Re: In My Bloody Hit Novel

Chapter 680: To Test MY Religion

Chiron turned slowly toward the three Orc chiefs, his presence commanding an oppressive silence. His crimson eyes glinted with something dangerous, and a faint smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

The three Orcs knelt immediately, their massive frames shaking slightly under the weight of his gaze. After all, his level was significantly higher.

Even the female among them, who was known for her unshakable resolve, found herself trembling. The title "Prophet" left Chiron’s lips, and it wasn’t just a title—it was a proclamation, one that carried both blessing and threat.

"Welcome to my castle," Chiron said, gesturing lazily to the grand room they stood in. The throne room, like everything in the Fog of Unbounded Demise, was both grotesque and magnificent. The walls pulsed faintly as if alive, carved with runes that whispered in an ancient, forgotten tongue. Columns of twisting bone reached up to a vaulted ceiling adorned with the images of battles between long-dead gods and titans.

At the center of the room stood a blackened throne, its armrests formed from fused skulls, each with its mouth open in a silent scream.

The air was thick, suffused with the scent of blood and despair, yet oddly intoxicating, as if inviting one to indulge in their basest desires.

Emma stood near the throne, her beauty radiating like a curse designed to unravel the strongest of wills. Her smile was both enchanting and deadly, a perfect blend of temptation and terror.

"I see you noticed the preparations outside," Chiron said, his voice calm yet sharp as a blade. "The blood pool is being enriched as we speak. You see, the flesh and blood of your lesser kin have their uses. Sacrifice is power, and power is absolute." He stepped down from the dais, his black cloak trailing behind him like a shadow eager to consume.

The Orcs dared not respond. Instead, they nodded their massive heads in unison, though one of them—a younger chief with scars running across his face—couldn’t help but glance at the floating, mutilated figure.

The chiefs began to weep, tears streaming down their faces as they lowered themselves further in worship. "You are the Messiah! You are the one we’ve been waiting for!" they cried out, their voices shaking with fervent belief.

Chiron stretched out his arms, his nine heads looking down upon them with what seemed like divine approval. "Rise, my Prophets," he commanded, and they obeyed without hesitation. "You will carry my message to all Orcs. You will spread the truth of my arrival and prepare the way for my dominion. Together, we shall break the chains of oppression and carve out an eternal legacy for our kind."

The Orcs roared in agreement, their spirits ignited by the words of their new "God Messiah." As they stood, they could feel the weight of their mission settling upon them, but also the thrill of being chosen for something so monumental.

Chiron watched them with satisfaction, his nine heads smiling in unison as the seeds of his deception took root deep in their hearts. The path to control and domination had begun.

Later on, they left the castle with two things. Firstly, each of them had new runes carved on their skin as they were gifted new weapons.

When they left and allowed to go back to their tribes, Emma could not help but ask why Chiron had been so insistent on bringing the barbaric orcs here.

Chiron smiled at her. "Its an experiment."

"Experiment?"

"Yes... Time moves differently in this place. It is the perfect region to test it out. I want to know the quality quotient of how i am to spread Faith..."

Emma was in obvious confusion, but Chiron told her to be patient and observe.