Civilization is a hazy vision of desire, and when humanity is completely degenerate, alternative species multiply.

They inhabit those pristine hidden jungles where everything hides blood.

Quiet land, quiet night sky, mixed with quiet dust.

Many hillocks of dry wood were thrown into sparks, and flames rose into the sky to light up the night.

The orcs began to dance wildly around the campfire, and the little beast children who had just walked followed the beat.

Four or five human beings were tied naked to thick stakes, all women, hoisted high by ropes for sacrifice.

In the distance, not far away, the dust that was stepped on hit like a storm.

This will be the opening of a race war for the space to survive for generations. The weaker are forced to move from the territory where they have lived for generations, or face extermination.

And so, the war began.

The iron hooves of the invading orcs crushed the corpses, and their arms swung rock clubs. The orcs of the guards fought back with their jagged fangs, sprinkling blood between their hooves.

The bound humans are used as trophies for the powerful to plunder.

A newborn beast baby had its throat bitten and its throat was drunk by the intruders before the blood could flow outside. Then, the invaders ate the baby little by little.

This scene enraged me, and I unleashed my mechanical body to break free from the bound vines and leap down from the window.

It was the first time in my life that I woke up with my hands covered in blood, and the footage of the killing was not only blood-red and screaming, but I could clearly hear shattered bones and smell the burning smell of fur.

I was also injured, and the stone rod shattered a broken part of my body, but I still excitedly broke their necks, pierced their bellies with a punch, and easily broke their powerful legs and feet.

It was all satisfying to see them scream in pain.

I yelled, and met the rock rod with my fist, "Smack!" The rod broke a few knots, and snapped the neck of a strong orc.

To my behalf, the rebels were tenacious, and the dust rolled up like a haze, solidifying to the ground with drops of blood that had been spilled, and dripping black.

The stupid guy hugged me tightly from behind, and it tore the skin of my neck with its teeth. In response, I reached out my fingers and dug deep into its skull. It still stubbornly refuses to let me go. So much so that more rebels began throwing rocks at me. The rocks hit me, and the shattered bounced off as if they had pierced my left eardrum. I can't hear the sound, but it hurts. It hurt so much that I used all my strength.

I felt blood and mucus run between my fingers, and the stupid guy's skull cracked, but the remaining stiff limbs were like "shackles" that could not be shaken off. In the back, another nimble orc stabbed my mech through the "shackles" with a long sharp cone.

Soon, my energy turned into steam and disappeared from my body, and a fog began to fall around me......

My body was still. Later, I just remember an orc rushing up and punching me in the face, one, two, three, four...... The flesh was bloody and muddy on my face, its hands were broken, its fists were swollen and weak, but it kept fighting.

Why didn't it flee, it was the only one left for all the rebels.

Four or five orcs pounced on it and crushed it to the ground, biting its throat.

It was still stubbornly struggling to break away, punching me in the leg with all its might, and then falling to its knees at my feet.

I stretched out my foot and kicked it through the stomach, and with the other foot stepped on the corpses of a hundred and ten intruders.