Re: In My Bloody Hit Novel - Chapter 511

Chapter 511: A LustBlood At Work
The Orc chief saw the look in Chiron’s eyes.

“I know that look. You are like the others that have come here. Humans seeking power. Your kind…” she gave a mocking laugh, “you always end up like vegetables, or even worse, Lustbloods. If having a treasures weapon is what you seek, then i advice that you be not so foolish in your pursuit. You are better off staying here and servicing my daughters.” she gave him a knowing look.

Chiron did not mind her, “my business is my business, whether I want to kill myself or run mad is still my business.” Those words were said with a fierce look into her eyes.

She smirked to the side, “since you want to die so bad, I don’t mind it. After all, I have what I wanted. But know this, the the Single White Fang Clan have completely taken over the duties of guarding the second zone.”

Chiron understood what she was telling him. First was a confirmation on his thoughts that the chief of the Single White Fang Clan was much stronger than her, and with the extra treasure user within the clan, even her could not complain about such a thing.

Secondly, she was telling him that even if he wanted to enter the zone, that he would not be able to on his own.

Chiron smiled. “A deal is a deal.” he waved his hand, and the blood he had in the body of the girl fell through her nose.

The Orc Chief nodded at the Orc commander. She understood what her chief was telling her and immediately stepped forward, carrying the girl that was too weak to struggle on her shoulder.

“Would you like to see it?” The Orc Chief asked. “What You will become, of course, if you continue this path that you have chosen for yourself.”

Chiron did not mind it. After all, he had never seen a Bloodlust before.

As she stood to her feet, he followed along, “stay here!” Chiron ordered Carla.

Chiron followed the Orc Chief through winding corridors, the air growing colder and more oppressive with each step. The passageway descended, leading them deeper into the heart of the stronghold. The stone walls were adorned with crude, yet intricate carvings, depicting the brutal history and conquests of the orc tribe. Flickering torches cast eerie shadows, adding to the foreboding atmosphere.

Eventually, they reached a set of massive doors made of thick wood, so aged and weathered that they seemed as hard as iron. The Orc Chief pushed them open with a creaking sound that echoed through the corridors. As the doors swung wide, they revealed a large, dimly lit chamber. The room’s centerpiece was a wide, deep pit, the walls of which were stained with dark, dried blood.

From the pit, a cacophony of screams and moans assaulted Chiron’s ears. It was a haunting chorus, as if a hundred souls were crying out in torment.

The smell of death and decay was overwhelming, and would have caused a normal person to gag, but was very welcoming to one of Death.

He peered over the edge and saw the source of the horrific sounds.

In a corner of the pit, a grotesque, grey-skinned orc was mounting another orc that was clearly dead, its lifeless eyes staring blankly into the void. But the other Orc did not stop its pumping motion, enjoying the ecstasy of its intercourse, even though the dead Orc was half way rotten.

The grey orc doing the mounting had a twisted and mutated body, a nightmarish version of the already fearsome orcish physique. Its muscles bulged unnaturally, veins pulsating with a sickly green glow. Its face was a mask of rage and hunger, eyes glowing with a feral lust light as its tongue flared up and down in the ecstasy of its lust.

All around the pit were the mutilated corpses of female orcs. Each one bore the same gruesome injuries. Some lay upside down, their asses horrifically torn open.

Others were sprawled on their backs, their legs splayed apart, the flesh ripped and torn all the way to their stomachs. The scene was a macabre display of violence and depravity, the bodies contorted in their final moments of agony.

The Orc Chief’s voice cut through the horrific scene. “This is what becomes of those who seek power without understanding the cost,” she said, her tone cold and detached. “This Bloodlust… it is a curse. A fate worse than death.”

The Orc Chief signaled to the Orc Commander with a brief nod. The Commander responded instantly, flinging the young girl into the pit with a brutal lack of ceremony.

The girl staggered as she hit the ground, her broken leg buckling beneath her, causing her to fall and cry out in pain.

In the pit, the LustBlood orc sniffed the air, its head snapping toward the new presence. It turned away from the corpse it had been mounting, its eyes locking onto the whimpering girl who was futilely trying to climb out of the pit. The walls were too steep, and her efforts were in vain.

The grey orc rose to its feet, revealing its abnormally skinny frame despite its size. However, one part of its body was disturbingly large—its manhood hung between its legs like a thick, grotesque sledgehammer. Without hesitation, it rushed toward the girl, who screamed as it tore her clothes apart.

The scene was horrific as the Lust Blood orc mounted her, its savage movements causing the girl’s cries to escalate into agonized screams.

The Orc Commander, the Orc Chief, and Chiron stood above, watching the gruesome spectacle unfold. The Orc Chief glanced at Chiron, expecting him to avert his eyes in disgust or horror, but to her surprise, he remained fixated on the scene, his expression unreadable.

Chiron’s unwavering gaze never faltered, his eyes reflecting a fierce determination and an unsettling calmness as he witnessed the terrible fate of the young girl below. The screams echoed through the chamber, a chilling reminder of the brutal reality of the way of life in this place…

(Author’s note: Send gifts and golden tickets please. We mass releasing from today.)