Assassination (7)

"Lowly construct."

Zha-Lasha let out a cold laugh and drew the long blade at his waist. His left hand had already transformed into a claw like a withered tree branch.

As the blade left its sheath, a surging tide swept across Soul Drinker's body. His skin reacted too slowly, rippling as though steel needles were stabbing into him from within, making him taste the freezing agony of a dark god's caress.

It refused to maintain its Ork appearance any longer. Driven by pain, it trembled and howled, seeking release.

Soul Drinker's near-perfect disguise immediately fell apart, and when the fury in his heart finally erupted, he decided to let it happen.

"Demon!"

The flesh-like outer layer suddenly blistered and split apart, transforming into a crimson exterior covered in viscous fluid and violently twitching knotted muscles.

The crude protective gear on his body could not withstand the enormous pressure, shattering across his shoulders and back.

Rows of curved spinal spikes burst through the flesh of his shoulders. Two slender, scimitar-like bone blades extended along his forearms, while his claws pierced through the soles of his boots and dug into the rock. At the same time, the slick giant maw on his head slowly opened.

"Go back to your world!"

Everyone present could hear the screams and wails of countless souls, along with the sound of blades leaving their sheaths.

His false identity completely dissolved, becoming one in mind with the various living weapons beneath his skin.

"Didn't your master ever tell you what you really are?"

Zha-Lasha tilted his head, watching him with an amused expression, as if he were looking at an idiot.

Bang!

A gunshot rang out. A bullet grazed Soul Drinker's cheek, slicing open a gash that sprayed black fluid like a razor.

Foul blood splashed onto the