The Side-Consort's Place Is Waiting for You
The next instant, Glan's muscles began to bulge, his green military uniform was torn apart, and his entire body was covered in jet-black hair.
His face had completely transformed into the head of a wild beast; now he looked exactly like a black wolfhound.
This is a special skill among the orc race, usable only by those of high-ranking bloodlines: Beast Transformation.
By fully reclaiming the appearance and nature of a beast, it can achieve a qualitative leap in its physical abilities. If we only consider physical abilities, the beastmen who have transformed into divine beasts are absolutely top-tier among the demon race.
"Boy, I'll tear all four of your limbs off."
Glan's bloodshot eyes revealed overwhelming killing intent. Not only him, but all the other orcs had also rushed towards the camp.
This was all because William had thoroughly enraged them.
"Natsuki-chan, how about we split it in half?"
La Freya held the enormous pistol, which resembled a brass instrument, in her hand and gracefully loaded it with golden ammunition.
"--A cursed gun! Sure!"
Nangong Natsuki nodded, and with a wave of her small hand, a silver-white chain burst forth from the void.
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Chapter 232 The Position of Concubine Awaits You (4000 words, please subscribe)
In the world of Strike the Blood, orcs are a very proud race.
They considered themselves the most superior race in the world, looked down on any other demon race, and regarded the weak humans as an inferior race in their eyes.
But this race, considered inferior in their eyes, dared to use a word that was taboo to them, the orcs.
And not just once, but twice!
Without hesitation, La Fria pulled the trigger. A dazzling flash erupted from the muzzle, and the orc holding the weapon was riddled with holes in his chest under the blinding white light.
The silver chains manipulated by Nangong Natsuki seemed to possess a self-awareness, easily cleaving through the hail of bullets and accurately binding the orcs who had fired the shots.
But the orcs were not yet finished. The chains tightened relentlessly, like a python hunting its prey, until the strong beastmen died from broken bones.
It's hard to imagine that Nangong Natsuki, who still looks like a child, could be so cruel.
However, considering the reputation she has built in Europe, this scene is not hard to understand.
Don't let her status as the guard of the Prison Barrier fool you; those who can be Prison Barrier are all powerful figures in this world, not to be easily killed.
As for these orcs with no background, they are completely outside the range of the Prison Barrier's protective barrier.
"It's okay, it's okay, Nagisa, don't look ahead!"
With the heart of a devoted father, Xiaoyacheng immediately pulled his daughter into his arms and covered her eyes.
Akatsuki Kojo's eyes were filled with grief and indignation, and he began to doubt his own origins once again.
"Nangong Natsuki, the royal family of Aldikia!"
The fact that his men suffered heavy casualties in an instant was something Glan had not anticipated.
He was furious, but he didn't blame his subordinates. Putting aside the Aldikia royal family, he needed to deal with Nangong Natsuki alone.
"Kid, die!"
Eliminate the enemy in front of you first, then focus on dealing with the Demon Slayer, Nangong Natsuki —this was the decision Glan made in an instant.
He took a deep breath, letting his chest bulge out, the boiling magic power condensing there.
Aww--!
After a roar, he unleashed a fiery breath from his mouth.
The pitch-black flames spread around the camp like exploding fireworks.
Glan released all the magic power he had gathered within him in one breath. His fiery breath, fan-shaped, spewed out from his mouth, covering an area of several hundred meters in front of him, burning fiercely.
These are high-ranking orcs with the ability to transform into divine beasts. Unlike low-ranking orcs who can only rely on physical strength, they can contend with vampire nobles by virtue of their innate abilities.
Moreover, judging from the level that Glan is currently displaying, he has definitely surpassed Vatra's two subordinates by a large margin, but to be honest, he is still a long way from Vatra's level.
"Is this all you've done?"
William frowned. Although he had already anticipated the orcs' weakness, he was surprised that even the orc's second-in-command was only this weak.
He was genuinely baffled as to how this brain-dead race could think so highly of itself.
Is this a case of the more mentally challenged someone is, the more confident they become?
Why can't you just behave like a dog, tuck your tail between your legs and act like a beast?
"Looks like you didn't hear me!"
William sighed softly and slightly raised his eyelids.
"Let's put out this fire first; some people are about to reach their limit."
Therefore, William instantly extracted a high concentration of spiritual energy and unleashed it from his body.
The howling cold wind!
Rome has a typical Mediterranean climate, with no cold seasons throughout the year; even in the coldest times, the average temperature is above 15°C.
The cold wind howled, chilling to the bone!
The black flames had long been swallowed up by the chilling wind, leaving only bare tree trunks covered with glistening ice crystals.
On the ground, the ice mirrors stretching for dozens of miles reflected the blinding sunlight from above.
However, the most eye-catching thing was the three-meter-high natural ice sculpture right in front of William, which looked like a work of art.
"Oh my god! If someone came up to me right now and told me that today is actually April Fool's Day, I might actually be willing to believe it."
Looking at the scene before him, which resembled an Ice Age, Xiaoyacheng stared blankly and laughed at himself.