Orc Tyrant

"Go to hell! Damn beast!"

At close range, Mountbatten shot frantically with a pistol, but the big guy seemed unscathed and just snarled at him.

This Ouke was twice as tall as he was. He was mad at seeing blood, and his body was enveloped in hot fog and electromagnetic fire.

Mountbatten drew the knife out of its sheath and began to spin his wrist.

The Ouke hit him with a giant claw, and the general leaned back to avoid it and hit it with his army in the belly.

Unfortunately, the beast did not feel it.

It smashed Mountbatten's saber with a big claw and threw it to the ground. Mountbatten also fell to the ground due to the sudden blow.

"General!"

The hunting team tried to rush over, but was intercepted by other Ok.

The big guy dragged forward, it raised its giant claws.

"Ok?"

In the next second, blood splashed on Mountbatten's face, and Ok's knees trembled, and then fell heavily beside the commander.

The impact seemed to loosen something, and the Ouke's head slid down the horrible cut in its neck and rolled onto Mountbatten's hand.

A black shadow stood in front of Mountbatten, the residual energy still attached to the huge claw blade of his wrist, and he stretched out a black armor fist toward Mountbatten.

Mountbatten found that he had the courage to hold that fist. This was a stranger, wearing a strange black armor.

"Good meeting, Mr. Mountbatten."

The first sentence of the savior was somewhat ambiguous, and Mountbatten could hear the voice of a man, a middle-aged man.

"who are you?"

"Me? You can call me Wayne, or... they like to call me Black Knight, but it doesn't matter."

"I don't know you, and you don't seem to belong here."

"Yes, but someone invited me to come and asked me to protect you."

As he said, the shadow suddenly disappeared in front of Mountbatten. The next second he appeared behind a reloaded boss who was tearing at a poor soldier, and chopped off the opponent's head with fierce means.

"Well, one more person is better than one less."

Mountbatten blinked and got up quickly.

"Need to clear the nearby Ok artillery positions, so you won't be razed immediately here."

This is not a requirement, but for any commander, it is almost the case.

While Bruce was speaking, his Shadow Blade team had slaughtered the last Ouke, and then moved forward to shred the giant armored car.

Then, a dark iron harrier transport plane whizzed past its head, bringing more troops.

"Oh! Something!"

At the other end of the battlefield, Gu Ya encountered the assassination squad of the Citizen Temple that had been lurking for a long time and came specifically for him.

These assassins are all super warriors strengthened by biotechnology and mechanical technology. They are an invisible dark sword of the ancient organization of the Citizen Temple. The reformers must be cultivated from an early age to erase some of their humanity and become simple weapons—they Known as the Hyperion Gladiator.

Such a team consists of seven people, dressed in the most advanced nano-level military armor, and there are only more than fifty sets of such armor in the entire Citizen Temple.

In order to kill the most powerful Ouke warlord, the Citizens' Royal Highness made a blood.

But the assassination squad ran into trouble from the beginning. They underestimated the warlord's vigilance and the perception ability of the psionic boy. After being discovered, they could only change from assassination to assault.

As a result, only one Hyperion gladiator rushed in front of Buck Fang.

But even the buck teeth have to admit that the skills of these gladiators are really superb.

Each of his design proportions are perfect, and each function of his body and movement is calculated to one thousandth. Only through two rounds of hand-offs can he find out his ability.

He knelt on one knee when the gladiator's high-frequency cutter flew toward his neck, and lowered the battle axe into his shoulder armor, parallel to the angle of his back.

The weapon hit the axe and cut off a third of the axe face before it slid down.

After such a blow, a normal person would lose his balance and expose his chin to a blow from the axe handle or shoulder armor, but the gladiator is an artist of war.

His body was exceptionally coordinated, he turned his opponent, and immediately launched a gust of wind-like attack.

Buck teeth can only move back slightly.

He fends off every blow and launches a counterattack when the opportunity reveals itself, but the opponent's deep-rooted spiral action combines an unbreakable defense and an unstoppable offense.

Let him feel tricky for the first time on this battlefield.

Huh~!

With a metal crackle, the gladiator's mechanically strengthened arm pierced forward, and his feet left the ground at the same time, as if igniting a hidden jumping backpack.

The light flickered, and the laser firepower poured out from the weapons mounted on his armored wrists and shoulders, and splashed on the bucktooth armor.

But that is actually just a distraction, the real ultimate move is hidden behind the dazzling light.

Yaya realized this, he ignored the laser firepower and focused on the high-frequency stand sword.

He seemed to have more time, then avoided, then swung a sharp axe, struck diagonally, and cut the gladiator's legs from his body.

Patter.

The rest of the cyborg fell to the ground and rolled.

"Endless!"

Bucktooth turned around and crushed the strong torso with one foot before the opponent could fire.

But in the end, he stepped on six feet before finally killing the opponent.

On the battlefield, the armor hissed like a well-trained army horse, the blood boiled from the battle, and the warlord raised his head.

An unseen black army launched a counterattack from various positions on the front line. The boys on the front line suffered a setback. It was not until this distance that he was able to observe him closely. The towering walls were made of dense dark gray concrete, steel, and steel. It is composed of layers of sandbags, and to make a road requires more powerful weapons than armored trucks.

Around him, the dead were already piled up like a mountain, as deep as his knees, most of them were lightly armed infantry, either broken by bullets or cut in half by a knife.

The machine guns in the distance continued to rattle, and the flames swept across the wall with each explosion, revealing bloodstains like a message hidden in the dark.

Bucktooth got rid of the uncomfortable confusion in his mind, charged forward, raised his battle axe, his battle boots crushed the enemy's dead body.

"Boys! Give me WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!"

He slashed down a soldier who had jumped out of the trench. The battle axe hit something hard, a grenade or a helmet, and then the opponent's breastbone.

The warlord laughed and pulled out a pile of blood clots, pulled his arm back, and slashed the axe into the chest of another guy who was not afraid of death.

The bodyguard gun following him knocked off the head of the guy who was trying to sneak attack at close range.

Buck tooth didn't have time to observe, and slammed his axe handle into the throat of another guy who looked like an officer.

The metal-wrapped green beast moved forward steadily, and its huge armored body nearly pushed back the humans on the 100-meter line of defense.

Soon, the front passage widened, and more combatants poured out in other directions.