Orc Tyrant

"There is a single out!"

The adjutant cursed in the confusion and raised his pistol.

"Boss, we need to—"

He was interrupted when the creature attacked again, and its claws smashed the side of the adjutant's helmet and pulled blood from the armour he had buckled on the left shoulder.

Truf backed away quickly, giving himself room for slashing.

This time the monster did not have time to escape, and the crackling saber cut off one of its limbs as it tried to withdraw.

The monster immediately let out a piercing howl, and slammed back instead of upwards, gliding on the ground, like some kind of predator with claws.

Other monsters distributed in the tunnel are dealing with dozens of special warfare boys. Their claws penetrate simple armor. For the convenience of sneaking, the special warfare boys rarely wear heavy armor, and some even only wear a leather jacket. .

This must be almost impossible to resist the supernatural claws of twisting creatures.

A kid had fallen to his knees, his abdomen was cut open and bleeding a lot, and at the same time there was a back against the rock wall, and there was only a bleeding wound on his left arm.

"Concentrate! Concentrate together!"

Truf gave orders while firing at the creature that attacked him. His eyes struggled to track the creature as it flew high, and the cluster of bullets finally cut off its corrupt wings.

It suddenly lost while gaining height, sparks burst from the bone fragments behind it.

Truf seized the opportunity to rush forward, his iron boots made a harsh rubbing sound against the ground, and his pistol made a clatter of empty bullets.

Before the monster stood up, he grabbed a limb with his fist, but was immediately thrown away.

When the claws hit the sneaky boss's reinforced armor, an evil flame erupted. In an instant, the two forces faced each other, and the entangled fighters collided and burst into flames.

Then Truf clenched his saber, slammed the monster's limbs and smashed through its beaked skull.

In an instant, the monster sprayed burning flesh, melted the bone armor and burst open, and then brutally put aside Truf and the knife in his hand.

Other special operations are still struggling, and a simple glance at the surroundings shows that the situation is already unfavorable.

Half of the boys have fallen and died, and more are divided by evil things that come and go like the wind. Their bullets can only blindly hit the rocks and cannot cause any physical scars, but the opponent's claws can do it. Killed in one blow.

This is the most difficult enemy he has ever seen, and at this time he is really willing to use anything to hire a nervous boy.

But the war has no ifs.

He stood up suddenly and ran heavily, filling the last magazine at the same time.

"Boss! Here!"

The adjutant used a series of shots to force back an attacking monster, and then waved to Truf. Behind him was the entrance to the royal court.

"Come here all!"

Truf didn't intend to leave all the boys. While moving towards the entrance, he shot at those high-speed moving shadows, but the effect was not good.

"Yeah!"

Suddenly, another monster attacked him from behind.

Truf fell and was brought back by his own inertia, and the rock shattered under him.

When he pushed himself up with one hand for the first time, it wasted his precious few seconds, and he knew he would not have a few seconds.

"Well!"

A pain pierced from the rear, and the adjutant's roar sounded at the same time. He grunted when he felt the unimpeded cutting of the long claws.

He barely got up until the other creature landed in front, and in order to walk it thrust its claws into the floor while slashing at his throat.

Truf blocked the blow with a combat knife, and sparks of energy erupted when the two weapons bounced off each other.

The one behind attacked again, this time piercing both claws into his back, from under his shoulder blades, and smoothly lifted off two shoulder armors.

"Boss!"

The adjutant rushed over, and he threw his power at the devil with long claws in front of him, and grabbed it with his fist.

The monster dodged backwards in vain, and Truf finally got rid of the situation of being trapped. With his last breath, he kicked the guy in front of him, then turned and ran towards the exit of the passage.

"Boss! I cover! You go first!"

As soon as the adjutant finished speaking, a pair of flaming claws pierced his neck from the side door, carrying a huge amount of blood.

With a bang, he fell on his back, the blood choked him, and his sight turned red.

"Fuck..."

He struggled to stand up again, trying to control the movements of his body, trying to rekindle the killing anger that drove him through so many battles successfully, but still couldn't move. The flames began to burn from his body, and the armor became his tomb, burying him firmly like any sarcophagus slab.

Darkness fell.

His only remaining eye refocused with the last flash of the firelight.

One of those things squatted in front of him, and purple flames flowed on its twisted, spiked armor, which tilted its head to one side, like a curious bird coming to watch it destroy its prey.

There was a low click from its beak, and then, after a while, the flames around it burned.

The monster made a sharp cutting action with its claws, slashing forward, and the roaring flame swallowed it at the same time.

When the flame passed away, it and its relatives disappeared, leaving as quickly as they appeared.

In the few seconds when the adjutant died, he tilted his head to the exit and stared at him, and then he never closed his eyes again...

Boom boom~~~~~!

A rocket roared overhead, then hit a luxurious building behind the square.

The once smooth stone building has long become potholes, billowing smoke rising from the original white appearance, the rocket hit the outer wall of the building and exploded inside, exploding part of the wall, and the fragments fell on the square like raindrops.

Caitlin never even flinched when the gunfire swept across the monument in the center of the square.

She stood calmly, the day was about to end, and the sun falling to the horizon cast a long shadow behind her. Ouke’s rocket was like a launch from the sun, constantly bombarding the city from outside the wall.

The city collapsed around her, and she shook her head in surprise, watching the Ouke destroy the spoils they were about to obtain.

A race with a high degree of destruction, why does it hardly possess any creative talent?

She thought, but she never got the answer.

"Miss, it's too dangerous here."

A samurai wearing a white turban came to her, his back was a black snake-shaped spear, and his skin was a rare light red.

"Tukasa, you said..."

More rockets whizzed overhead, detonating the surrounding buildings, generating shock waves that swept hundreds of meters. The two trembled slightly under the action of the air wave, and Caitlin's golden curly hair was dancing in the wind. .

She settled down and cast her gaze in the direction of the fire.

"What is the fate of this world?"

The samurai shook his head and whispered:

"The fate is like a weaving, and it should be a rock. The homeland of mankind is much more than this."

"But we are cooperating with the devil."

"To save more people."

Caitlin sighed dejectedly. She was tired of dealing with these cultists, but if they hadn't mastered a key thing, how could she and her people need to compromise?

In the past thousands of years, blood worship has always been their greatest enemy.

"These Ok..."

Looking at the flying rocket, a bright light flashed across Caitlin's gloomy mind.

"I have a... bold idea."

"Ok?"

The samurai looked at her, puzzled.

"Go back to camp first."

She didn't explain much, turned around and walked out. The samurai didn't continue to ask questions either, and followed without hurries.

Not long after the two had left, a rocket hit the original location, smashing a big hole.

There was a sea of ​​fire inside the city, and the attack outside the city was raging.

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