Vincent watched as the fat orc knelt down. His eyes poured tears of blood. Sohow, he felt bad because his attack burst his manhood. He realised this was the only thing that gave him a slither of pride.
"Uwwweeeh!"
A proud orc warrior wailed, tears and snot dripped from his face. While blood pooled on the ground under his crotch. Vincent could only watch with an awkward silence.
He watched as the orc smashed down, crushing the concrete floor, and his own stone throne several tis. Aware that killing him now would be super easy. There was a sense of compassion towards his fellow male.
—|Vincent: 'Haha! What a loser. He lost his cock! An orc with no penis… It's like a pizza without cheese!'
"Whatever, look at those won violated until they beca food. Why should I care?"
Suddenly, his entire attitude changed. Vincent didn't honestly give a damn about the won or the orc. As the orc raised his head, trying to rise in desperation upon seeing his purple flaming blades forming once more.
"Oh? Are you scared of these?"
He taunted the orc with a sneer, wondering what choice the orc would take; attack or flee.
Brilliant purple flas crackled behind his back. They illuminated Vincent in a strange, alluring violet light. He stood in silence with both arms crossed over his chest. A light snapping sounded when the flas reached their maximum temperature.
"Gwarrr!"
His eyes narrowed. It seed our orc made a choice.
Sadly, the orc turned its back and fled. This made Vincent curious. How could a dungeon monster and floor boss flee? It made little sense.
"Trample him!"
Under his command, countless purple strears shot through the sky. They cut the very air into pieces as a blazing trail followed their arc. He attacked its heart to make sure he died.
A torrent of blades shot forth, causing a deep booming sound as the orc stumbled, falling over rocks and human corpses. Sothing caused him to feel dread. Suddenly, a whistle sounded, followed by a howl as sothing pierced his back with a splutter and tore through his thick flesh, sending him hurling into the wall.
"Grek!"
His body smashed into the stone wall, slightly embedding him as it cracked like a spider's web. He pushed against it, with his swelling muscles and visible veins.
Sweat dribbled down his forehead from his efforts. However, he could not escape the wall as he shuddered before forced to spasm and grit his teeth. Another three spikes penetrated his back, driving him deeper into the wall.
"Mhgggh!"
Despite trying to speak, his mouth filled with dust and debris. He struggled to breathe as blood pooled in his throat, drowning him slowly.
All he could hear was the constant stream of howls, like greedy wolves after his flesh. His eyes closed, as if accepting his fate. Betrayed by his own n, attacked and made impotent. Then, monts later, so bird destroyed his life as a man.
—|Orc: "What reason is there to live?" I am broken and shattered. Take into your dark embrace, oh rciful death!'
A rain of purple flas smashed and flung into his body. His consciousness faded as they tore into his flesh and rended his organs. The orc wished he had never allowed his n to mistreat the won as one shard slid through the small opening in his ribs and tore through his heart. Much like the betrayal of his dear friends, killing the orc instantly.
Before the other orcs rebelled, He insisted they treat the won well, try to court them and earn their trust and acceptance. Because this took a long ti, many were upset, however in return, many of the won willingly fell into pleasure of the rods that surpassed most normal humans.
Sadly, the orcs with low intellect stat points couldn't understand the subtle feelings of won. They thought it was just their amazing skills and stamina in bed. Thus they abused the woman, used numbers to convince the entire tribe and the lord just felt sorrow for his betrayal.
Unable to stop them, watching in sorrow as the woman he cared for died with tears in her eyes. He was powerless because he was not the most powerful male in the village. If he resisted, the true leader would kill him.
The leader's na was Rek'Vaal and was currently on patrol.
As he faded into darkness, he wished for the man who destroyed him to kill Rek'Vaal, too. He could die peacefully. If that happened!
Orcs were not like other dungeon monsters, they would not be reborn as themselves. But a brand new existence because they were cheap and easy to create.
Vincent used Mana Volley on the Super Orc!
— Hit the orc's weakness! Critical hit!
— Suffered 250 damage!
— Heart Destroyed!
— HP: -50/500
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— Gained 500 Exp
— Devoured 1 intellect and 1 Wisdom
[Level Up!]
— Level 11 —> 12
Strength: 32 —> 33
Agility: 23 —> 24
Stamina: 21 —> 22
Wisdom: 14 —> 16
Intellect: 29 —> 31
Charisma: Max
— Fated partner gained 1 Strength, 1 Stamina
— Learned new spell!
— Ignis Tempestas
Assault an area of ten tres with a raging storm of fire. Blocks all exit and entry for ten seconds.
Cooldown 20 seconds.
Vincent felt there was sothing strange about this situation and the dungeon floor. He didn't check the corpse and instead headed outside, only to notice the girls were missing.
A distant sound of combat sounded in his ears, which caused him to feel stupid.
"Why couldn't I notice sooner? If normal, they would have entered after the initial attack. I have to hurry."
He dashed forward, conjuring countless bolts of Ruina and dashed forward. There was a hole in the wall to his left. Vincent saw slight traces of red blood filled the ground as he jumped through the hole with a fierce face.
The sight that ca into his vision caused his steps to pause.
In the distance, Raizel stood intercepting a group of over twenty orcs. Her body filled with countless wounds that tried to heal quickly, her cute dress ruined by the bloodstains and mud.
A massive orc with dark blue skin was holding a stone club. It fought in lee combat with Efrita. Her face armour cracked, showing her right eye, with a little blood. She pulled back her right arm, which shot forward, jabbing the orc in his chin, breaking several of his teeth, as they flew into the distance.
Celine supported the pair, grasping any orcs that tried to surround her allies with a shadow grasp. Then jumped into battle with no fear using with her deadly shadow claws.
—|Vincent: 'Sorry I am late girls, forgive for wasting ti on the small fry.'
He pushed both arms forward, targeting the dirty orcs that hurt his cute little Raizel. Rage filled his face, despite being in the more tranquil form. These orcs, fucked up, soon becoming tasty bacon.
"You vile and filthy animals. May you suffer in a burning anguish for eternity!"
— Ignis Tempestas
Swirling flas entrapped the orcs near Raizel in a tempest of fiery winds. They spun violently, forming a wall of fire, trapping them inside as the spell completed.
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