章節 618: Artistic Orcs

A young man could be seen striking the bloodied floor around him with a humongous Warhammer.

He has surrounded by almost one hundred corpses a creepy altar and a bunch of eerie golden braziers. Dilan couldn't sense a single living being in his immediate surrounding area, which meant that he was free to destroy the large magic circle that had been carved below and around the altar of the Blood Orc God.

At least, Dilan presumed that the Blood Orc's God was replicated in the eerie statue. He couldn't move or destroy it with his current physical strength but that didn't mean he was helpless against the weird feeling he got about the braziers, the black statue, and the magic circle that was already filled with blood, half of it at least.

First, Dilan smashed the huge and heavy Warhammer on the ground, destroying the core components of the magic circle before he stored a few golden braziers while the others were thrown around.