Orc Tyrant

When Glak reached the bottom of the stairs, the defenders who had been in ambush for a long time suddenly opened fire, and smoke and debris from bullets and explosions swept him.

"Tickle me!"

When the warlord stepped on the steps, he was instantly surrounded by sparks from bullets. Guns beat the metal to make a harsh scream, and the entire stairs trembled under his footsteps.

Behind him, other bodyguards fired back.

The whole central hall was surrounded by the roar of bullet guns, the flash of firefighting split the dim space, and small explosions filled the upper corridor.

Glak quickly arrived in the corridor. The environment here was even darker, but his vision was not affected. The few boys he watched were lying on the marble floor lifelessly, and the cold blood gathered into a seemingly greasy one. pond.

"Ok?"

Soon, he found signs of enemies still alive at the end of the corridor, and their muzzles were dazzling white, pouring bullets towards the Oke below.

Grak raised his pistol, and when his finger touched the trigger, his elbow trembled slightly.

In an instant, his first shot hit a human head, and blood and brain tissue suddenly splashed on the wall, like an overturned paint bucket.

The next two bullets hit the chest of his next target, exploded the chest cavity and ribs, and shredded the internal organs.

In his superhuman keen senses, humans seem to turn to him in slow motion, aiming their weapons at this emerging threat.

His fourth shot tore off the shoulder of another enemy, and the impact caused the shrimp to fly out of the porch in a whirl.

Grak was never a sharpshooter, but the boys said that he was lucky when he shot, as if the bullet would track the target on its own, but the warlord hated such a statement, he would rather his axe automatically fly to the enemy's head on.

When a bullet passed by Grak, he heard more soldiers ascending the stairs behind him.

After sending another bullet into the abdomen of Xiami in the distance, Glak glanced quickly to his right, and more dried shrimp gathered in the central hall.

"We--"

Just as he was about to rush to kill him, a rocket rushed towards him dragging the flames, and the warhead just hit the concrete wall beside him.

When the explosion hit the warlord, the smoke-smelling armor on his body gleamed and released energy, turning the fragments into dazzling spots. There are only two sets of this kind of armor with small energy shields, one set on Guk, the other The set is on Grak.

"Who!!"

The rocket was obviously not human, and Glak roared angrily.

"Hug, sorry! Boss! I hit up, I don't know what, just--"

The mechanic in the distance cowered and poked his head out of the bunker, with a smoking transmitter hanging on his shoulder.

"After I finish the solution, I will clean up you idiot oil guy!"

When Glak got up from the ruins of the wall, more bullets shot from the other end of the corridor.

He didn't care about the bullets, and rushed straight to the defenders. Fire from his bodyguards passed by him, hitting a simple bunker built by humans with broken furniture and wall hangings.

"Waaaaaaaaagh!!!"

When the warlord rushed to the bunker, he emptied his pistol, suppressing them firmly.

When he reached the bunker, he leaped high, stepped on a broken cabinet with one foot, and smashed the other foot into the face of a human who was attacking him with a bayonet.

All of them were pale, their eyes staring with fear.

"Wow!!"

This human in ragged military uniform slammed back to the ground under the attack of Grak, with a huge groove on his face, his tongue and teeth mixed together, an eyeball hanging next to his ear, and the sound of whimpering mixed with blood gushing out.

Then the warlord used his battle axe to fend off another enemy's arm and disintegrated the muscles and bones.

He hit the ground like a meteorite, and the hard marble floor suddenly cracked.

Suddenly, he felt something hit the big metal flag behind him, he immediately turned around and slammed his elbow into the face of a sneak attacking human. The broken teeth were scattered, the jaw cracked, and the hapless head went straight. It disappeared from the neck.

"Death to the beast!!"

A heavy blade swung from the crowd and hit the right side of his helmet. The blade scraped off the paint on the helmet, but Glak did not dodge.

Seeing a miss, the man in the officer’s uniform pulled back from the melee range. Grak immediately threw the empty pistol into the opponent’s face, then rushed up and kicked the opponent’s knee to pieces. The head is crushed by the foot.

When more attacks hit the warlord, the rudimentary power armor flashed and activated again, dazzling the besieging defenders.

"Waaagh!"

Grak lifted up a tall ripper and directly smashed the nearest person. The sharp blade covered with pieces of meat and bones was cast away unabated and buried deep into the ground.

The killing did not end. The warlord stretched his hand to the other guy's throat and lifted the fragile life with his feet off the ground, crushing his trachea.

Then a few bullets exploded beside the red butcher, and more bodyguards joined the melee.

They broke through the simple bunker, threw away their pistols, and attacked the defenders with their huge battle axes and sharp blades.

The remaining dozen humans did not intend to give up fighting, they roared and cursed and threw themselves into the melee.

"This is a bit like this!!"

With a battle axe, Grak smashed the skull of a human that stabbed him in the face and chest, almost slapped his whole person.

Another human slashed at Grak without hitting it. The blood of his compatriot left on the saber splashed onto the warlord’s boar-shaped helmet. The butcher grinned and slammed his shoulder against the soldier, hitting the position of the chest and staying. Push it against the wall and squeeze the bones.

The eruption of concrete smoke enveloped it, and Grak hooked his arm to the opponent's head and pulled out his spine to ensure that he was killed, and then threw the limp body on the ground like a rag.

He turned around and saw that a certain bodyguard was burying his axe in the neck of the last shrimp, and the rotating serrations splashed flesh and bone fragments on the railings in the corridor.

"This is over?"

The unfinished Glak approached the arch at the end of the corridor and entered the inner chamber of the cathedral.

The bodyguards were divided into two teams, one team followed the warlord, and the rest waited in the corridor, waiting for new orders.

The sound of guns and guns outside the city is still fierce, but there is not much worth fighting anymore. The defenders are either rout or wiped out. The rest is the work of the boys-those sneaky, cowering and hiding in In the house.

Those things are not worth the warlord’s own hands.

"Boss, you might want this."

Crowe took Glak's pistol and came to the opponent, apparently he found it from the pile of dried shrimps.

The warlord snorted to express his gratitude, then took a new magazine from his belt and replaced it with a bang. At the same time, he quickly glanced at the other side of the arch, searching for the enemy's trail.

A corridor leads to the north end of the cathedral, the windows on the right are all shattered, and the half-open door leads to the dossier on the left.

There was no sign of shrimp here, and Glak closed the armored position to save energy, and nodded to the bodyguards to move forward.

"Clean up everything."

Glak gave this order to the other Okkers in the church.

"Don't leave a panting shrimp."