What Do You Wish For With Murky Eyes: Record of Highserk War - Chapter 65

“Ugh… when the battalion commander returns, you guys… will…”

The High Ogre, having slashed through the soldier’s side, bit into it voraciously. The prey, only able to groan, instantly convulsed, blood overflowing after a voice mixed with moisture from its throat.

“Ugh, gyaahhh!”

Chewing on the meat, High Ogre relished the resilient texture of the flesh, along with the overflowing blood, magical energy, and screams, stimulating its appetite and sadistic nature.

Indeed, eating humans alive was incomparable. High Ogre, reveling in the elasticity of the entrails in its mouth, would rip open the ribcage, tear out the desired organ – the heart – and swallow it whole.

Feeling thirst in its throat, it would tear off limbs, drink the blood, and if its stomach clamored for hunger, it would cut open the belly and devour the organs. In the human castle, High Ogre behaved according to its desires.

The miscalculation was that their leader Ogre Lord, enveloped in azure flames, had ended up in a mutual kill with a human. Although High Ogre couldn’t hide its sorrow and confusion at the death of the respected Lord, being a creature of darkness, it quickly switched gears.

The superior members of the pack, who were on par with humans, perished in battles against them. To determine the next king, High Ogre had to kill countless compatriots, rise above them, and reign over their corpses.

High Ogre could ascend to the apex of the pack as the next king without doing anything. It wasn’t just compatriots; even lowly creatures of darkness followed under its command. The diverse pack, while causing significant casualties, reveled in the feast of devouring humans.

Removing only the organs, which were its favorite, High Ogre continued to feast. Organs of humans, especially those of magical warriors and mages rich in magical power, were a delicacy. If it could devour them here, the path to becoming a Lord would be in sight both in name and reality.

High Ogre was filled with ambition. Even if it wasn’t a warrior’s flesh, the meat of women and children was tender, enjoyable to eat, violate, and crush. Humans were undoubtedly born to be trampled upon.

Having mostly consumed its meal, High Ogre threw away the now-empty torso. Lowly imps and dog-like creatures salivated and gathered around the leftovers.

Seeking more prey, the monsters advanced toward the places where humans were holed up. A wolf tore apart a soldier who failed to escape, a sluggish troll swallowed a child whose entire body it had crushed, and goblins raped a woman while crushing her limbs.

The night parade of a hundred demons, the feast of monsters, turned the human world into a demonic realm, and High Ogre shivered with joy at the destruction.

Its subordinate monsters rushed into the humans’ vulnerable positions. Goblins had holes pierced in their throats, skeletons had their bones crushed, and orcs had their heads severed.

High Ogre mocked these futile resistances. Kicking away a dog-like kobold, using a spear as a shield, it swung its claymore to cut through the spear and leaped in. With a few swings of the claymore, all the humans who had formed a group sank to the ground. Monsters covered the humans lying breathless on the ground. Jaws were crushed, organs were gouged out, and limbs were torn apart.

Humans who had likely faced a total collapse were fleeing en masse. Monsters were both inside and outside the castle. For High Ogre, the trembling horn rabbits unearthed from their holes were no different. Monsters began to run after the fleeing humans.

They chased them down one by one, slaughtering them. It was supposed to be a suitable warm-up exercise before a meal. Until that moment—

Suddenly, wind blew in the supposedly windless castle. In an instant, the air became heated, transforming into a raging flame wind. The overflowing azure flames turned skeletons to ash, purifying ghouls. Imps writhed on the ground, wolves were engulfed in flames, and chaos ensued.

High Ogre had seen the detestable azure flames before. The one who emerged from the fire was the human who had killed the Lord. Moreover, the human housed the golden eyes that could make anyone cower in fear, the eyes of the Lord.

Unbelievable. Impossible. Why was this person alive? Why did they possess those eyes? Was the one with the inhuman demonic eyes emerging from the azure flames, wearing a mask resembling the Ogre Lord, truly human?

What was there to fear? High Ogre denied that feeling. There was no reason to fear mere humans. If they were alive, it meant they could be killed again.

High Ogre roared, and its kobold subordinates launched arrows, spears, and stones. Goblin mages and wraiths cast spells.

The azure flames did not shrink but expanded, inviting those monsters into a sea of fire. Screams and frenzied dances of the subordinates echoed. Wherever it passed, all heads turned into corpses, and they would never rise again. Like the Flame Emperor, the stride of a ruler.

Eager brethren, relying on magical membranes, jumped in, but they were easily cut down by the sword enveloped in azure flames. Like cutting down weeds, slashing, burning, the human approached.

Death condors and hell bats flying overhead fell from the sky, scorched by the disturbed airflow and azure flames.

The ground, the sky, the entire landscape, all dyed in azure. High Ogre roared and leaped. Retreat was unthinkable. The humans eyes altered, narrowing vertically like their kin.

Don’t look into those eyes. Kicking the ground, the great sword swung with all its might was casually intercepted. By a human who only reached High Ogre’s chest.

It shouldn’t be possible. High Ogre pulled back the great sword while scraping it, slashing left, right, lower, and upper, but the human remained motionless. It was as if their movements were completely understood. Instinct screamed to flee. Still, the pride of the Ogre and the inherent fighting spirit of the race continued to drive High Ogre into battle. Roaring to shake the air, resisting the azure flames. With the most powerful blow, burying the undead.

High Ogre, poised at the top, noticed a discomfort. Half of its body refused to obey. The body slowly drifted. Heat, heat engulfing the entire body. High Ogre’s torso was slashed, and from the wounds, azure flames overflowed. Flapping its one arm, trying to breathe, it opened its mouth but could only inhale flames. Azure spread throughout the world. Gradually, High Ogre’s movements became sluggish, and only a scorched corpse remained on the cobblestone.