Orc Tyrant

In the end it escaped, and a prey came out of the net.

Although Guk could confirm that it could not cause trouble for a long time, it finally broke free and escaped from the desperate trap it set.

This incomparable anger was ignited to the highest point after the arrival of the human reinforcements. He led the guards rushing towards the bewildered soldiers, completely defeated them in a massacre, and then Guk moved again.

Now that the enemy's biggest trouble disappeared, they stuck to the point for a long time, and the C3 area became less reliable.

Although Guke doesn’t know how humans call that valley, even he can see that as long as he controls it, he can cut off the entire valley in the middle. It is not only the intersection of several tracks, but also There are only a few large plains in the canyon.

In order to seize it, Guk once again concentrated his strength.

"Go to hell!"

Silas slammed the old fist downwards, smashing the monster's slab forehead with a heavy blow.

But it was still not dead. It roared back, and its almost ridiculously large jaw snapped and strangled one of his wrists, so he thumped harder, bringing the power system of his armor closer to its limit, and Overworked somewhere in the body to squeeze more power.

It took him two more heavy blows to dull the fury behind the pair of unnatural scarlet eyes, and the subsequent third blow knocked the behemoth to the ground, sliding down the inner wall of the trench.

Silas gathered strength to climb the slope, groping in a wave of falling debris.

There was a sharp pain from his left leg twitching, and it became more and more difficult to ignore the pain. His star dart gun had been smashed into scrap iron, and the armor was full of pits and cracks.

The air is full of that terrifying, never-ending roar—Waaagh! ! !

Every battle with these beasts will have this noise, and this sonic **** is still growing, tearing the auditory protection in his helmet, torturing his senses, and weakening his reaction speed.

"Damn..."

More than ten seconds later, he reached the edge of the slope, knelt on one knee, gasping for breath.

Above him is a wide open door, the tortured sky, which is as bright orange as nerve gas, and the jet black cloud of rockets scratches it from time to time.

Suddenly, a rocket roared and fell overhead, and its engine spewed heavy smoke, causing the earthquake to tremble, and the smiling face on the red shell was so abominable.

A wrinkled terrain made up of alluvial plains was exposed before his eyes, glowing brightly against the background of successive explosions, like broken glass scattered across the continent.

The saddle-shaped mountains in the north stand on the fiery horizon like some kind of repetitive waves.

Everything between him and the mountains is in motion. It is a moving earth, like a boiling turbulent ocean.

But that is definitely not the land, nor the ocean.

It was a living wave, a living carpet made of dark green flesh and blood, bound by heavy iron armor and covered with a roar like a nightmare, rolled and swallowed everything.

There is no analogy in this world.

No other species can do this, and no sentient life can fuse itself and twist itself into this mass of molten amorphous rage.

Some kind of lattice furnace buried deep in it expands and powers it until it is intensified to the point where it is inevitable enough to annihilate the stars.

No other army can advance under such a tearing green tide.

No other army can join hand-to-hand combat based on primitive instinct alone, and it does not think about it except for the splattering of anger and desire.

There is no premeditated malice, no grand strategic purpose, only the turbulent desire to kill.

It gushes from the condensed basal ganglia and rushes through the black blood vessels, driving the steel-hard muscle bundles to swing a blunt knife like a turbocharged hammer, splitting the ground under the feet to pieces.

Ok, green leather.

The most powerful and the most numerous of all monster threats that humans have ever faced. It has evolved so perfectly into a violent machine that imperial scholars have put forward a crazy hypothesis-this species may have been deliberately bred for war. .

Fearless, incredibly strong, terribly belligerent, fertile and extremely tough.

Many people have judged that this is a deadly enemy that has no one before and no one in the future.

And now they have launched another charge, this is already the twenty-third time today.

Silas rendezvoused with his deputy Grandet on the ridge, and as they smashed a blood path along the trench forward, more fighters reunited.

Almost all the Blurring Blades used cutting, splitting, kicking and other methods to squeeze out a path. The thunder of the artillery eclipsed the blood-soaked march of the former. Some machine gun bunkers have been fighting for several days and still Tenaciously tilted heavy firepower towards the approaching herd.

On the right flank, a light tank company from the 3rd Armored Division was galloping in, crushing the wreckage under the wheels, and appeared in the echo of the rotating main gun.

On the left flank, more warriors in black light armor gushed from the slopes of the trenches and joined the joint raid at the perfect timing. They charged in a tight formation and swallowed the battlefield with a violent rhythm.

Although they are similarly dressed, they are not Blurred Blades, but from the unenhanced mortal force-the Black Legion.

It was General Jackson who led the battle. These elite soldiers and Blurred Blades were equally good at fighting, and also stubbornly overcame the pain.

Originally, Silas’ support was not needed here, but he accepted Yushijin’s request for help. After the unreliable Citizen Temple troops withdrew, he decisively brought people to fill the battle line.

But the form is still changing sharply, and every meter of land on the battlefield has been captured after brutal close combat.

Each fallen green skin will be replaced by another, and then another. They swarm from the endless wall of flesh and blood, like splashing out of some super huge organic juice well.

All the magazines were swept away in a dangerous and brief interval, followed by a brutal hand-to-hand fight.

Humans and monsters squeezed and collided in a face-to-face distance, and tanks swarmed from the chaotic trenches, shaking the uneven surface, turning the pouring beams into a tsunami of slaughter.

"follow me!"

Silas started again, marching towards the saddle-shaped mountain in the distance, dancing his long sword into an aggressive circle of blades.

His guards followed closely, slamming the aliens that were not sent to the west by his sword, and sending precious ammunition into the bodies that were knocked into the air.

Oak progressed slowly, but it was unstoppable.

The most adept at blurring blades is fast combat, unparalleled agility and precision can be used, and the massive number of green skins can weaken the momentum of combat, which is their strength.