Orc Tyrant

This is the first time Tato has directly tasted the suffering of witchcraft.

All those horrible rumors spreading between regiments and regiments, and from company to company, are obviously true. Those cultists possess mysterious knowledge, far beyond the rational understanding of mortals, and they are demonic wizards.

Boom~~~!

A shock wave slammed him to the ground, his mouth was full of blood, and sand was in his nose.

He propped up his body and saw a soldier lying curled up beside him, his scorched body smoking.

In a string of bright explosions, he saw many bodies scattered around, and the sand under them had melted.

He had never thought that a surprise attack on a cult stronghold would evolve into this appearance, although there are cult strongholds on the battlefield that are scary enough.

What they performed was a secret mission, which meant that it was basically impossible to have reinforcements.

"Sir—"

The deputy captain of the team rushed out from a flash of light, and he was yelling at Tato.

Tato could see the other's mouth moving, but couldn't hear anything.

Then the deputy captain pulled Tato up until his hearing gradually recovered, but all the voices were intermittent.

"To...go...those...we...impossible...!"

"What? What did you say?"

"...Many...all...to...that... **** idiot!"

Suddenly, the hail of flames stopped suddenly.

Tato blinked and looked at the mess around him. In this sudden silence, he heard a lot of sounds: the crackling of flames and the screams of the wounded, but everything was intermittent in his half-deaf ears. .

"Goddamn!"

A voice shouted sharply, terribly clear.

Those cultists rushed over.

Those cultists who were once civilians but are now lunatics-emerge from the gradual night, emerge from the shadows, and sweep toward this land of flames.

Their crimson robes danced, and the bright brass markings on their foreheads reflected fire.

They wield long knives or axes, some of which carried flags that floated in the air like kites, with the blood god's brand on them.

The most terrifying among them are some cultists with mutated bodies-known as fanatics, who hold half-human-tall two-handed axes, which are primitive, savage, but shockingly effective weapons.

It looks like a variant spear, like the blade of a sickle being straightened, the lower part is the handle, and the upper part is the axe blade with barbs, slightly curved, extremely sharp.

A skilled fanatic can swing and spin his battle axe like a flail, chop off his arms and head, and even cut a person in the middle.

That sharp blade can penetrate almost all metals.

The green devils who first encountered the enemy were all harvested like corn by the rotating battle axe, their arms and heads flew up into the air, arterial blood spurted out, and the broken corpses fell to the ground.

A few guns fired, but that was not a resistance at all.

When Tato saw this, he rushed forward.

"Wake up! Wake up!"

He yelled while shooting with a pistol.

"Tell them down! Take your guns! Take your knives! Don't let them rush over!"

But they have rushed over.

The sandy ground at night was full of the corpses and remains of the Green Devil soldiers and Republic soldiers, and there was a fine blood mist floating in the warm air that Tato could taste.

"Blood sacrifice to the blood god!!!"

His hearing was restored, and his ears were filled with the hiss of the massacre, the slashing of the battle axe, the terrifying howling of the cultists, and the screams of his soldiers.

Tato took the lead, fired with a shotgun in one hand, and drew his war knife with the other hand.

As they have been fighting against Oak all the year round, there is no reason to lose to these cult lunatics. This is just an accident.

He comforted himself so much.

"Skull Offering Skull Seat!!"

A fanatic yelled at him, and Tato raised his hand and blasted the opponent's face with a shot, and the man turned his head and flew out.

Suddenly another axe swung over, Tato drew sideways, kicked the man to the ground, and pierced him with a knife.

Then he knelt down on one knee, flattened the shotgun with the muzzle on the hilt, aimed at the two enemies who were charging, and knocked them down.

The moment they fell backward, the scarlet robe flew up like blood spilt.

There are three other soldiers beside Tato, using precise bursts to continuously kill the enemy.

But there were more and more cultists, and Tato's heart continued to sink.

This is obviously not an ordinary cult stronghold. It is by no means a simple thing to hide so many people in the war zone. He suddenly doubted the nature of this mission.

"Damn! Damn! We have to withdraw!"

The deputy captain also shouted while firing.

"We need help! Immediately! Ask someone to go to area 23 for help!"

"Stand by."

Suddenly, Tato heard a voice, but he did not carry any communication facilities.

"We are mobilizing troops to your location."

"hurry up!"

Subconsciously he shouted immediately.

"Immediately! We are being slaughtered!"

Later, he realized that he was talking to the air.

At this moment, a soldier next to him suddenly fell down, his body was split in half, and blood suddenly sprayed in all directions.

Tato twisted his body and saw a sturdy figure with his head in a barbed iron cage. The spurred weird man was turning his battle axe to prepare for the next attack.

The axe is really big, almost as big as Tato, and the jagged axe blade is covered with minced meat.

Tato swung his knife and tried to parry the enemy's weapon.

But the blade of the battle axe was just a pale red phantom in the dark purple twilight, passing through the base of his thumb instantly, cutting off all his fingers and upper half of his palm, and knocking his knife away. .

The axe was so quick that Tato didn't feel any pain at first.

"what!"

He staggered back and watched the small blood flow from his ruined hand.

The battle axe swung back again, leaving a shining trail in the air.

But it did not fall.

Another weapon blocked it.

In an instant, the blades intersected, and the tomahawk that was swung down was bounced off, and then a dark figure flashed, killing the terrifying fanatic with a blasting shot.

The newcomer is a mysterious figure in a black carapace with his head wrapped in a bat-shaped helmet.

He has long claw blades on his wrists, and he holds a smoking odd-shaped pistol in his right hand.

He looked down at Tato.

"Be brave."

"who are you?"

This is the deputy captain who just rushed to Tato's side.

"Wrap this person's hand."

The guy told the medical soldiers who rushed to the side, and then turned back to the battlefield, professionally dancing the claw blades of both hands.

And he is not alone.

As the medics bandaged his hands, Tato saw dozens of mysterious figures joining the battle, emerging from the shadows like ghosts.

Each of them is slender beyond ordinary people, and their features are hidden under suitable helmets, with guns and knives.

Their actions have superhuman swiftness and superhuman power.

Within a few minutes, they had wiped out this wave of attacks by the cultists. They specially selected those chiefs to attack. The black large-caliber pistol roared like a thunderstorm, and blasted the scarlet robe into **** fragments.

Especially the person wearing a bat helmet, whenever he passes the crowd, at least four or five heads or arms are flying.

"Who are they..."

Tato exclaimed.

"Keep awake, sir, stay awake."

"I can't die... but who are they?"

"You shed a lot of blood."

"Nothing will happen."

Tato promised.

"Those people... those guys... why do they appear here."

The deputy captain did not answer, he was staring at the den where the cultists had gathered before-the mansion of a rich man.

"Holy Father..."

At this moment, the mansion was burning, and a long and thin projection was reflected in the air through the fire.