate on the ground, greedily and eagerly licking the blood from the ground.

"I want to live! I want to live! I'm Sandrak! How can I only live to be a hundred? I want to live!"

That distorted, alien form was, in the eyes of the high priest, a hope for longevity.

This disgraceful appearance made the other high priests of the beast god waver. Muta appeared behind the high priest at some point, squatted down, and rested his chin on his hand.

“The average lifespan of the Sandrak clan is several hundred years, but it seems you’ll die before you’re even a hundred.”

"This is the Great Beast God's fault."

"The Great Beast God's blessing, which prevents you from breaking through the level limit and living even longer, is simply a curse."

"Ultimately, you've become like this because of the Great Beast God's oracle, haven't you?" Muta raised his voice, saying things that made the multi-horned beastmen's corruption seem more natural and stable.

"The Great Beast God's oracle brought famine to this rich land, and it was because of hunger that communal eating came into the beastmen's minds."

"Not only that, because the oracle forcibly severed communication with humanity, you can only live in this limited land and an incomplete civilization. You are unaware of delicious food and do not understand propriety and shame, so you are easily tempted and corrupted!"

"In the end, when you were suffering in your hearts, where was the Great Beast God? Just like now, why doesn't he come to punish you!"

"You may be wrong, but isn't the Great Beast God also wrong?"

As Muta spoke, the distorted horned beastmen roared in response, their postures becoming more stable and controlled.

It was so easy. He only needed to change a few words in what the players who craved violence and crime but were too shy to expose themselves said. It was so simple and easy that he was quite adept at it.

When life is stable, or even affluent, even depravity can be disguised in a grand and respectable way.

Muta looked at the barbarian king Lothar and raised his hand in a gesture.

"Alright, you can move aside now."

(End of this chapter)