Orc Tyrant

"Damn..."

When Karina rolled again, the sky turned upside down. Bruce's only expression of his crazy plan was to muffle quietly while dizzy due to a headache. This is also worthy of a big book, his reconstruction surgery. Has spared him most of the dizziness.

He felt that the fighter plane was decelerating, swaying to dodge the violent storm fired by the enemy's anti-aircraft guns. He knew she would not stop, but it was enough for him to slow down so that he could relieve the pain caused by kinetic energy.

It’s better to break a few bones than to become a pile of mud stuck to the hull of the Eternal Fury.

But Karina's arc of flight took him over the main gun on the bow until he understood what she wanted to do.

"It's even stupid than my idea."

He said so on the communicator.

"Your method will turn you into mud on the hull, and my method will make you a hero."

Her voice was tight to the limit, her attention was placed outside of him,

The fighter plane rushed directly through the command module, the reverse thruster began to roar, and the scattered sailors immediately stood upright, watching the aircraft approaching with godless eyes.

The scorch marks darkened the fuselage, and there was nothing left of the identification mark already peeling off.

The smoky stern was fighting, and a son of dawn named Collevy was leading more than a dozen comrades to stop Ouke, who gushed out of the cabin, until the fighter passed over the deck and hit him with a star. So far.

The other dawn children immediately opened fire on the floating sea eagle, but the plasma pistols in their hands hopelessly hit the moving target.

In the blink of an eye, an armored figure got up from the back of the plane, holding a large-caliber silver revolver in one hand, and a long claw blade in the other. When he rushed down from the swept wings, it fired. The children of dawn exploded on their chests, splashing flesh and blood on their robes.

A flurry of live ammunition hit his blue-black fine gold armor, leaving only some insignificant silver scratches on the dark armor plate. The moment he landed, he happened to see the green leather roaring at him.

They seem to be angry because they have taken their prey.

"How can there be Ok at this!?"

The fighter's engine roared at the moment his boots left the wing, and after a burst of engine jets, she disappeared, leaving behind a sonic boom and the burnt smell of a road.

The figure rolled and fell heavily, and the boots made two footprints on the steel deck.

The claw blades that popped out of the armbands began to rotate, sucking in the cold air in the hangar, trembling with hunger and thirst, ready to eat the flesh and blood at any time.

Since it was the first time they met each other, the loyal and protective sailors fired at this sudden target. The battlefield became extremely chaotic. The roar of Ouke, the howl of the plasma pistol, and the howls of humans were intertwined with him. In the eardrum.

When a fragment hit his armor, the corner of Bruce's eyes twitched twice. It was a grenade thrown by a human sailor.

Idiot and annoying bastard.

A warning sign appeared on the retina, and the automatic sensor on his armor tried to operate and raise his left hand, shooting the humans hiding in the cover with a gun.

But he controlled himself and hung the gun on his lap. The moment he got up, he immediately began to run wildly-not towards the humans, but the gate leading to the upper floors of the island, wasting time to stop and take these people. The temptation to kill one by one was so strong that he was almost unbearable.

"Now let you go."

He roared, ignoring their constant shooting.

"I have bigger prey."

When he rushed into the aisle that led to the sound of the alarm in the depths of the Wrath of Eternity, he activated a communication network that was no longer blocked by distance.

"Farms."

He said while running.

"Master Bruce, where have you been?"

The first voice replied, and then several voices joined, all speaking the same thing.

"You can never guess it."

Bruce responded casually, and then said:

"Where is your position?"

"In the third layer..."

"Get off!"

Bruce knocked over a group of panicked sailors, stepped on their limbs and inadvertently crushed their bones with their boots. After climbing the second step, he cursed on the communication network.

"Repeat what I just said."

He gasped and said:

"Some idiots got in my way."

"...We met Ok on the lower deck, my lord, there are a lot of them. We are moving to the upper deck. We are now in... the crew quarters."

Team member Vazaner paused, then said cautiously:

"We lost four people."

In the crew quarters, Bruce knew about the dreadnought battleship built by the New California Navy just as he knew the outline of his armor, and he had the privilege of visiting one of them. .

"You are not far away, send me your position."

At this time, Vazaner's response was interrupted by a roar on the communicator, followed by a sound of the sawbone blade operating at full capacity.

"Received, sir."

After more than ten seconds, those roars disappeared, and Vazaner responded to him again.

"I will be there in three minutes."

Bruce glanced at the positioning, then promised:

"If there is trouble, it will be four minutes, if it is a big trouble, it will be five minutes."

However, he did run into big trouble.

Bruce had never expected that this gang-hopping battle would fall into a series of completely opposite situations. Between the walkway and the walkway, the cabin and the cabin, he originally thought that he would only encounter a group of confused sailors or not see a single soldier.

But in fact, as soon as he entered the door, he ran into a defender who was desperately resisting in a squad.

Due to his special identity, he could not explain to these people that he was standing with them. Perhaps from their point of view, this monster with a height of nearly two meters and a metal armor was only on board one of the enemies in their battleship, and another. Inhuman monsters.

Maybe their speculation was not wrong to some extent, but Bruce didn't have the mood to explain it.

He pierced them with a slide, and within a few minutes his claw blades became uncomfortable because they were full of flesh and blood. These people are too brave or too stupid to choose to let the roaring sharp metal end their lives. , Was torn to shreds under his careless march.

Such behavior does not bring too much guilt to Bruce. He came to kill the enemy. Rescue is only a secondary task, and what he wants to save is the ship and its captain. As for the others...

It can only be said that this is the battlefield.

According to the information collected by the Black Army squad, at least more than double-digit Dawn Sons and more than three-digit Ouke boarded this warship. The destruction they caused along the way was shocking, passing through one deck after another. Bruce's boots stepped across the sea of ​​blood and flesh that covered the ground.

But on the other hand, humanity has not been defeated, it is still very early.

Even if the monsters swept the entire deck, reinforcements continued to arrive from other areas of the ship, rushing to the control tower to protect their captain.