Orc Tyrant

Bruce is looking for Oak's true commander on the battlefield. He knows enough about these beasts and knows that those warlords will appear on the front lines of the fiercest battle.

They are not the strategizing generals of human beings, and more often, Ouke’s commanders will only be more brave fighters.

Bruce is best at dealing with such fighters.

Because he is a killer.

However, after slaughtering hundreds of Ok, he encountered a trick outside a trench that made him very tricky.

A piece of Ouke scrap iron wrapped in an energy field and heavy metal is fearless, three times the height of an ordinary person.

This is a behemoth that is hitting with its gravitational hammer indiscriminately, like an obsolete machine mad because of its out-of-control program.

With the roar, it turned the surrounding fortifications into gravel and twisted steel supports, and patiently eliminated every human soldier approaching.

Because of the casual and rough shape of Ouke Machinery, it was easy to see a huge bucket crashing at first glance, but Bruce immediately felt the huge destructive power of this thing.

If it is allowed to continue its destruction, the hundreds of meters of defense line will inevitably fall apart.

The soldiers defending this place looked well-equipped and very brave, but on such a cruel battlefield, they were nothing more than rats trapped in a cage like Bruce.

"Prepare some dynamite bags!"

Bruce yelled to the bewildered commander in the trench, and then showed a weapon he didn't use very often.

A pitch-black war spear with a hook.

With a scream of the armor on his body, Bruce rushed forward without hesitation, inserting the spear into the revolving opening connecting Oak's fearless torso and hip.

The spear pierced its shield, sank deep into it, and exploded from the other end.

With the explosion of sizzle, electric sparks appeared around the spear handle. Bruce did not let go, but just grumbled, letting the electric current crackle in his hand and climbed onto his arm.

When he faced a human being, he could rely on his instinct to find the heart or neck and think that his enemy would end with a happy ending.

But he didn't know exactly **** an Ouke Fearless.

Kaka~~!

The barrel-shaped machine rotated its torso shaft until the gear jammed Bruce's war spear, then turned around and hammered it with its hammer.

The weapon hit the side of Bruce's breastplate, and the brute force it released shook the advanced and mysterious armor, distorting it.

Fortunately, the amazing tensile plasticity of the battle armor was able to restore it to its original shape without breaking, but it was also enough to give it a huge dent.

The five-meter-tall Oak fearlessly threw Bruce out, causing the black knight to hit the wreckage of the fortification.

Although withstood the shock. But the battle armor continued to stop, and the alarm sounded chaotically in the Bruce helmet. One by one, the limbs lost power, recovered, and lost again, and the sensors were also intermittent.

Some of the old wounds in the past have also split and began to bleed.

Bruce looked up and he saw the spots.

They gradually turned into thick smoke and acid rain. He smelled the musty smell of rust and heard the roar of the beast.

Just like that morning in Arkham.

The next second, he shook his head.

"Do not."

Bruce shook his head violently.

"This world does not have your share!"

The roar in his ears turned into a roar of heavy machine guns. After the nearby soldiers repelled another wave of enemies, they finally had the strength to come to Bruce.

The machine gun squad, under the command of their company commander, slammed the huge Ouke fearless with heavy bullets.

But their fire bounced off the metal, flashed on the shield, and exploded the twisted armor that was accidentally exposed, but the violent blow forced it back from Bruce.

The black knight stood up leaning on the sandbag, and Oak fearlessly turned to face the machine gun point that was firing at him, but the spear of Innbrus was stuck in his abdomen and could not spin freely.

"Fuck you!"

Just when the heavy machine gun attracted the attention of Ouke's fearlessness, the helmet that must have been grayed out suddenly emerged from the trench and threw a smoking package.

Bruce's reminder finally worked, and the commander of the defense line arranged for a brave and witty soldier to lurk close enough to Ouke's fearless.

Boom~!

The explosive kit banged and exploded Ouke's fearless left knee joint.

Oak swayed fearlessly, waving his fists drunkenly, while all the soldiers stood up and shot at it and threw grenades at it.

In the end, this terrible killing machine made a strong convulsion and fell to the ground, the sound like a truck crashing through an armory.

But an unexpected person also appeared.

Mountbatten stepped out of the gunpowder and fired six more rounds at Oak's fearless head, and the company commander defending the position helped Bruce stand up.

The black knight gladly took the opponent's shoulder and raised his head to see Mountbatten's walking out behind the guard.

He is now a warrior, standing straight with his back straight, his posture relaxed, his black army coat fluttering in the wind.

The war seemed to liberate him.

"You charge towards an Okker killing machine,"

Mountbatten said, obviously surprised.

"This doesn't seem to be your task, why?"

"No one gave me a task. My task is to kill these green maggots."

Mountbatten nodded slightly, as if he was dealing with this message.

"But thank you, sir, I just received the news that there was a problem here, but there is no reserve force anymore. I can only bring people here."

"It's not necessary."

"I was negligent, and the appearance of an Okek killing robot surprised me."

"You have been defending long enough, enough to make those guys lose all patience. They will use all means. This is their character."

"We only defended for less than a day."

"It's been long enough. If Oak really takes this as the main direction of attack, the time you stick to it will only be shorter."

Mountbatten blinked.

"Main direction? There is an entire Ork army here."

"Where it is not, it is not the main direction of attack."

Mountbatten immediately immediately what Bruce is referring to.

"It seems you are prepared."

"may be."

"Don't you feel resentful for not being there?"

Mountbatten said, he sounded very skeptical.

However, Bruce replied indifferently.

"I do not know."

Mountbatten didn't know what to say. Even his thoughts made him feel false. This person and the power he represents, in a sense, may be considered threats to him and the city.

However, in this **** moment, who can guarantee the so-called absolute security?

He hopes that when he counts the losses, he has enough strength to deal with a lot of mess that may happen next, including those unimagined, **** bad things.