Chapter 810: Chapter 153: Crazy Green Skins_2

No, he must persuade this Emperor! He must avenge Batu and change the tragic fate of the Beastman Race that has lasted for a thousand years!

Nur lowered his head, his body trembling violently, he struggled to support his body, his voice hoarse, and blood froth spewed from his mouth: “Your Majesty, our Red Blood Tribe can definitely provide enough help for the Empire!”

Cassius looked down at him, slowly unfurling his Dragon Wings, and asked somewhat mockingly: “From my point of view, you Beastmen neither have strong bodies nor fine equipment; besides barely having tenacious Vitality, you are practically useless.

I’m curious–where exactly does your confidence come from?”

“His Majesty Cassius…”

Nur recalled what Chief Solo had said to him before leaving: if the other party refuses to cooperate or even wants to silence them, they must display the true power of the Beastmen–that is the blessing of Father God Guosh!

He must make the Red Dragon before him take the Beastmen seriously and respect them, fulfilling his tribe’s millennium-old wish to destroy the High Mountain Dwarf Kingdom!

Thinking of this, Nur took out a clay pot engraved with crude runes from his fur bag and held it to his mouth.

The pot contained a foul-smelling, fishy black liquid, so dark in color that it seemed to swallow everything up.

Chief Solo found these liquids in the Binder River and named them “Gush’s Blood,” claiming it to be a blessing from the Father God, only eligible for the tribe’s heroes to drink.

“The confidence of the Beastmen comes from our ancestors, from the great Father God Guosh!”

Nur’s voice was resonant and powerful; he raised his head, not hesitating to open his mouth wide, and the black liquid surged into his throat like a greedy beast eagerly rushing forwards.

“This is…..” Cassius watched this eerie scene but did not stop it; he seemed to feel a familiar presence from these black liquids.

The Abyss.

Chaos, madness, distortion… The power hidden within these liquids was extremely similar to the Chaotic Power of The Abyss, yet mixed with a strange substance that intrigued Cassius.

This special type of Green-skin Orc probably wasn’t just affected by The Abyss, but also by some unknown mysterious existence.

Sure enough, after swallowing “Gush’s Blood,” the black liquid surged through his veins, visibly inflating the Beastman’s body, making it more burly and robust, and his teeth grew continuously.

Moreover, this transformation was extremely bizarre, not at all like a biological growth, but rather like the reproduction of fungi; the Beastman’s body surface continuously grew mycelium and clumps of moss-like repulsive matter, eventually forming into new muscles, skin…

“WAAAGH—-”

The Beastman howled to the sky, emitting a hoarse roar; madness glistened in his eyes turned red, and his originally less than two-meter body inflated to over three meters tall in a very brief time, becoming muscular and knotted.

“Emperor…now…do Beastmen qualify…to form an alliance?”

Nur smirked, showing his protruding ferocious teeth, thick black liquid flowing from the corners of his mouth, emitting a strong fishy smell.

Cassius did not respond, he just scrutinized the “evolved” Beastman as if looking at a curious experimental subject, his expression showing great interest: “Is this the so-called ‘blessing of Guosh’?

That tough green skin seemed to be photosynthesizing, continuously drawing energy from the surroundings; the enormous body also emitted fine green spores, generating a Frenzy-like, reality-distorting Force Field.

“Hehe, such an interesting life form.”

In the eyes of Cassius, compared to the originally brutal humanoid creature, the present uglier, sharp-toothed green skin resembled more a combination of fungi and animals.

Not receiving a response from the Red Dragon, the Beastman seemed somewhat angry, his face ferociously saying: “Emperor of Ashes, we have already displayed such great power, why won’t you form an alliance with the Beastmen?!”

“Powerful?”

The Red Dragon scoffed lightly, he swung his Dragon Wings, generating an incredibly strong gust of wind, descending in front of the Beastman,

In front of a giant dragon over fifty meters long, even the “evolved” Beastman appeared as a tiny ant.

The Orc, who had grown much stronger and burlier, lifted his head to feel the hurricane approaching and looked up at the figure that blotted out the sun, finally realizing he had been too arrogant.

Even Lord Batu, favored by the Father God, probably couldn’t defeat the Red Dragon before him, let alone himself?

“Before true power, you are nothing! Compared to allies, you green-skins are more suited to be the Empire’s experimental subjects!” Cassius roared, extending his gigantic claw.

The claw, shimmering with a Magical Field, materialized before the Red Dragon, lifting the three-meter-tall mutated Orc into the air and casually crushing those unconscious Orcs into a pulp.

Nur twisted violently in mid-air, struggling and uttering a hoarse roar: “Emperor Jin, spare me! We are the descendants of the great One-eyed God Guosh! Aren’t you afraid of provoking the Father God’s anger?”

“Would the Beastman God care about the life of a mere beastman? Moreover… can you still be considered a beastman now?”

Cassius sneered coldly, continuously increasing the force in his claw, the Orc’s body was squeezed and tormented, even the tough green skin burst open, spraying out murky blood filled with spores.

“WAAAGH!”

The Orc roared again, his body emitting a frenzied Force Field, trying to disrupt the Red Dragon’s Scratch Technique.

But as a Legendary Sorcerer and Transcendent Caster, the quality of Cassius’s spells were extremely high; even the Zero Ring Scratch Technique could not be disturbed by this green-skin.

“Bang!”

Ultimately, accompanied by a crisp burst sound, the Orc exploded mid-air, killed by the squeeze of the Red Dragon, and Nur’s delusion of conquering Aivendel and avenging Batu shattered along with his life.

The green blood, the shattered blood, and the broken limbs all spilled onto the ground.

Cassius, somewhat surprised, discovered that the spores within the Orc’s body had started taking root in the soil, continuously growing, greedily absorbing the surroundings’ materials and energy.

If not controlled, they might grow something like mushrooms and produce new Orcs, and just this one corpse could create dozens or even hundreds of new Orcs.

“They are… reproducing.”

Cassius watched the severed limbs and couldn’t help exclaiming, “Such terrifying reproductive ability, no wonder the Orcs of the past era could unleash a ‘Green-skin Catastrophe’ across the continent, destroying several Kingdoms.”

The Red Dragon spewed hot Dragonflame, turning the green-skin Orc’s corpse to ashes, making those spores completely lose their activity.

He gently hooked his claw, collecting some blackish fluid and greenish flesh debris and storing them in a sealed Dimensional Bag.

“Still need to send these items to Ramp, let the Empire’s Department of Technology study them properly.” Cassius nodded with satisfaction.

Hundreds of miles away, the seven Ramps engrossed in handling official affairs were unaware that a new job of studying mutated Orcs was coming their way.

…

In the northern part of the Wuge Prairie, Paris Valley.

Under the shadow, an Orc knelt on the ground, reporting quietly: “Chief Solo, there has been no word from Nur for days; after the Shaman’s witchcraft divination, they are mostly… all dead.”

“I know, what a bunch of useless creatures.” The immensely burly Orc slowly stood from a throne covered with green moss, displaying a hideously fierce smile: “However, we no longer need so-called allies; the Red Blood Tribe is strong enough!”

He is the current Chieftain of the Red Blood Tribe–Solo Blooddrinker, now he has grown over six meters tall, almost like a giant cloaked in green-skin, far bigger and stronger than the divine favored former Chieftain Batu Skullcrush, fitting the Orcs’ definition of “fiercely mighty.”

Solo raised his Bone Spear, and cried out wildly: “Under the protection and blessing of Father God Guosh, the great Beastman Race will conquer the entire world!”

“WAAAGH!”

In front of Solo, countless Orcs crowded together like a green tide, raising their weapons and shouting fervently, their cries echoing to the skies.

In the distant humid, gloomy valley, giant green mushrooms densely covered the entire valley, greedily absorbing nutrients from the surroundings.