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Chapter 2217 Orc Curse Chapter 79
The Barbarian King Lothar's pupils trembled, seemingly about to dilate at any moment, but were forcibly held together. The flickering flames in his eyes burned something as fuel, while also sustaining his beating heart.

Even Muta couldn't help but shout.

"Do you really want to die here?"

die?
King Lothar raised his eyes, ripped off the horned ghoul that was biting his neck, tore its hideous face in two, and then casually tossed it at the feet of the remaining ghouls.

Behind him were giants split in two, and at his feet were mountains of corpses.

Even though the multi-horned beastmen had awakened and gained immense power through mutation under the power of the evil god's blood, his back remained straight and unbent, and the countless wounds seemed to be merely decorations like a lion's mane.

The multi-horned ghouls coveted the corpses beneath and behind King Lothar, yet they dared not approach him in fear of his imposing presence. The high priests of the beast gods, having been killed in succession, never resurrected.

Myota's eyes twitched; the situation was spiraling out of control.

The ideal scenario is that the multi-horned ghouls defeat Lothar, the barbarian king, and then devour him. After eliminating the Great Beast God's lieutenant, the Sandrak clan, the elite of the orcs, completely fell into corruption. By joining forces with the Great Beast God's priests, they could completely isolate the Great Beast God and fabricate a decree to blame humanity for Lothar's death and the mass deaths of Sandrak clan members, thus instigating a war.

Lothar, the great beast god's second-in-command with extremely high prestige among the orcs, will unite the orcs in their hatred of the enemy after his death. Whether the Greathoof tribe rebels or goes against the indignation of the orcs, it will only lead to isolation and its own demise.

The only development is that the barbarian king Lothar fought his way out and escaped severely wounded. This situation will not change the course of events. What he always wants is some kind of definite success, or even a specific outcome.

What he wanted was the collapse of the pillars of support. The moment the Sandrak clan completely degenerated and transformed into ghouls, his goal would be achieved. The Sandrak clan was not only the pillar of the orcs, but also the leader of the orc tribe.

Sandrak's downfall has far greater implications than it appears; it will be an earthquake, destroying everything on earth and plunging everything into the abyss.

Even without contact with the Great Beast God, order will collapse.

But the barbarian king Lothar chose to fight to the death here, neither fleeing nor dying, constantly fighting and killing, as if he wanted to wipe out all the multi-horned ghouls.

He was indeed doing just that; the mountain of corpses at his feet served as bait, keeping the greedy symbiotic gorillas, who had tasted the delicious meal, from leaving.

"Aren't you afraid of dying?"

As soon as Muta finished speaking, he regretted it, realizing for the first time that he had said something pointless.

He looked around. The strongest multi-horned ghouls were at the forefront, and they were also at the forefront. The barbarian king Lothar looked like he only had one breath left. It seemed that he could still win if he fought hard.

"Everyone, hurry—"

"Ughhhhh—I don't want to die! I want to taste more delicious food and happiness!" A multi-horned ghoul couldn't help but turn and run away. It was craving the corpses at the feet of the barbarian king Lothar, but it wanted to live and taste more delicious food.

escape?
Escape is of course the best option, as chaos and collapse of order are caused by its spread. But isn't turning away from an enemy whose strength is far greater than your own just courting death?

Almost the instant the horned ghoul turned around, King Lothar moved, cleaving the ghoul in two with a single blow, revealing its weakness.

The Barbarian King Lothar was weakened and nearing his end. The horned ghouls immediately pounced on him, tearing off a piece of flesh from his body. That became his last supper, as Lothar smashed his head in the process.

The flickering firelight reflected on Muta's mask. His hands, which had been behind his back, had been lowered at some point. The only sound left of the revelry and depravity of the Sandrak clan was the sound of firewood burning. All the multi-horned ghouls had been slaughtered, leaving only the crippled barbarian king Lothar to gaze at him from afar.

He couldn't help but kick away the corpse at his feet. The inevitable routine brought about by the perfect elements was brutally destroyed, causing him to lose control of his emotions.

"Look what you've done! What's the point of killing all these depraved people? Don't tell me you want to make amends for your mistakes."

"Now that things have come to this, you're finally trying to change something?!"

The barbarian king Lothar completely ignored the approaching Muta, raising his head and looking in one direction with his bloodied and mangled eyes. That was probably the direction of the Gianthoof tribe.

What he feared more than Sandrak's downfall was the orcs' disappointment in him.

That was the name they, his father and mother, the warriors he admired, and the Great Beast God he trusted, had painstakingly created through countless sacrifices, setbacks, and betrayals.

This name almost represents everything from the past.

He was the last of that era. He originally thought that the beastmen born in the daily life that was precious to their time, brought by the Great Beast God, had changed and were different from the beastmen of his time.

But now it seems that it's not the orcs who have changed, but him.

When exactly did it start?

It probably started with tolerating and accepting those small changes for the sake of the so-called "big picture."

The problems that will inevitably arise from establishing a unified and clearly defined power structure, and the changes that must be accepted in order to achieve the hard-won peace and overall stability... these are all just excuses.

No reason can cover up his indifference on truly important issues of right and wrong. He can't tolerate even the slightest stain, can he?
Even if he could tolerate a few stains, he still didn't do anything when the place became unbearably dirty.

Ultimately, it's nothing more than fear. Even if nothing can be changed, even if he can't win, it doesn't stop him from speaking out and firmly choosing his own stance, just like the beast kings in the rebellious tribe.

He thought he was the last Sandrak, how arrogant! He was the first to fall.

“Haa—” Muta exhaled forcefully, looking at the mangled barbarian king Lothar, and regained his casual and relaxed attitude. “I lost my composure. The corruption of Sandrak has already occurred. Their corpses are already useful, and you are useful too. I have plenty of ways to deal with them.”

"So, go to hell."

Muta took out his ferocious spiked club, the "Child's Grudge Club," and aimed it at the head of the barbarian king, Lothar, ready to swing it down.

"The tomatoes were astringent, but the pork stew with glass noodles was really delicious."

The human language stunned Muta for a moment, but in that instant, the barbarian king Lothar raised his hand, grabbed Muta's body, and slammed him to the ground, followed by a burst of raging flames.

That was the last power of the barbarian king Lothar, the flames of his soul. The entire Sandrak clan tribe was transformed into a sea of ​​fire, and the corpses of the multi-horned ghouls twisted and burned in the flames before finally turning into dust.

The raging flames attracted a strong wind that blew towards the center of the fire, transforming it into a towering fire tornado that roared silently towards the sky, while dark clouds gathered in its wake.

"Is it going to rain? How sudden!"

Dali Feizhuan caught the raindrops, thinking it was a good sign. The Great Beast God Flame Cup sounded like a fire-attribute field, and a rainstorm would extinguish that fiery mountain.

Lottie Sandrak, the Beast King, suddenly felt uneasy, looking at the cloak in her hand with a sense of unease.

For some reason, she felt she would never have the chance to see the beast king who had torn open her chest again.

The wind that constantly travels throughout the orcish regions, tirelessly patrolling for the Great Beast God, will dissipate once it stops.

"Hey, Lottie, we should go!" Big Brick waved vigorously at Lottie.

"Let's go fight the Great Beast God!"

(End of this chapter)