Orc Tyrant

Love, who was determined to fight back, didn't know that this place was called the Garden of Death by those believers.

When he led his servants to launch a tsunami-like offensive under the bullet rain from the guards, the sneaky protectors who were active in the shadows were instantly defeated, but when he broke through the palace, he realized that it was just begin.

Love had never seen anything more disgusting than what was in it.

Even the swamps that spit out sewage in the abandoned city are not as bad as here.

The enemy quickly organized again after being defeated, and they were dominated by a voice.

The sound of battle is a song of purgatory composed of screams, and the pitch is constantly rising. This scene is extremely terrifying.

The entire palace was filled with corpses, and the slaughterhouse-like piles of corpses were swarming with insects and flies, and the corruption churned like boiling water.

The interior space of the spire tomb where Love is located is larger than it looks outside. The floor is sunken to form a huge pit, and countless dead are thrown into this pit. This ancient tomb is almost a manifestation of death. .

The blood-stained steel was shaped into swirls and scrolls, forming a cemetery occupying a huge pit, with a fat and scorching statue of a strange **** at the top.

There was a weird and kind smile on his face, and a giant tumbling urn was in front of him.

A gray-clothed acolyte guarded the dark shoulders of the idol, screaming a death lament, and that voice shook Love's nerves, making his limbs feel a little tingling.

Hundreds of fanatics gathered around the deep pit, driven by the sharp joy of death, firing wildly while rushing towards Ouke.

"Kill them!"

Love shouted, and the enemy approached them before he could breathe a second breath.

The servants rushed out of the many tunnels leading to this spire tomb, and when they saw the approaching enemy, they immediately responded with their guns. Before the two forces collided, most of the Oukes shot out a whole Bullets in the magazine.

More than two hundred servants rushed into the battlefield, and the Tomb of Death suddenly became a huge stage full of horrific killings, just like the **** arena of Tyre.

"Chop! Chop hard! Go ahead!"

To cater to Love's roar, it was the deafening scream. Every believer opened his mouth and screamed along with the music of the acolyte.

Love took the lead, cutting a blood-red arc in the crowds rushing to him, and the servants were doing the same thing with their large chainsaw axe one after another.

Tactics and weapons are meaningless now. This battle is just a hand-to-hand battle.

There can only be one result of such a struggle.

Love was full of hatred in his heart, not for the death and blood around him, he had seen worse than this before, but for the huge waste in this entire war.

He should have been greeted by fierce artillery fire on the front line, fighting against stronger enemies, instead of killing some weak things here.

The people he was killing...or something that could still be called a human being had no meaning at all.

"Kayson! Lead your kid forward! Force them back and give the stick bomb a little distance."

"Speaking lightly, naive!"

Kaysen replied loudly, his voice mixed with the crisp sound of broken bones.

Love looked around and saw that one of the soldiers of the Guard Squad was dragged down by the enemy soldiers who flocked to him.

The guard tried to fire with a gun, but his **** broken fingers pulled his muzzle away, and his huge body was immediately submerged.

Knowing that the situation was not good, the guards immediately lowered and dashed forward.

The body shattered under him, but more enemies pressed on him, blades and bullets impacting his armor.

"dry!"

Love roared, using his battle axe to tear the enemy in front of him, forcing the enemy to retreat, and using this moment to raise the gun and fire.

A full-automatic shot sent the entire magazine bullet into a dense group of enemy soldiers, blasting them into scarlet shattered bodies and damaged armor.

He quickly changed into a new magazine and fired at the enemies who were trying to overwhelm him.

The executioners used this opportunity to rush towards the enemy, or raised their weapons, and more fighters added their firepower.

The tone of the gray acolyte suddenly became sharp, and Love felt as if a rusty iron nail was penetrating his spine.

He was stunned for a moment, and the enemy rushed up immediately.

"Kayson!"

He shouted in the loud noise.

"Get rid of that yelling thing! He is a trouble!"

Love's voice, Kayson, was heard immediately, but a gunshot caught his attention, and the captain of the guard was in a hard fight, facing the spears and sharp knives that a dozen believers had pierced at him.

Behind him, a guard leveled the cannon, and then storm-like bullets hit the howling target.

In the darkness, the tracer flicked a line of fire, and the gray-robed acolyte was instantly shot down on the statue of the Eternal Father like a dying bird.

He fell, the last scream faded away, and the broken corpse fell beside the gorgeous carvings of the Tomb of Death.

"That thing is dead!"

Kaysen broke another believer's neck and yelled at Love, obviously a little surprised that his purpose died so easily.

"Can you still fight? Let some ammunition come out!"

Love asked as he slashed, and as the acolytes died, the believers began to retreat.

But he suspects that the opponent's retreat was not simply due to the death of the leader.

Faintly, he felt a fundamental change in the catacombs, but he still didn't know what it was.

"Of course there is no problem, but I cannot be sure until the ammunition is counted, and there is another thing..."

"what?"

"Our time may be running out. I don't know if you wear a watch. We have been down for three hours."

"I know."

When the last enemy was chopped to the ground, Love glanced around looking for the familiar figure.

Finally, he saw him on the edge of the corpse. T

Kaysen walked over with him, and the special warfare kid who led the way squatted there.

"What's the situation below?"

"The bottom is very dark, I can't see it clearly, but there should be a way. Some dried shrimps have hidden inside, and the place looks very smelly."

"No matter what, we have to go down. We need to find that stuff. It doesn't make any sense to sit here, just to give Xiami a chance to surround us."

Kaysen also expressed the same opinion,

"Then all attack, sitting here is a waste of time."

"Boss, you have the final say, I saw an entrance there, we can go in from there, but it won't be an easy walk."

"Very good, all go down!"

The two teams quickly merged, and then descended to the stinking corpse.

Love didn't feel any discomfort as he traversed the corrupted corpses, but he noticed that some of the corpses were placed in weird shapes, much like three connected circles.

After passing through the corpse, they entered a passage with vague inscriptions on both sides of the passage.

They chased all the way along the bloodstain, and finally reached a hall in the deepest part of the tomb.

Inside it was like a miniature city, with towers and palaces spliced ​​together, and even a half-collapsed retaining wall. The fountain in the garden had long since dried up, leaving only rancid silt.

There are some strange flowers growing in the flowerbeds, all exuding a foul smell, as pale as a corpse, and fat flies are dancing happily among them.

At the southern end of the palace, a strange living building is attached to the palace like a parasite. The bulging, slippery form is more like growing than being constructed.

Its pale marble surface is covered with black pipe networks, and its huge battlements hang down like ripe fruit.

Judging from a piece of marble monument, it is obviously a sacred place.

At the same time, this is also the goal of Love and his party.

When the first Ouke stepped onto the square, the strange music screamed in the dim light, summoning the "residents" of this underground city from their homes and ordering them to take up weapons.

They were all living dead with pale faces and herpes and abscesses all over their bodies, and their dull eyes became crazy with the sound of the music.

Grey-robed acolytes appeared on the battlements of the temple and sang death songs for the invaders.

Called by this elegy, the residents of the city gathered on the streets and rushed to the battlefield.

Although Love was prepared, he did not expect that there would be so many enemies here. They seemed to be tens of thousands. Wuyangyang climbed out of the house with closed doors and windows, or got out.

They gush out like a tide, holding everything they can find at home in their hands, but it is not the simple temporary weapons that make them deadly, but their sheer number and the chanting of killing. singing.

"set!"

Kaysen yelled, took his gun, and aimed it at the rushing crowd.

Compared with Love's executioners, the guards emphasized annihilating the enemy before they approached, or severely weakening the enemy with firepower, which is why they often combine guns with melee weapons.

With the captain's order, the guards in silver-white armor formed a line of fire beside him, pointing their large-caliber guns and blades forward.

This is the discipline that is rare in Oak.

"Fire!"

In the thunderous roar, the living corpses in the front row were instantly knocked down by a volley. The exaggerated ammunition tore them from the waist, and even directly turned the upper body into a shower of blood.

But the crowd only stagnated for a few seconds, and then surging over the corpses on the ground like a spring tide.

As the distance between the two camps gradually shortened, the executioners had drawn out their huge battle axes.

Love saw the madness in the eyes of his enemies and realized that this battle would soon become a massacre.

If there is anything that the Gough boys have reached the pinnacle, it is precisely a massacre.