Orc Tyrant

Ur bared his teeth and took a breath.

Anger was burning in his lungs, and he inhaled the pungent cloud filled with the helmet, and found that it was not as devoid of air as he believed.

This made the wall of his throat feel sick, and it tasted like a highly concentrated syrup.

Ur straightened up, drew his sword on top of his head, and entered a defensive posture. The blade was parallel to the ground, and the tip of the blade pointed directly at the nightmare on the fountain.

"Close your bad mouth, mud, I'm here, there is no overlord."

The creature seemed to expand as it absorbed a dozen tentacles.

"Yeah, good. I love whipping and jabs, but it's been a long time since I last saw a bruised body."

"Hagrid."

Ur turned his head and yelled at the big guy who was trampling on the mud. He was not sure about fighting this weird nightmare thing, but he could get comfort from this preventive measure.

"Send a message to that silver guy, we found something..."

"You go say this!"

Hagrid responded loudly.

"I can solve this by myself... Damn, why keep getting in my eyes!"

"Execute the order, idiot."

Ul’s words hit his face like a blow, Hagrid shook off the tentacles wrapped around the roots of his thighs, stepped onto the tunnel and took out a communicator wrapped in a large number of copper wire plates and bricks. At the same time, a few special fighters were on the side. Fire around and follow him.

The nerve boy was still standing there, holding his metal stick.

"Others, follow me."

Ur roared.

"At least this **** belongs to me."

The corrupted thing responded with a sneer, and the fluctuating muscles flowed with its tentacles.

The surrounding mirror screens flickered, the old faces melted, new faces emerged, and the rotten flowers around them swayed one after another.

But Ur only saw the nightmare on the tip of his knife.

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! !

"You tried, Ok, and I appreciate the attempt."

A friction sound similar to static electricity hissed in Ur's ears. He ignored it and focused only on basic survival.

He roared to challenge him, and then a tentacle pierced him like a spear swinging on a horseback and slammed his shoulder.

"That's you?"

The special warfare boss staggered back, and his huge boots trampled **** the gravel ground, trying to keep his body upright.

With a hum, Ur turned his upper body and hacked into the lashing limb with his knife.

"Then you have to die immediately!"

In this operation, Ur was rarely put on heavy armor, which was the most advanced type of armor that was able to be equipped in large quantities by Guk's guards.

It is composed of several centimeters of steel, layered leather, and special hardened paint to sacrifice mobility and visibility in exchange for awesome protection.

For the special warfare kid who is good at stealth and ambush, such equipment is originally inappropriate, but due to the particularity of the underground pipeline, Ur also knows that defense is more important than speed, so he deliberately got it from Kundera. Such a set of armor was sought.

Not adapting is affirmative.

But against such a heavy and rapid blow, it does not seem to be a balanced exchange.

"what!"

A special warfare kid who was strafing took a blow to the breastplate. He didn't wear this reliable armor, so he flew out, blood splashing like water in a broken shower.

Then he knocked down on the wall behind, his limbs shattered, and viscous blood flowed out.

"Pain is happiness, you have to learn this."

On the other hand, the cut off appendage screamed as if he was a living creature.

The **** liquid washed the floor under Ur's feet, and then the severed appendage broke open, and a human body was vomited out like a baby in a **** fetal membrane.

The former man scratched the delivery juice and sobbed blindly.

Ur curled his mouth. He seemed to be a little used to it. He bent down and cut off the other limb, which was going over his shoulder and hitting the soldier behind him.

"Boss, this won't work."

The rescued special warrior said so.

Although he didn't mean to be timid right now, several special warriors had already died, and it had fully demonstrated how tragic it was to fight the demon with a combat knife.

"All get closer, stay away from those slippery things."

Without an order, the special warfare boys also spontaneously gathered together, slashing violently any tendrils that escaped Ur's attention.

After Hagrid sent the message, he also joined the battle. He attacked the tentacles surrounding the mirror on the left, using the strengths of his armor and size to turn the cutting, blocking, and counterattack of the sword into the art of a butcher.

The neuroboy follows a bullet path: direct and concise.

Every blow from his psionic stick produced painful shock waves and weird blood bubbles on the tentacles. Lightning thunderbolts threw from his forehead, scorching the roots of the entire tentacles, making the armor jellyfish. 'S core body screamed frantically, and at the same time produced more tentacles in the pleasure bursting from its outer substance.

Ur readjusted his posture, and at the same time a shining newborn tentacle struck him.

boom!

With a loud noise, it exploded into a mess of blood clots.

"Let's talk, I have to rely on me!"

Hagrid triumphantly raised his big gun, but the next second he was interrupted by the clucking of the jelly in ecstatic pleasure.

"Let your warriors go up to face death first? You have no kingly demeanor at all, Gu Ke... are you planning to conquer the world like this? Maybe this is your nature?"

Ur cut off another tentacle, and then another, taking it one step further, scorning the demon's mockery.

The stench of the excrement almost made him nauseous, but he forced himself to hold back and breathe.

"What are you talking nonsense?"

Ur gasped.

"There is only me here!!"

"Does this matter now?"

"Stop that nonsense."

A tentacle whip slammed Hagrid while shooting, knocking out the big gun in his iron fist.

Then the demon let out a roar of joy, and the other tentacle coiled around the big guy's waist, pressed his arms to his sides, and casually lifted him off the ground.

The other boys cursed one after another, pouring bullets at the demon, blood splattering in a flash.

But the demon grabbed Hagrid and hit the walls and ceiling, sparks exploded from the moment of the collision, and a large amount of gas was emitted from the hollow pipe, and then a special warfare kid's grenade finally hit the key.

"Fuck and ruthless!"

The tentacles exploded, and Hagrid fell to the ground from a height of six meters.

He fell on a railing, crushed the railing, and broke through the remains of a half-meter-high stone pillar.

"Damn it!"

Ur yelled, busy repelling the tentacles around him, unable to go to help.

"It's too far to kill me!"

Hagrid shook his head and stood up again.

"How hard."

The devil complained.

"I now think of why I like humans more. They are so delicate, they can scream and grieve... and you are not pleasant at all! It's just the stones in the toilet."

"Withdraw! Who are you talking about!"

With a roar, the nerve boy seemed to be irritated, straightened his body to the devil, and leaned his swollen head forward.

In the blink of an eye, a wave of energy turned everything in the narrow cone between him and the devil into a paste, allowing the neuroboy to run towards the body without any hindrance.

He moved forward, breathing heavily, and the long stick crackled in a huge hand.