Alien Domination

Raymond lurked quietly in the dense jungle. Tian Lai 『Fiction

The tattered dark green camouflage uniform makes it almost integrated with the surrounding environment.

Holding tightly the steel blade in his hand that was more like a guillotine, it tried its best to control the nervous mood.

The blade of the blade soaked with grass juice, only the line of the blade shone with cold light.

"Chief, Gallo, they have reached the edge of the Heihe River. With their degrees, they will arrive at you in about three to five hours."

The voice of the sentry came from the communicator embedded in the ear hole.

The **** Raymond slowly raised his hand and raised his three fingers.

Behind it, more than three hundred crocodile men hidden in the grass and shrubs, after seeing Raymond's gesture, panted and clenched their weapons.

They are all cold weapons, and they are still diverse.

Even the strongest warrior of the "Glory Tribe" lying behind Raymond held a thick leg bone.

The protuberances on the top of the leg bones were full of dried blood, and there were some fine cracks on the hard bones that were not inferior to the metal. I don't know how many heads it broke with this thick leg root.

Holding the giant blade in his right hand, Raymond, who was calculating the time in his heart, couldn't help touching the miniature particle gun on his waist.

If you put it in the past, how can you be so careful.

There have always been crocodile men who have always fought like this.

Unfortunately, this is not what it used to be.

The wandering civilization itself is weak but powerful. As long as the crocodile uses technological weapons, even a particle gun or a high-powered grenade, they will almost always be spotted and quickly located.

Without technological weapons, crocodiles can fight as well.

And what they can use now is only cold weapons.

"The Glory Tribe will definitely inherit the glory of the Moge Clan!"

"Stupid magic horn tribe, as long as I annex you, the largest tribe in this area will be our glorious tribe."

"Within a year, I will rule the Sunset Mountains."

"Within five years, I will rule this big six."

"I don't care about other life planets. I want to rule this life planet. I want to let the life fire of the Moge tribe pass on forever. I want the glory of the Moge tribe to never go out."

The icy handle of the knife was burned to heat by the flames of war.

The more he thought about it, the more excited he became, Raymond felt that his soul was about to be ignited by the fighting spirit.

At this time, a small movement came over.

Trying to lower his head, Raymond, who was lying in the grass, looked far away through the gap in the grass.

One, two...

At the end of its sight, crocodile men appeared one after another in the depths of the forest.

Seeing their equipment, Raymond almost drooled.

Similarly, they did not choose technological weapons. These crocodile men who just appeared were also wearing various cold weapons.

It's just that they wear absolute military armor.

The black metal armor is hard enough to hide the camouflage color.

When the tall Gallo appeared in Raymond's line of sight, it could hardly control it and wanted to rush over.

The tedious attack of the wandering technology civilization smoothed out every military base on the bright star.

From the army station to the defensive base, it fell completely.

The news that the leader has been lost for too long, too long, the crocodile in the last days went from hope to despair, and completely rioted.

Traditional "tribes" have sprung up like bamboo shoots after a rain.

There are tens of thousands of people in a large tribe.

Smaller tribes may not even have a hundred people.

Tribes large and small, from plains to highlands, from islands to ice and snow, are everywhere.

"Glory Tribe" and "Magic Horn Tribe" are two of the countless tribes.

The "Glory Tribe" occupied the east of the Sunset Mountains.

The "Magic Horn Tribe" occupies the west of the Sunset Mountains.

Since the encounter between the two tribes is doomed to the beginning of the war. The tough crocodile men want to annex each other. After several large and small wars, the "Glory Tribe" fell under the wind.

The reason is simple, the "Glory Tribe" has more people, but the "Magic Horn Tribe" is better equipped.

Especially after the female crocodile of the "Glory Tribe" was picking wild fruits in the forest, hundreds of people were sneaked into captivity by the "Magic Horn Tribe", the angry "Glory Tribe" crocodile decided to wash away the shame with blood-no matter Is it the blood of the enemy or their own blood.

This ambush was the idea of ​​Chief Raymond of the "Glory Tribe".

When its most powerful subordinates monitored the latest action of the "Magic Horn Tribe", Raymond made up his mind.

The distance is rapidly closing.

With his eyes fixed on Gallo, who was particularly vicious wearing a beast helmet, Raymond tried his best to control himself.

One hundred meters, eighty meters...

When the distance narrowed to sixty meters, Raymond raised his arm again.

At this time, outside this beautiful planet of life, in the emptiness and darkness of the universe, suddenly something strange approached.

Just like a twisted snake, it plunged into the planet's atmosphere when the light approached the planet.

Cocked fingers, put one away, and Raymond started his countdown.

At the same time, the body of "Snake" rubbed against the atmosphere, dragging out a long tail flame.

Raymond put away another finger.

Entering the surface of the planet from the atmosphere, swiping across the purple ocean, the "snake" flew towards the sky over the endless sunset mountain forest.

When the last finger was put away, Raymond let out a violent roar and rushed out first.

Behind it, more than three hundred of the strongest warriors of the "Glory Tribe" responded to the chieftain's voice with a roar at the same time, raising their swords to follow.

"Enemy attack!"

Even if it was clear that all his companions had seen the enemy, the crocodile who came to the front of the "Magic Horn Tribe" team still let out a roar.

Even if there were only more than a hundred people, the militant and sturdy Crocodile never feared war. After Chief Gallo at the front of the team waved his arms, the warriors of the "Magic Horn Tribe" roared and charged up.

"Snake", this time has entered the sky above the forest.

Time is exceptionally slow at this moment.

The warriors of the two tribes who were impacted by the violence, the short distance of fifty meters, were so far away in their eyes.

The "Snake" that originally flew deeper into the forest, as if hearing the violent roar of these soldiers, suddenly changed direction and flew over.

With only ten meters left, the huge blade that Raymond raised high had already slashed diagonally as it sprinted.

Opposite it, an equally strong crocodile warrior with a barbed stick in his hand also smashed down.

However, at this moment, the "fine snake" that flew to the top of their heads suddenly dispersed its tail.

About one percent of the tail disappeared, and only the most sophisticated observation equipment could see it. Its tail did not disappear, but turned into countless black spots.

These black points of light, which were hard to catch by the naked eye, rushed down like a meteorite and directly pounced on the crocodile men.