Orc Tyrant

The lights in the Dunwich Headquarters command post were dim, and the only lighting came from the flickering screens surrounding the tactical sand table like petitioners, and a handful of dim torches emitting the scent of sandalwood.

The wall at the back of the command post was removed after the battle began, revealing the adjacent temple.

Ben Lier, who has become the elder of the Five Rings of the Blood Worship Sect, is alone.

No one dared to interrupt him while he was meditating, because the expected massacre had now become a war—a war that he could not afford at this time.

Although he boasted about going to the sea in front of the many elders who worshipped the blood religion, the war actually made him worried.

Not because they might fail, but because they were dragged on the battlefield.

The long-prepared plan should have wiped out all those who he thought would not support him in the future jihad.

However, this originally perfect plan has cracked.

Some Kaimon church judges sent warnings to the loyal troops, and some defector officers were assassinated, and the troops were taken over by loyal non-commissioned officers.

And Mountbatten...

He still remembered the fear that his spy came to report about the **** "hero", and he was afraid that the commander's anger would put an end to his life.

The informant limped into the command post, with his hooded head hanging down.

"what's up?"

Ben Lil, who was actively commanding troops to slaughter the loyalists, questioned the opponent.

"They may have left the siege of Oak, Mountbatten and Bronze."

"What do you mean?"

"Bruce of Shadowblade withdrew the troops from Dunwich University, Mountbatten also escaped, I personally inspected every corpse... without him."

"You said they left?"

At that time, his anger was about to ignite the entire command post.

"That means you know where they went, don't you?"

"I believe so, Master, it looks like they... have all gone to the Great Library."

"They retreated to the Great Library."

Ben Lier repeated.

"There should be a troop stationed there. We need to check the abilities of some people. It seems that anyone can retreat from their defense zone."

"They are not retreating alone."

The spy explained.

"They got help."

"Help? Whose help?"

"I believe it is the fourth force that has always existed. There was a fight there. Thorne is dead, and his identity must have been exposed long ago."

"You said it was Prince Shadow?"

Ben Lier sneered.

"We really don't lack miracles, but I'm afraid this is the most amazing one... that **** suddenly has a conscience."

"I failed in this matter, Master."

"This is not a question of failure! This kind of mistake shouldn't happen at all. More and more of my energy is forced to be diverted from this war... Tell me, where is the Slayer Legion now?"

"They are trying to break through Oak's blockade."

"You said'try' and they didn't succeed?"

The spy paused before answering.

"Ok’s previous armored force has been attacking the Sacred Skeleton Tower. The Slayer Corps had to intercept them. Although they were hit hard... but their power was greatly weakened. Now they are going to break through Ok to build in the outer city. The blockade is difficult."

"I heard about that force, but they didn't destroy it?"

"No, master, the patriarch mobilized most of the chosen lords and high-ranking fighters, but still couldn't completely eliminate them, and even killed two of the chosen lords in the fierce battle... They are the most elite under Guke's command. Guards, it was a terrible war"

"What's the final situation?"

"Ok's guards have been repelled, and the last three sacred towers have been saved."

"Where is that legion?"

"Intelligence shows that they are retreating to Dunwich. The patriarch is currently actively planning to eliminate it on the way of retreat, but I think this is not realistic. They still maintain a large number of armored vehicles and move very fast."

"If that corps returns to the Dunwich battlefield, then my entire plan will be disrupted."

"Last time the intelligence showed that they were still three hundred kilometers away, Master, it seems unlikely—"

"Don't be so confident."

Ben Lier warned.

"If something unexpected happens on the day of the blood sacrifice, we may lose everything."

"Master, maybe we can withdraw some of the troops from the central city wall and establish a blockade in the north, so as to ensure that the operation will not be disrupted by enemies appearing behind."

"We must not back down! We want to win some goals in Dunwich that you don't understand, and the central city is the key!"

In the end, he simply deployed the defense and reconnaissance in the north, and then seized the time to throw the surviving residents of the city and the prisoners from the rear into various hidden altars.

The underground is no longer safe, and every altar must be heavily guarded, which further disperses his forces.

Although he has more power than the holy blood army on the surface, Ouke's weight often makes him worry about subsequent wars.

At this time, Ben Lier's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the communicator placed on the sand table.

"This is Ben Lier, what's the matter."

As the communicator was switched on, the roar of the remote explosion reverberated in the static noise.

"Elder."

A man with a strong nasal voice said from the other end of the communicator.

"I brought news you might want to hear."

"Go ahead, it's better to be good news."

"Yes, elder, it's good news."

"Okay, don't delay, tell me!"

"Our ally in Oak told us that Guk has appeared on the ground. It is a good time to hit him."

"Oh? Where is it?"

"Hippodrome."

Ben Lier immediately flushed like a stimulant. He slapped the sand table hard and roared:

"Great! Send out the'City Breakers'!"

The screams and wailing in the racecourse kept on.

Koresh smiled like a hunter who finally pushed his prey into a dead end. He and the special warfare boys led by Ur cut a **** hole in the troops of the Holy Blood, killing the enemy without mercy. It's like the other party didn't show the slightest pity not long ago.

The sharp sound of bullets reverberated in the palace, and the special warfare boys poured hot metal on any target that could move.

Under the enemy, the blood worship troops are gradually falling apart.

Koresh could see people who had lost limbs or had huge wounds struggling in this deadly battle. He pushed and squeezed out a position among Ouke, so that he could kill those who were theoretically the same as him. Enemies of the same kind.

The opponent is a traitor, and he is also a traitor.

Each sword is a cruel stroke in that unpredictable fate, which brings him pain and sorrow, but also gives him a sense of satisfaction.

Soon, in the center of the battlefield, he saw the commander of the Holy Blood Army and its troops, a high-ranking blood worshiper, he was using his tomahawk to slay the deserters, and every blow would be one. The soldier was turned into a corpse.

But the slaughter did not stop the rout,

Koresh struggled across the battlefield and approached the commander. Although his body was scarred from the duel with Chulton, he knew that these injuries would heal soon.

The crazy commander was almost close at hand, but the moment the opponent saw Koresh, the Holy Blood began to retreat disciplinedly.

After briefly thinking about the situation, he chose not to confront Koresh head-on.

Koresh wanted to scream in frustration, but he also knew that it was meaningless to catch up regardless of life or death.

"shooting!"

Koresh yelled in the loudest voice, instantly a team of special warfare boys formed their formation and poured bullets at the retreating enemy.

He dropped his sword and leaned against the wall. Before he could taste the unexpected victory, the communicator rang in his ears.

"Shrimp."

He recognized that it was Kundera's voice.

"I'm here."

"You did a good job, but we have new guests."

"Blood worship has reinforcements?"

"Worse than that, west side, look up."

Koresh walked through the wreckage of the battlefield, scanning the smoke-filled sky above the gradually collapsing ruins.

In the dimness, something was moving towards the palace, something remote but extremely large.

"Fuck me."

Koresh immediately realized what was going here.

"They sent the renegade Titan, they know the overlord is here! We must stop it, and you have to **** the overlord back to the underground safe area."

"No, you can't hurt it, just keep it there and kill more shrimps, nothing else."

"Yes."

"What a big shrimp!"

At this moment, a voice at the entrance of the racecourse shouted, it was Hagrid.

"Really big enough!"

Koresh pushed himself away from the wall and came to Ur to inform him of Kundera's arrangement.

After listening to it, Ur had an uncomfortable expression of eating shit. It was obvious that they had been used as bait this time, and what they had caught was not an ordinary small fish elementary school, but a fierce Skug Shark.

If one is not careful, everyone has to feed the fish, not even the bones are left.

"This is a really good idea. Get me moving! Hagrid, you take a dozen to the gate and get some mines! And a big click, get it on the roof!"

Although very reluctant, the order is the order, which is also the most notable feature of the special warfare boys.

When Ur was arranging deployment, Koresh climbed to a high place, where he could see a large enemy army, with many tanks and armored vehicles gathering on the periphery of the racecourse.

The mysterious Titan will soon be in range, blasting them into powder with its huge weapon.

Koresh didn't feel any fear, the war had numbed him very much, and he was quite sure of one thing...

Such a huge and valuable prey, it will definitely not be missed.