Orc Tyrant

Despite his desire to kill, he is not only a fighter, he is also a battlefield commander.

He is observing and thinking, how many enemies will participate in this raid?

It must be at least half of that warlord's forces.

These defenders are at a disadvantage in terms of numbers, but for Bruce, victory is not a key factor. The more meaning of this battle is to win glory and glory.

Boom~!

A tank shell passed through a window and exploded on the ceiling, causing rubble and smoke to pour on their heads.

Bruce saw the bullet from the entrance of the university-Mountbatten was luring the warlord to show up, and Oak had no choice but to dance to his rhythm.

Then he heard a beautiful loud noise and saw the door of the armored truck rushing forward suddenly open. Superman's eyesight allowed him to catch a glimpse of the armored figure in the crowded inner cabin.

"on!"

He immediately issued an order, and the guns in the hands of the assault squad behind him roared and sent the deadly bullets into the battlefield.

Bruce took the lead and jumped out from the window of the church, his squad of soldiers followed closely, and the rest of the soldiers also descended from the sky.

As a fighter who has fought with Oak for many years, Bruce knows that in front of the organized Oak, he has no time to wander in the courtyard, and must squeeze out his highest level of perfect combat skills.

His consciousness began to transform, everything around him suddenly became extremely clear, every color was bright and dazzling, and every voice was loud and messy.

As the battle erupted in that perfect chaos, the dance of killing led him into the enemy group.

At the same time, the firepower of the heavy machine guns swayed down from the roof, and the armor and tanks turned around and aimed their weapons at the shadow blades charging from the church.

The soldiers who had been lurking behind the bunker also launched an attack at the same moment, and Oak's vanguard forces were immediately flanked by both sides.

Bruce in the sprint is like a flexible fish under the water, avoiding sharp blades and bullets with ease, his claws piercing like the tongue of a poisonous snake.

Ouke’s forces were suddenly in chaos, and the squad behind him fought fiercely with the enemy that emerged from the nearest truck.

He danced by them, wild joy pulsing in his heart, he rolled over and avoided a bullet, got up and pierced the claw blade into the body of an Ouke leader.

Here and now, death itself has become a purpose, and the lives it takes to show the strength of the black knight, but he also has a higher goal.

He knew what he had to do, and his strangely keen senses searched for a bright color or a flag, any sign announcing the existence of an Ok commander.

Soon, he saw it.

Black rimmed armor, a terrifying helmet shaped like a thorny skeleton, and a huge hammer.

The terrible warrior, who was nearly three meters tall, stood proudly on the top hatch of a tank, waving the huge killing weapon in his hand to guide the battle, and under his feet was a large group of croaking farts, waving the flag and shouting.

It is the highest commander in this area, a senior leader of the Skull Corps.

Bruce crossed the battlefield with a frantic grin, intending to fight the big boss to the death and behead him in a duel worthy of becoming a legend.

"Greenskin bastard!"

He shouted, his voice seemed more beautiful than any imaginable music.

"I am Bruce Wayne, your mortal enemy today!"

The huge square face covered with various battle marks turned to Bruce. Although he could not understand what the other party was saying, he had received the signal of the other party's provocation.

This is absolutely intolerable.

"I'm going to tear your rotten shrimp alive!"

The boss stepped down from the hatch, stood by the tank’s barrel, and challenged Bruce.

He is a battlefield commander, and for this status he needs to win the respect of the boys, and this respect can only be obtained in frontline battles.

This guy who has killed many little combatants will be a worthy opponent, and the opponent's head can increase his prestige even more.

Bruce didn't say much, leaping onto the track shell of the huge tank and rushing directly onto its armor until he stood opposite the big boss.

The bullets were flying around him, but it didn't matter.

This was the only battle in Bruce's mind.

"Waaagh!!!"

The boss roared and slammed his deadly weapon at Bruce, intending to smash the opponent's chest with one blow.

Bruce raised his claws and slid off the heavy axe, and the dance of battle entered a new urgent movement.

With a loud noise, the armor plate of the tank was directly smashed out of a large pit, accompanied by screams and curses in the tank's cockpit.

Bruce leaped back, temporarily away from the opponent's attack.

His hand was trembling because of the action just now, and Ok's big boss's weapon was too heavy to be able to fight it head-on, so the black knight chose to use the afterimage to deflect the opponent's weapon again and again when the opponent attacked, enticing him to invest more. Great power.

A little longer, and in a while, the black knight will find his chance.

Oak's hatred for him made him rejoice, and this hatred seemed bright and fresh to him.

After more than a dozen confrontations between the two sides, Bruce was able to see through the attack routine of the big guy in front of him. He laughed and saw the obvious intention in each attack.

After an unwilling roar, the big boss Ok, who had missed continuously, wanted to kill Bruce with an extremely powerful attack, but when he was accumulating strength, he did not find that his axe was raised too high, and he was too still on top of his head. Long.

"Embrace your death!"

Taking the opportunity, Bruce rushed forward, dragging the fading afterimage behind him, and then the claw blade drew a high arc and slashed across Ok's arms.

"what!!!!"

The huge axe fell to the ground, and the big boss Ok yelled in pain. Bruce hit his fragile wrist without armor, causing his palms and weapons to fall into the dust.

The raging waves of the explosion continued to roll around them, and Bruce filled his highly excited senses with those noises and sights.

The battle is still in full swing, but his victory is the only meaning.

"You may not know who I am."

Bruce approached again, his tone almost whispering.

"But I know, your last thought is failure."

The boss opened his mouth and tried to say something, but before he could make a sound, Bruce crossed his claws and drew a broad arc, and the huge head left his shoulders cleanly.

Scarlet blood was sprayed on the armor of the tank, and Bruce reached out and grabbed the head that was flying in the air.

"victory!!"

Around him, thousands of humans and Oke were fighting to the death, but after witnessing the death of the big boss, Oke’s forward force began to retreat under the attack of the defenders on both sides.

Mountbatten led the soldiers to launch a counterattack, and Oak's offensive suddenly vanished.

Bruce laughed and saw a truck full of flags, turning over a pile of rubble and evacuating from the battlefield. Behind it was a large group of gray-faced Oaks.

Humans won the battle briefly, but Bruce discovered that he didn't care at all.

He had already won his battle. He pulled the head of Oak's big boss out of the helmet and threw it aside, knowing that he had to find a way to ensure that the victory song continued to play for him.

Boom~~~~~~~~~!

The huge explosion brought Bruce's thoughts back to reality. He looked back and found that a pillar of fire mixed with rubble and smoke rose up from the church he was supposed to hold, and part of the building had begun to collapse.

"Ok's main force is coming in!"