The tremendous impact, combining his body weight with the acceleration of gravity, landed straight on Boris’s face.
It was Salk.
Salk sat on the Boris’s collapsing mountain-sized belly, cushioning the shock of his own falling body.
“Keuek!”
Having received an unbearable impact to his belly right after his face, Boris ended his life with a scream.
“Aigo, my aching body.”
Salk, who had barely managed to survive thanks to the massive bulk, grumbled as he pushed himself up from Boris’s completely caved-in belly.
Even after he stood up, no one could move.
A naked body, an incomprehensible language.
Above all, the identity of this man who had suddenly fallen from the sky and crushed the orc chieftain struck fear into everyone’s hearts.
“What are these things?”
Relieved to be alive, Salk managed to gather his senses and looked around, feeling dumbfounded.
On one side, big-nosed foreign bastards and bitches were gripping their weapons, terrified out of their wits.
On the opposite side, an even more ridiculous sight unfolded.
Pig bastards that should have been locked in a pen and dragged to a slaughterhouse were standing there glaring at him, holding crude hand axes.
“Damned bastard.”
A curse suddenly burst from Salk’s mouth.
Although his body had been stolen by Katrisian, his soul had not been dominated.
Salk knew everything from beginning to end.
While Katrisian did whatever he pleased with his body, Salk’s soul had to remain helplessly shoved into a corner.
Thus, he had watched every single action Katrisian took after hijacking his body, and was privy to his thoughts.
His anger toward Katrisian was just as great as his own miserable situation.
However, knowing the final sacrifice Katrisian had shown in the Dimensional Tunnel, he held back his explosive anger.
Katrisian had squeezed out his remaining strength at the last moment to protect Salk.
It was because protecting a small human body had a higher chance of success than protecting his massive original dragon body.
That was how Salk realized he had fallen into an unfamiliar world, the Brachion Continent, in Katrisian’s stead.
But Salk could not continue his train of thought any longer.
“Chiiikkkk.
That guy killed the boss.
Kill him.”
Vank, Boris’s right-hand man who was the first to snap out of it, shouted.
“This pig bastard.”
Salk lunged forward before the orcs could rush him.
He was already in a foul mood, and now this pig was raising an axe while making bizarre noises.
Smack, thwack, bam-bam-bam.
Hitting, striking, and smashing.
His hands and feet accurately struck the orcs’ vital spots, and each time, the orcs in the front collapsed one by one.
The power was far stronger than when he was in the other world, feeling as if he were striking them with an iron hammer.