Orc Tyrant

The cheap cigarettes quickly drew in the distance of everyone. After taking a deep breath, the leading soldier said slowly through the smoke ring:

"For two weeks, he stayed motionless except for squatting in his den. He watched the surrounding ground being pulled out one by one. This coward did nothing. As a result, Oak came with a big thing and gave his den all at once. That's it, huh."

"Big stuff?"

"A super **** big robotic giant that smashed half of the school with one foot."

"It's Ok King Kong."

Ragnar whispered that he had seen Ok's large machinery, but if he could destroy a solid fortress, it could only be the largest one-Ok King Kong.

"Now what?"

"The Supreme Command has sent someone to clean up the mess and get this thing completely done."

"Who was sent?"

"Why are these civilians still here?"

A voice asked. It was a deep, penetrating voice, which was given more rigid edges and corners by the loudspeaker.

Afterwards, a figure walked into the scope of the beam of light behind the soldiers. Ragnal didn't understand how the other party could appear here unknowingly.

When he saw it clearly, he finally understood.

It was a slayer in the Citizen Temple, wearing a personal power armor that could be invisible.

Obviously, the Supreme Command requested reinforcements from the Citizen Temple to clean up the mess.

Ragnar felt her chest tighten and her pulse suddenly quickened.

He has only heard of it, but has never seen a temple slayer in person. It is said that this is the most powerful warrior of mankind, a superman who can be a hundred.

Until now, he hadn't realized that they were so mysterious.

The raven-black armor is as weird as the tomb idol in front of him. The dim light and dark goggles make it difficult for him to distinguish the exact color, making the armor look like some kind of glassy metal, but the helmet is one. A bright red that is almost faint, like red mixed with water

Alcohol, or oxygen-rich blood.

A thin, scaly metal cloak wrapped the warrior's left shoulder and torso, and the mouth of the helmet had the shape of a raven's sharp beak.

He couldn't see any emblems, and these mysterious guys obviously didn't intend to let people understand their organization.

Ragnar felt that he should be able to smell the opponent's scent: the dirty smoke on the surface of the helmet, the lubricating oil in the complicated joints, the sweat flowing between the body and the armor.

But nothing.

There was no smell, not even a trace of body heat, as cold and huge as the dead night sky.

He could hardly imagine that anything could block his path, let alone threaten his life.

"I asked a question."

The killer said indifferently.

"We are getting them to evacuate, sir."

One soldier stammered, and quickly threw a cigarette **** to the ground and trampled it on the ground. Others followed suit.

"fast."

The man simply cherishes words like gold.

Shabur muttered a few words of defense, but there was no intention of resistance. Everyone was shocked by the appearance of the killer, and the neighing of his breath was more rapid than ever.

"Hello there."

Ragnar finally spoke, and he took a step towards the opponent and raised his name tag.

"I am the captain of the Green Devil regiment, my name is Ragnar, and I am ordered to go and deliver an urgent mission."

The other party was unmoved.

"This sir, this is an urgent task, and its value is immeasurable. I hope I can complete him."

"This area is not safe."

The killer shook his head.

"I have received the order you want to convey."

"received--?"

The other party pointed to his name tag. This behavior made everyone around him puzzled, but no one dared to ask, except for one person.

"I have received the order inside."

"But what I'm looking for is Jaeger—"

"He is dead, and the instruction itself is given to me, and he is just a communicator."

Ragnar took back his name brand in doubt, and took a closer look, but he didn't see anything special on the thin piece of metal.

So how did the other party receive instructions from here?

"I'm not sure if I can trust you."

"You don't need to be sure, you just need to be clear, I gave an order, soldier."

"Sir, who's the honour to protect me?"

"Ulduar."

Ulduar, Ragnar remembered the name, a civic temple slayer.

"Then sir, do you mean we should evacuate now and go back to the back?"

"No matter where you go, it is extremely insecure right now."

"I understand, but I've dealt with Oak many times, if necessary—"

"What's your name."

Another slaughter appeared, right behind Ragnar, he turned around abruptly, not knowing how these guys managed to make a sound.

I didn't feel wrong before, and something really followed them.

"Ragna."

"Ragna, the captain of the Green Devil Order, killed at least fifty Oukes, I know you."

That voice sounds more emotional, but with a mechanical matte.

"It's not a big deal before killing a hundred green-skinned beasts alive."

"Let me ask a question, are you afraid of dogs?"

"what?"

Ragnar couldn't turn his mind a little, and said subconsciously.

"dog?"

"Yes, with teeth and claws, I like to bark at people."

"Not afraid, but they are ugly, and it hurts to bite."

"What about the snake?"

"They are also dangerous."

"But you are not afraid of them?"

"I will be careful if I run into it."

"Are you afraid of vultures?"

"Not afraid."

"Aren't you afraid?"

"I don't understand what you mean. These are just animals. Animals are nothing terrible. They only have fangs and claws. We have wisdom and bullets."

"Then I have to tell you, in this place, I am afraid of dogs, because they are not animals."

"Oh? Then what are they?"

The killer was silent for a moment, as if it was difficult to decide how to describe it appropriately.

"They are... how to put it, they are ghosts or the like, or demons, just like your doctrine says."

"You mean, they are supernatural?"

"Yes, they only know about destruction and devouring, because that is their nature, their only nature, and they can become dogs, snakes, or humans and walk upright. ."

"It's not true, it sounds like a story."

The new killer shook his head vigorously, and he leaned forward, lowering his voice.

"I have seen them."

He whispered, muttering to himself like a sleepwalker.

"I have seen them walking upright and covered with blood, those vicious dogs of the God of Slaughter."