Warhammer Returns, I wonder why it’s the end of the world

The harsh reality had crushed the last bit of hope in Uncle Chen's heart.

"The thing he's holding in his hand that clicks is really powerful."

Tai Lang didn't have any superfluous thoughts at all.

Quickly kill Liu Zuan, and then see if you can add some new tricks to the big gun in his hand.

"Uncle Chen, it's a little insufficient for your waaagh energy to cast teleportation magic twice, but you can also come to a [Brother Fist] and hit him against the wall in the air."

[Head Explosion] Need to stare at the opponent.

Now as long as he shows his head, Liu Zuan's bullet storm will immediately greet him.

The other party also seemed to have sensed Tai Lang's glaring spell that needed vision.

So he shot desperately at this time, and hoped that Tai Lang could obediently expose his head for him to burst.

But fortunately, now Liu Zuan is shouting like a thief.

Whether listening to the gunshots or his shouts, even if the underground echoes are earth-shattering, it is not difficult to judge where he is.

Uncle Chen understood what Tailang meant.

He rushed up with a knife and personally sent Liu Zuan on the road.

"Is there really nothing you can do?" He asked unconsciously, but it was more like talking to himself, the last struggle in his heart.

As soon as he finished speaking, a grenade from Liu Zuan's side was directly thrown over.

【Bang!! Tai

Lang and Uncle Chen dodged in time, but they were blown to ashes.

"Even if he turns back into ordinary shrimp, he will still be a bad water."

Uncle Chen's hand holding the long knife trembled a little, but soon he held the long knife hard and stopped shaking.

Holding back tears, he held back his eyes red.

"Come on!"

The Waaagh energy in Tailang's body is mobilized.

Plus the black evil magic squeezed out of Martial God Huiyi.

Finally, he cast a shot of [Brother Old Fist].

Magic commonly used by orc shamans.

Using waaagh energy, a huge fist condensed out of thin air can smash the shrimp city wall with one punch.

It's just that the Waaagh energy in Tailang's body is really not enough, and this fist is the size of a country-made light.

There is really not a drop left, and Tai Lang is almost draining himself.

The power is equivalent to the all-out collision of a domestic light mini car.

But that's enough.

Liu Zuan held two large guns, and with enough bullets himself, he slammed Tailang in the direction where they were, slowly moving forward.

Corruption also brought strength and gave him great confidence.

The long and heavy chain dragged on the ground was enough to knock his enemy to evaporation.

There was a voice in his head telling him all the time.

Get out of this place and let more people know about the existence of a loving father and his concern for all life in this world.

Decayed but also eternal....

"Don't stand in my way!!

He shouted for Tailang and Uncle Chen to die quickly.

But suddenly, a green fist appeared out of thin air and slammed into his body.

Liu Zuan and the surrounding scaffolding were completely blasted away and hit the wall.

The two big guns finally fell to the ground, breaking a few ceiling chandeliers, and then stopped making noise.

Uncle Chen carried a sharp long knife and immediately rushed out of the corner.

His speed was fast, and in the blink of an eye he crossed various broken and deformed scaffolding iron frames and green potted plants that had been knocked over and broken on the ground.

In the next instant, the blade of his hand had already swung towards Liu Zuan's head.

But Liu Zuan, who was slammed into the wall, suddenly looked up.

"Uncle!"

At this time, Liu Zuan was no longer the same as he was just now, but became worse.

The flesh and skin on his body had become more corrupt and full of pustules.

The pus sores on it continued to rupture, and sticky green juice and newborn maggots flowed out, giving off the smell of dead corpses fermented.

"Uncle !!"

Liu Zuan's words "uncle" shouted out.

Even though his vocal cords were corrupted, the voice shouted out was as hoarse as the cry of a demon.

But I can still hear that he is calling him [uncle].

The remaining eyes, which seemed to fall at any moment, showed a hint of pleading light.

At this moment, Uncle Chen's heart softened, and the blade in his hand slowed down a little.

But it was Liu Zuan's eyes, and the hint of prayer in his eyes was fleeting, replaced by a full of malice.

"Go and die!!"

Uncle Chen's knife was only a minute slower, but it was enough for him to take out a pistol from the fact that he had already been beaten in the abdominal cavity.

Even because the shot was too fast and too urgent, the pistol he hid also brought out the intestines in his abdominal cavity.

This time it was no longer the inpowerful Xiuzhen pistol.

It was the golden sand eagle he had taken out to show off before.

A shot hit Uncle Chen's chest, seriously wounding him.

His head avoided the blade, and he immediately wanted to make up for the gun and hit Uncle Chen's head.

But suddenly he felt a pain in his wrist, and a large iron hammer was thrown by Tai Lang, smashing the golden sand eagle in his hand.

Uncle Chen finally no longer hesitated, although he was hit by a large-caliber pistol at close range, almost punching a hole, he still did not fall, and he would definitely not fail his comrades.

The blade in his hand pierced into Liu Zuan's chest, and also nailed him to the wall.

However, even though the heart penetrated, Liu Zuan still did not die.

He also wanted to shout "uncle" again.

I don't know if I really begged for mercy.

Or he wanted to scold him, scolding him for not keeping his promise with his father, and even cutting off his Liu family with his own hands.

But he couldn't shout.

Because he was already covered by Lao Chen's big hand.

Even Old Chen had already closed his eyes, unwilling to see Liu Zuan's corroded face at this time.

"Old squad leader..."

Uncle Chen's other hand pulled out the arquebus with a short knife tied behind his back.

"I have not been able to keep my promise to you."

The arquebus was held in his hand like a short spear.

"It also caused your old Liu family to die."

The blade of the muzzle was attached to Liu Zuan's forehead, and the juice that flowed out of the punctured pus strained and slipped across Liu Zuan's cheek mixed with tears or something else, and the pus that flowed out of his eyes finally flowed to Uncle Chen's hand.

"When I die in battle one day, go down and personally make amends for you!"

Uncle Chen's chest was blurry with blood and flesh, and red liquid and hot air continued to emerge, like a fountain of blood.

I feel like I'm going to fall right away.

There is not much strength left.

But the short knife that was on Liu Zuan's head finally stabbed down.

Liu Zuan's remaining eye lost the last of his light.

The foul-smelling liquid mixed with green, red, yellow, and white flowed down the short knife.

The stab used up the last of Uncle Chen's strength.

There is no way to support yourself anymore.

But when he fell to the ground, he was firmly caught by Tai Lang's big hand.