Orc Tyrant

The moment he fell on the floor, Stephen Blackhart's world shrank.

The perception of the body disappeared, and the sensations of the body were transformed into data and merged into the subconscious.

Everyone in the courtroom has understood since childhood that they were born weapons, killers and executioners, but most people are used to staying far away to complete these tasks.

They are not paladins, nor assassins, and even different from the Temple Slayers.

The judge kills like a god, without even having to hold a sharp blade or be stained with blood. The area of ​​force action is cramped, and the variables are too subtle and easy to misjudge.

It means chaos, it symbolizes depravity, destruction.

But occasionally, this is also necessary.

At the end of the darkness, those fuzzy figures moved too fast to be tracked.

But it doesn't matter, Stephen Blackhart is not about reaction, prediction is everything.

Soon, the strong smell of witchcraft entered his nasal cavity, and several pieces of most useful information quickly appeared in his mind——

The three weapons, the evil being cast through the blood sacrifice, have a 90% chance of being a long-range weapon.

The next second, he got up from the tumbling.

The electronic device implanted in his brain allows him to combine neural reflexes with feedback information, as if temporarily handing over his body to a machine in his brain instead of his own soul.

This sounds a bit scary, but it is extremely important, because from the opponent's training and conditioning, they will predict the target's movement before firing.

Stephen Blackhart twisted and crawled on the ground, spreading his limbs like a spider.

In an instant, two red sorcery rays crossed his original position.

But there is one opponent who hasn't done anything yet.

His muscles tightened.

This guy delayed shooting to prevent the other two partners from emptying, a very smart and dangerous figure.

As his muscles shook, he jumped from the floor again, and the purple evil energy hit the floor, blasting a circle of chalk into dust.

Stephen twisted his body as he flew through the air, grasping the edge of the still open vent with both hands.

Although the other exits of the air duct were probably exposed, he still yanked himself into the air duct.

Twenty meters ahead, the only feasible exit was, but it was locked.

He could hear the soft, quick sound of the people in the passage below, so he slipped his hand into a pocket and touched the small smooth sphere.

If they are alive, there is no possibility of escape, so escape is no longer the first option.

It is said that this grenade was not made by humans, but from an extremely ancient alien race. It was discovered by the ancient ancestors of the Citizen Temple in a place similar to an ancient human museum. All the people found at the time were dead. It was the people behind. Found this weird weapon in that terrible hell.

Its surface is smooth, like bone meal, and whenever it is touched, it always seems to be the same temperature as the skin, neither hot nor cold.

Stephen didn't get any information about its origin, the only thing he knew was what would happen when it detonated, and that was enough.

After taking a few deep breaths, he threw the grenade down from the flap and immediately retracted his body into the air duct.

Puff~!

There was no huge momentum, only an explosive sound similar to a sharp object piercing the air at high speed. The grenade detonated with a sound like countless needles scraping the metal, and a beam of light evaporated the edge of the mouth cover.

The burst of heat swept through Stephen, making the skin on his face seem to be scorched and blistered.

Then there was silence.

After inferring that the opponents were all terminated, the high-ranking judge put on the visor again, blinking to switch the feedback from the mechanical flying insects in the passage around his current position.

There is no one there now, at least they seem to be so.

On the other hand, a skin on his left leg and ankle was severely burned, a wound was deeply visible, and he was still bleeding.

Stephen felt that he needed to move, and a watch in his mind began to count.

"Hi... Damn, this coverage is too big."

Two seconds later, he slid out of the broken vent and hung a heartbeat on it.

At this time the entire passage turned red, and a thick curry-like meat slurry covered the walls and ceiling.

There were some solid objects in the middle of the damp area. The high-ranking judge who was used to seeing the big scene was nothing unusual, but quickly found the grenade with his eyes.

Its surface is covered by blood, and the single-fiber filaments that burst out of its surface have been retracted into its eggshell-like shell.

Then his eyes danced to recognize, and finally selected some other things from the broth.

"I like this power."

Five seconds later, he jumped down, causing a little splash when landing.

He immediately picked up the grenade, and then took two quick steps to pull out three things that looked like implants. Senior blood worshipers would have such things in their bodies, so that their superiors could keep track of their movements at any time.

A precise jump took him to the edge of the spreading blood pool, and Steven took off the sewer worker uniform that he wore one by one, and at the same time did not affect his stride meteor movement at all.

After removing those clothes, his neck looks like a giant python with four limbs. The scaly ones change its color continuously with the changes of the surrounding light. This kind of battle uniform called nano saint is only tall. Only when the rank judges go out to perform top-secret missions can they be loaned out from the Citizen Temple.

After simply treating the wound, he started to run, and several external devices attached to the battle uniform interrupted the smooth lines of the muscles.

Things will get a little messy, but there is no other way to go. He is facing a direct threat, and that means that the possibility of a complete failure of the mission becomes very real.

According to his many years of experience, the time it takes for the enemy to detect the loss is about 9 to 15 seconds.

Thirteen seconds later, the sealed door from the passage to the rest of the underground lair of the blood worship is in front of him. The visor is projecting the scenes in the rooms and passages within a certain range near him, and his mechanical flying insects are at the same time. Reorganized into a protective wall around.

14 seconds.

The mechanical flying insect on the other side of the gate caught the signs of movement, and a person entered the opposite passage.

He noticed the army uniform of the New California Republic, the military rank badge and the pistols around him.

This is a mid-level officer, should be a garrison.

He has no way of knowing if that person is really what he looks like, and in this case it doesn't matter. The passage where he is is now full of liquid remains of three blood worshippers, and there is only one exit.

16 seconds.

He slammed the door open to the sides and rushed over as he ran.

"Who--"

The officer turned around when he heard the sound, and he opened his mouth.

The high-ranking judge's hand greeted him, and a metal spike popped out of his wrist, which quickly sank into the opponent's neck like a snake kiss and then pulled it out.

The officer began to fall, and unless a very, very sophisticated trained and suspicious expert came to examine the dead officer, the conclusion could only be that he died of a sudden heart attack.

The judge ran past his body.

19 seconds.

He began to think about other things. The blood worshipers should clean up the remains of their dead accomplices, but they would not be interested in arousing official vigilance and let them realize that there is still a hidden war in their midst. They cause as much trouble as Stephen.

At least it is inferred that it is said that the situation should develop like this, that is the best result.

He needs to leave the enemy's search range temporarily, need to get out of here, find a safe entrance again, and then find favorable evidence to kill the heretics and traitors hidden on the surface.

23 seconds.

The enemy had already discovered the loss with a high probability. He flashed into a small maintenance room and raised the rusty door from the ground, looking back at him in the deep dark space.

26 seconds.

A large number of figures appeared in the passage he had passed through before, and Stephen exhaled cautiously and sank into the waiting darkness.