Why can't humans do it too?

He staggered a few steps, and even his body couldn't react immediately. It was only a few seconds after the white-haired orc fell to the ground and slid away that he suddenly felt that excruciating pain, as if every muscle was being pricked by needles. Even though he clenched his teeth desperately, he couldn't help but scream out in agony.

Waves of pain surged from his right shoulder, spreading to every corner of his body—a small, semi-circular piece of flesh had disappeared there, still bearing the marks of teeth.

If Su Er hadn't instinctively dodged to the side, that small semicircle would have appeared on his neck, and by then it would have been too late.

Trembling with pain, his teeth chattered rapidly, and he was so dizzy that he couldn't even stand. Suer pressed his left palm desperately against the wound, but no matter how hard he pressed, he couldn't stop the gushing blood from flowing out. His blood was spreading wildly between Suer's fingers.

Stop the bleeding, stop the bleeding quickly! ...That's right! Herbs!

In his panic, he reached into his pocket for the packet of herbs that had fallen from Lennie's arms. With trembling hands, Sull opened the packet, identified the herbs for stopping bleeding, and hurriedly stuffed them into his mouth to chew. He then quickly pressed the chewed herbs onto the wound on his shoulder.

Large beads of sweat dripped down his temples, from the pain and the panic—he couldn't afford to lose too much blood, as his chances of safely returning to the settlement alone in such a weakened state would be extremely slim.

"Hmph, hmph cough cough cough," the orc lying face down on the ground in the distance was still laughing strangely and smugly, but Suer paid no attention to him at all.

"You can't go back, monkey," Asano Shirasu muttered as he struggled to turn over, lying on the ground, looking at the red sky above him that he hadn't looked at closely in a long time—just like the blood that was about to drain from his body.

There was still no response. Suer was still trying to untie the bandages on his leg and then use the bandages to tightly bind the herbs to the wound. The pain and dizziness during the process forced him to concentrate all his attention to complete the task.

Even though he had suffered such harm, Suer not only showed no regret, but was also sincerely grateful that he had come here today.

Otherwise, this orc, who had already foreseen that he would definitely come to confirm whether he was dead, would definitely leave some information that would be very detrimental to the survival of humans when he did not arrive.

Thinking of this, Suer gritted his teeth, stood up unsteadily, and slowly walked to the body of the dead Ork leader that Asano Shirasu had just been leaning against. He carefully examined it, needing to confirm whether any Ork writing or codes had been left there.

Having waited a long time for Suer's reply, Asano Shirasu turned his head to glance at him, and roughly guessed Suer's plan.

“…Stop looking, there’s nothing left,” Asano Shirasu mumbled, moving his jaw. The white-haired orc chewed, even swallowing the flesh he had just bitten off from Sul.

Ignoring him, Suer refused to believe a word the enemy said and continued to lie there carefully searching every corner of the area.

"Heh, is this why monkeys can still survive in a world like this?" After a while, still muttering to himself, Asano Shirasu seemed to have become more talkative before his death. "But no matter what you do, you're finished... your tribe is finished too."

“The monkeys probably can’t tell the difference, right? Let me tell you,” Asano Shirasu even laughed easily, “After I bit you, your blood has been scattered all over this battlefield…”

"That's a taste that's absolutely different from our blood and the blood of the Orks. Even if you monkeys can't imagine that kind of ability, for us orcs, it's incredibly easy to extract your scent from such a mixed mix of smells."

The body that Suer was searching for suddenly stopped moving. Even though he didn't care, every word Asano Shirasu said reached his ears.

Clenching his fist, Suer took a deep breath and continued his search—he knew what Asano Shirasu was doing; the white-haired orc was simply trying to provoke him and lure him into his attack range.

If everything were really as simple as he described, then the orc wouldn't say another word at this moment.

Leaving aside how long the scent of this battlefield would linger in a world where black and gray storms frequently erupt, what if the orcs who come to investigate later discover Sul's scent?

Do you really think they're naively convinced that some nameless monkey killed so many orcs and orks here? Even dreams have their limits.

At most, the conclusion would be that some unlucky beasts happened to be caught in the crossfire and were unfortunately torn to pieces by the aftershocks. That's all the information that blood can convey.

All Suer needs to do is wait here for the white-haired orc to breathe his last, and then erase all the information he left beside the corpse—which is exactly what Asano Shirasu fears, and why he is still struggling to use his last strength to keep talking.

A failed seduction.

To be honest, after seeing through Asano Shirasu's purpose, and witnessing this orc whose body was already mutilated to the point of being almost broken, still trying so hard to talk and provoke him to rush over, even though it was laughable, Suer couldn't help but feel a strange sense of sorrow.

What makes them different?

Unaware of what Suer was thinking, Asano Shirasu continued speaking in an excited tone while coughing, "You're dead, and your tribe is dead too. From now on, wherever this scent appears will be a hunting ground for the beastmen. You have brought death to your tribe. You are the sinner of all of you!"

"You brought death to them!"

Chapter Twenty-Three: Anomalies

"...Shouldn't we save our energy?"

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Suer simply sat down on the ground to rest, saying without turning his head.

He had finished his examination; there were no marks left near Oak's body.

“You will die…you will all die…your spouse, those you want to protect…your entire community will be wiped out by us…”

His consciousness fluctuated between clarity and confusion, and the once white-haired orc continued to mutter and threaten.

"..."

To be honest, even though he had seen through the trick, hearing such words still filled Suer with anger. Even though he knew that saying anything would be a waste of breath, he couldn't help but retort, "Instead of worrying about us, you should think about what to do with your orc race now."

"You've lost so many men this time, so your patrol and hunting areas will probably have to shrink considerably. If you can't gather enough food, many children will starve to death, right? Unlike us beasts, you'll be more vulnerable to attacks from a race like the orcs, whose defenses are considered a threat... right?" Sul mocked as much as he could, quickly considering the possible consequences for the orcs.

Outstanding effect.

In a sense, it was this monkey who caused this result, and this beast still dared to laugh at him here. It was even so excited that it sat up halfway on the ground. Asano Shirasu bared its teeth ferociously, as if it could bite through Suer's throat from a distance.

"Haha, you're angry, you're angry. Don't be so angry. Think of something positive. At least you won't have to worry about these things anymore soon, okay?" With a malicious smile, Su'er shifted her buttocks further back, paused slightly, and then stuck out her tongue maliciously, saying, "...Because you'll already be dead before that~"

"Aaaaaaaahhhhhhh!!!" he roared suddenly, but even so he could not make any more moves. The once white-haired orc could only stare at Suer with his bloodshot eyes, hoping to kill this monkey with his gaze.

Suer suddenly realized a problem—he could verbally provoke this orc to death, since Asano Shirasu was bleeding again from the struggle to sit up.

"Ha, you're quite the sharp-tongued monkey," Asano Shirasu panted heavily, his bloodshot eyes glaring. "You're just a shameless beast who has survived for three years by selling out others' lives, and you can still breathe this air... Don't you feel ashamed?!"

"..."

"Rather than letting a piece of trash like you live, wouldn't it be a better choice to let that monkey from three years ago live? After all, to let a coward like you live, we might have to sacrifice the lives of even more monkeys," Asano Shirasu sneered mockingly. "Hey? Was it Luvas? Even I remember that monkey's name, but I don't remember the name of a piece of trash like you who wastes the lives of other monkeys..."

It felt like flames were burning in his lungs, something more painful than the pain itself, even surpassing the agony of the wound on his shoulder. Sul gritted his teeth and glared at the dark red orc stained with blood.

He absolutely, positively will not be fooled!

Rushing towards this orc in a fit of rage at a time like this would be truly idiotic—but if it were possible! If that were the case! Suer desperately wanted to rip the orc's intestines out and strangle him to death!

hum.

The ethereal echo caused Suer's eyes to suddenly go blank and become lifeless, as if something was calling to him. Invisible lines, which could neither be seen nor touched, seemed to spread in the air, extending from him and winding, twisting, and entwining from an unknown place.

It was a magical feeling, as if he were looking at his own right hand and then raising it. It was an instinctive tactile sensation, requiring no instruction or learning. In Suer's heart, he knew he should be filled with astonishment, but he was surprisingly calm—calmly watching the orc's arm rise like a puppet and then plunge into his own stomach.

Torn.

"Pfft cough cough cough! What, what is this!" Whether it was the intense pain or something else that awakened this strange state, Asano Shirasu took out his hand in astonishment, and then pressed it hard against the wound. The abdominal wound that he had caused himself was not an illusion.

"Did you do this?! No, or is it the illusion magic of a vampire?! Who is it?! Come out now!" Asano Shirasu, having obtained energy from who-knows-where, glanced at Su Er with a tense and terrified look at himself, then looked around in fear.

It was abnormal, even Asano Shirasu himself felt it was abnormal—because he shouldn't still possess such power.

It was as if something was providing him with strength from the center of his body.

Without speaking, Suer still vaguely retained that feeling, as if there was an invisible line connecting him and Asano Shirasu. Although it was broken at the moment, he could reconnect it as long as he wanted to.

Like this...

As if sensing something, he subconsciously raised his hand. With a slight buzzing sound, that familiar yet strange feeling he had just experienced reappeared, as if he had grasped a rope. Su Er had grasped the rope that belonged to Asano Shirasu.

The eyes of the once white-haired orc suddenly became empty, but then he shook his head violently the next moment.

The rope has broken again.

"No, no, no, no! Get out of here!" he shouted, shaking his head as if trying to shake something out of his mind. For the first time, Asano Shirasu looked up in horror at Su Er with a look in his eyes. "...It was you?! You did it, didn't you?!"

During that brief connection with Suer, not only Suer, but Asano Shirasu also felt the presence of that invisible rope.

"I couldn't sense any spirit movement at all! What kind of magic is this?!" Asano Shirasu began to tremble. "This power to manipulate minds... there's not a trace of spirit on the monkey... how is this happening?!"

Chapter Twenty-Four: Power

For the first time, aside from condescending contempt and disdain, the orcs cast fear and panic upon the beasts they had once regarded as their own.

Still stunned, Suer was still savoring the sensation from just now. That instinctive feeling told him that he could control the orc as if it were his own right hand—as long as the invisible [rope] hadn't broken.

It wasn't a simple manipulation or control, nor was it a feeling of being separated by a glove; it was a real feeling... like an extension of one's own body.

Unfortunately, Asano Shirasu easily broke free, even though the beastman was already severely injured and on the verge of death.

Having waited in vain for Suer's reply, and no longer needing to listen to what the stunned monkey had to say, Asano Shirasu clutched the wound on his stomach and struggled to move—he didn't know where this power from within came from, but he was sincerely grateful for it.

Despite being a wild beast, the monkey possesses unknown powers.

Even though he couldn't see the elves, and there were no elves flowing through his body at that moment, the monkey actually entered his brain and controlled his consciousness.

It's still this most dangerous kind of power: manipulating people's hearts.

Asano Shirasu clearly remembered all his feelings just now, the feeling that he had given his whole body and soul—he had to eliminate this scourge here!

Blood surged once more, nerves burned once more, every cell boiled, calling forth the most prized power of the orc race: Blood Destruction! Crimson Shadow!

Finally snapping out of his uncontrollable daze, even though his consciousness was still somewhat unclear, Suer clearly realized Asano Shirasu's intentions; without a doubt, he wanted to kill him.

At this crucial moment, clutching his shoulder, Su Er scrambled to his feet and lunged to the side, while behind him came Asano Shirasu's final roar.

"Drink ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

Bang! ! !

It exploded.

The anticipated attack from the orcs did not materialize.

Like a real firework, Asano Shirasu exploded in the air as it rushed towards him, bursting forth with the fireworks of blood and flesh.

The blood and chunks of flesh, still attached to the fascia, poured out, covering half of Suer's body with broken bones. A wisp of blood-red smoke briefly floated in the air, like raindrops.

With trembling hands, he tried to wipe the blood off his face, but no matter how hard he rubbed, he couldn't get the red stains off—he wanted to vomit, he dry-heaved desperately, but nothing came out.

He kept patting himself, trying to shake off the debris that had fallen onto his body. The most vivid hell existed in this place. He had never been so close to such a meat grinder-like scene, and even his bones were knotted with fear.