Orc Tyrant

In a sense, this is a meaningless battle.

Wayne's understanding of war is equivalent to getting close to the prey and stabbing him in the ribs.

He doesn't need to see it with his own eyes to know that the city has fallen, and he can feel the unique vibration from the ground.

The sound of a giant machine running over is different from that of a large number of cavalry. Every vibration with pain has its own uniqueness. This kind of sound like a grinder can only be heard in a factory.

The black knights of Arkham marched hard in the zigzag alleys of the city, blending into the darkness he had long been accustomed to. The Oukes passing by him rarely carried lighting tools, and it seemed that their sight would not be affected by the darkness. Chaos, but they didn't find him close at hand.

He doesn't care about them at all, and at the same time does not affect the hatred of them.

Along the way, he witnessed countless atrocities, massacres, enslavements, looting, destruction... The laws of war of mankind were not reflected in them. They did not seem to come for occupation, but simply destroy and squander their barbarians. force.

It was a group of creatures that made him sick, a war that made him sick.

But at the same time he also understands that this war will not be easily understood. Both sides must have one side down before it can end. This is the most primitive **** fight. One side is for survival and the other is for destruction.

At present, the odds of mankind's victory are not great.

Wayne is determined to change this, even though he is alone.

While rushing the gun, he smoothly issued a series of commands on the communication network, coordinating his miniature surveillance robot.

The stealth vehicle, the Night Bat, is suspended above the city. Its scanning system can plan the most accurate course of action for Wayne and highlight the area where Ouke gathers.

Although he didn't understand Oak's crude language, Wayne still knew what Oak's leader Guk was doing-he had summoned his generals, was going on a meeting, or something else.

But it doesn't matter, the key is that it gave him an excellent opportunity to act, a chance that might turn the whole battle around.

Harden has been trying to contact him, but Wayne closed all his external communications. He did not intend to drag others into this inevitable and dangerous suicide mission. If it fails, let him go alone. Go to the destination of your own choice and chase a more valuable death.

The ground shook again. This time it was strong enough to make Orke stand unsteadily. One of the green skins in the mechanic uniform broke his head when he fell to the ground, and he could even smell the **** smell of these monsters' wounds.

The next vibration is the echo from the last time. A few seconds later, the few lights on the street went out, which did not affect him. His goggles clearly showed the surrounding images in the night vision mode, and he was almost reaching the expected Goal.

Kaka Kaka~!

A sound stopped him, the sound of pulling and rubbing when the metal broke.

The huge crawler machine ran over the collapsed street lamp and finally stopped at the gate of the city hall. The masked Oker jumped off from above, and then walked in with his metal stick.

Wayne recognized it, and recognized its huge machinery. He guessed that it was a shaman-like existence in the Oak Group. It might also be a spiritual leader. At least it was very good at dealing with witchcraft. There were at least two in Seth. The number of wizards fell under its mental impact. This was a dangerous target, and it was also the existence that Wayne needed the most attention.

He is familiar with the manipulators of these spiritual worlds, and his methods can deceive many mortals with naked eyes, but cannot completely avoid these soul walkers.

But he had to take risks, because there was no better opportunity than this time. If he missed it, there might be no way to end the war.

Wayne used the hook to reach the three-story roof. He stood on the edge of the broken roof, gazing at the block below like a cold gargoyle, as well as the teams of white helmeted guards patrolling back and forth.

He figured out the law of guard patrols in his mind.

At this time, the last boss has entered the city hall, and the goals he needs have been assembled. Like a farmer watching the fruit trees he planted mature, Wayne, with a passion for harvesting, once again hooked the skylight at the top of the city hall. , At the moment when the patrol staggered, it passed through the air like a bat without a sound.

His feet landed firmly on the dome, and the magnetic lock on the bottom of the boot held him in place for the first time. He didn't attract any Ouke's attention-a perfect start.

Wrapped in a silent position, Wayne sneaked into the top of the hall from the skylight in the form of an invisible ghost, shrank himself in a dark place out of light, hanging upside down on the ceiling like a bat, looking through the eyepieces Everything below.

Even at such a distance, he could still feel the suffocation and oppression brought by the giant white Ouke, a powerful and savage monster, but also his prey.

Numerous generals of Oak gathered beside him, as well as those accomplices of banshees, inhuman beasts, to discuss how to enslave and destroy.

Every minute and every second, there was a voice in Wayne's mind urging him to hurry up and put an end to all this evil, but he controlled this voice, and he still needed to wait.

The scanner in the helmet quickly analyzes the current situation. There are 19 okers, three harpies, several goblins, and three exits in the entire hall. There is a certain amount of explosives on the east side, and a pile of debris on the west side. It is a very conducive area for his actions, of course, the premise is that he can succeed.

After a simple analysis, Wayne focused on the pile of explosives.

He drew a disc from his belt and pressed it gently.

With a click, the disc divided into six thin hook-shaped blades. Wayne took a deep breath, closed his eyes and repeated all his movements and trajectories in his mind ten seconds later.

The next moment, he opened his eyes suddenly, and his deep hatred and hatred suddenly burst out!

"what!"

There was a violent shout, and Gu Ke turned around abruptly and drew his sharp blade, but Wayne's darts had fallen into the pile of grenades.

"Be careful!"

Boom~! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

Ouke’s explosives performed well as always. In a burst of fire, the room exploded and it turned into a purgatory full of loud noises on the spot.

The impact of the blast tore through the entire conference room. In an instant, the marble floor exploded into millions of small fragments. The huge floor-to-ceiling windows broke outwards. The loud noise shook the entire city hall. The fireballs ejected from the broken windows were filled with greasy oil. Smoky.

A black figure stood up from the flames and smoke, a glove with a claw blade lingering around the arc, and a black pistol in the other.

The explosion unfortunately did not cause any damage, but he was determined to clean up the mess himself. He ran and fired at the same time. Four bullets exploded on the chests of four Oukes, splattering flesh and blood on their kind. The shards splashed from the explosion hit his pitch-black armor, leaving only minor scratches on the dark metal fibers.

After a jump, Wayne tumbling to the ground, his boots pressed two footprints on the broken marble.

He first avoided two Ouke’s aimless slashes, and then a sliding shovel passed between the wreckage of the collapsed huge mahogany table, and he went straight to the highest priority goal-it is impossible to achieve perfect kills. .

Scythe-like silver claws protrude from the tips of armored fingers, and each one is entwined with dancing energy lightning. His movements are not the grace of flowing water, but revenge controlled by hatred feelings, such emotions. Urging him to quickly solve the target.

Until, a scarlet sharp blade cut through the billowing smoke and protruded from an angle that he hadn't estimated at all...