Chapter 321 Purification

Of all the alien races, only the vampires resemble humans in appearance and physique, but their bodies are also vastly different from humans, and their physical strength far surpasses that of ordinary humans.

Even on his deathbed, Krun couldn't believe that Qin Mo, a human without any holy light, possessed a body of steel that had brutally killed him, a powerful orc, in close combat. That's why he concluded that Qin Mo was a vampire, and a high-ranking one at that.

“He’s not a vampire, I can guarantee that.”

When the temple cultivators watching Qin Mo began to look at her with fear and hostility, Saintess Heatherine coldly said something that dispelled their doubts.

Saintess Heatherine is the controller of light and the human most feared by the evil vampires. She says Qin Mo is not a vampire, so Qin Mo is not a vampire.

"Are you... just going to watch these orcs escape?" Qin Mo found the corpse of an orc general, broke off his blue fangs, and then pointed at the orc army that had begun to scatter and escape, saying calmly.

Kelly and the others then realized that the orcs had lost their most powerful overlord, and more importantly, they were clearly terrified. If they didn't act now, when would they?

"For the Temple..."

"For the Temple..."

Holson and the others shouted the temple's slogans and began to hunt down the orc warriors. As for the Rakshasa cavalry, they had already begun to flee the moment Kark and Krun died. The orcs did not usually treat them as their own people, and they would not risk their lives for the orcs in times of crisis.

Qin Mo did not follow Kelly and the others to hunt down the orc warriors. Instead, she joined Saintess Heather to provide cover for them. One should not be too selfish; she had already taken the lion's share, so she should leave some merit for them as a consolation prize.

"Your strength surprises me, or rather... I still don't know your true strength," Heather said softly, watching Qin Mo occasionally fire an arrow.

"Your Highness, everyone has their own secrets, doesn't they?"

Qin Mo casually fired a "dark arrow," helping Xu Luo deal with an orc general. Then, she turned back to look at Heather's veil and gave her a warm smile.

Heatherine's usually calm eyes flickered slightly before returning to their usual composure. There was a most forbidden place in her heart, which she usually protected very deeply, but Qin Mo had just touched a nerve, causing her some panic.

"Your Highness, we've captured one alive." Holson and his men dragged back an orc general. Everyone was excited; the battle had been incredibly smooth and exhilarating.

This is an orc general with a broken leg. He was surrounded and beaten by four or five powerful orcs. Although he fought to the death, he was still knocked unconscious and became the most humiliated prisoner.

“Tell me your name, your tribe, and everything about Tallinn, and I will give you the dignity a beastman deserves,” Saintess Heatherine said expressionlessly to the beastman, as if pronouncing his fate.

"Humble humans, you have invaded the territory of the great Warsong Clan. You will all perish. Lord Bruon will tear you apart and bury you in his garden as fertilizer..."

The orc general was incredibly tough. Although his legs were twisted backwards in a bizarre way, the immense pain did not break him. He glared at Qin Mo and the others with eyes full of resentment, as if he wanted to memorize their faces before he died.

Heatherine didn't waste any more words on him; she had never liked talking.

A ball of pure holy light appeared in Heatherine's hand, bringing a warm feeling in the chill of early spring. But the orc general was filled with terror, his hands rubbing the ground incessantly, and his remaining leg twisting and turning, trying to get as far away from the holy light as possible.

But all of this was in vain. The pure holy light entered the orc general's body, and then his entire body began to smoke.

"Awooooo!"

A scream even more piercing than a wolf's howl emanated from the orc general's mouth, opening Qin Mo's eyes to a whole new world. She had never imagined that orcs could produce such a variety of cries.

Holson and his men became even more excited, shouting in a tone that represented justice, "Your body is full of sin, accept the purification of the gods!"

Seeing this cruel "purification" scene, Qin Mo couldn't help but take a few steps back. The orcs' bodies were too big, and the commotion they made was too great. The amount of excrement they produced due to incontinence was also large and smelly, which Qin Mo, who had picked up some bad habits from Allen, could not bear.

“I said… my name is Stone Hammer… I am from the Lanxi tribe, and I belong to… Commander-in-Chief Kark…” The orc general’s answer had become somewhat distorted due to his pain.

"How many orc warriors are still in Tallinn, and who is their leader?" The pure and holy Heatherine continued to ask calmly, seemingly unconcerned about the stench in the air.

“There are three thousand orc warriors… Bruon… King Bruon is in the city… as well as two warlords… and… and seven or eight generals…” The orc Stonehammer spilled out everything he knew in one breath, then looked at Heather with fear, as if he were looking at a devil.

Heatherine nodded slightly, and Holson, having received the signal, licked his lips and excitedly chopped off Stonehammer's head with his sword, ending his suffering.

"You all go clean up the battlefield first. Qin Mo, come here for a moment." Saintess Heatherine dismissed the others and then discussed the next steps with Qin Mo.

"Your Highness Heatherine, do we have detailed intelligence about King Bruon?"

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