Orc Tyrant

"You see it now."

In the deliberative hall of the Sun Palace, Grak clapped his hands, and a large number of crying men and women were escorted into the hall through the gate. Beruf's eyes twitched when he saw those people.

These people are his canonized human lords.

Glak turned around, pointed to the mushroom cloud rising outside the door, and said to the lord gathered here.

"This is war, this is cruelty and death, this is something you don't want to look directly at."

In the face of this terrible massacre, the crying men and women supported each other, unable to understand the scale of the extinction.

"You are too weak, but too stupid. Maybe the same idiot will protect you before, but things have changed, and your betrayal has been known to me."

Grak continued. At this time, the Oukes around the hall closed the iron doors and stood at the door, with a huge machine gun across their chests.

At this time, the hall was basically controlled by the Gough Corps, and Beruf was trying hard to think about how to contact his subordinates outside.

He glanced at Camille, and then the other nodded with understanding.

"The time to tolerate you is over."

Grak said, his thunderous voice was full of power.

"Until this moment, now, I want to get this place back on the right path, and truly implement what the boss meant, instead of playing with Xiami."

Surprised exclamations and wailing echoed in the room with Grak's words, and he enjoyed the freedom that he had given him by speaking these words aloud.

The time for concealment and deceit has passed, and now he can expose his huge plan, discard his false mask, and show his true purpose.

This is his character all along.

"You can wailing, because Xiami can't understand how great the boss's plan is."

Glak laughed, tasting the expression of fear that spread rapidly in the conference room.

No speaker can play the audience between applause so perfectly.

"Unfortunately, there is no place for shrimp like yours in the boss's plan. We are about to embark on a journey to start a waaagh that has never been done before. This path cannot be influenced by those with rebellious hearts."

Glak said with a smile.

This is the smile of an executioner.

"Kill them."

He jerked his arm down.

"all."

With Grak's order, the hot bullets of the machine gun cut into the crowd, and the flesh shattered in the blood-splattered explosion.

Hundreds of people were killed in the first salvo alone, and then the executioners approached the crowd, and the screaming people tried to avoid.

But they have nowhere to escape.

The machine gun spit out the tongue of fire, and the roaring chainsaw tomahawk rose and fell, drawing **** arcs in the air.

The killing ended in less than a minute, and Beruf remained silent in the process, even though the human lords and their families had been asking him for help.

Later, Glak turned from the scene of the massacre to watch Tyre become the final dying convulsion.

At this time, a towering figure suddenly emerged from the shadows, and Love had been there to watch the lords be brutally killed.

"head."

Love came to Grak's side, bowed and said.

"came back?"

"Yes."

Grak nodded and looked at Beruf, who was protected by his only remaining bosses at this time. Despite the unfavorable situation, his momentum did not lose the slightest, and he still looked down at Grak with a sullen look.

This made the Gough warlord feel very upset. He took a step forward and said loudly:

"Beruf, don't you feel dizzy when you stand so high."

"Glak, what the **** are you going to do."

Regardless of the dissuasion of the boss around him, Beruf insisted on stepping down the platform, because he desperately wanted to know what happened tonight. Everything was out of his control, which made him feel like lying on the operating table of a mad doctor. On average.

Facing his interrogation, Grak spread his hands, looked at the hall surrounded by corpses, and smiled:

"I said, I want to solve the trouble."

"What trouble? I can solve it myself! Don't forget that I am a beast! It was appointed by the boss himself—"

"You are not anymore."

Glak said succinctly.

"Kill all your birds."

"What are you talking about?"

"I have no habit of repeating my orders, Beruf."

Grak pointed to Camille on the high platform and said.

"Now my order is to kill those birds, they are all traitors."

Beruf was dumbfounded, as if there were not enough deaths in the city of Tyre. Now they are going to open fire on the harpy and attack their allies.

"It makes no sense."

"This doesn't need to make sense!"

Grak shouted, his patience finally exhausted.

"Follow my orders! I am a beast now!"

He pointed to Camille, who was pale and shouted:

"Don't you understand the difficulty! Why can these shrimps do so many things secretly under your nose!? Why are their time so accurate, why do you know nothing?"

Then Glak pulled Love by his side.

"Tell this idiot, what were you doing before."

Love then briefly described his actions along the way.

"...Finally, we found the tunnel and went all the way into a big house, which is next door."

What Love said shocked Beruf. He had no idea that such a secret road still existed where he lived, and that this secret road was connected to the largest cult den in the city.

In Tyre, not many people can do all this.

Maybe……

Suddenly, Beruf noticed Quelsana not far away, and the truth suddenly appeared in front of him, as if Mao Mao sent him a light of truth.

"This is your conspiracy, isn't it?"

He pointed to the smiling Quelsana and the nervous Dalia, and shouted.

"You want to frame me in front of the boss!"

Then Glak saw his hand reaching for the holster around his waist.

The Gough warlord did not give the opponent a chance to take the lead, and quickly drew his pistol.

The two took out their weapons at the same time and fired at each other.

The two soldiers charged at each other amidst loud gunfire.

Love retreated calmly and watched Beruf’s bullets smash into pieces from Grak’s armor, but before he could continue firing, the Red Devils rushed in front of him.

Glak punched Beruf in the chest, but the blood axe warlord withstood the blow and slashed at the opponent's head with his knife.

The Red Devil lowered himself to avoid this powerful slash, but the blade still penetrated his shoulder armor.

Blood burst out from the wound briefly, and Grak rolled over to avoid the subsequent blow, and immediately drew out his combat knife, which was the same size as an ordinary man's long sword.

In this kind of close combat, the short weapon has an advantage over his battle axe.

"You are all traitors!"

The roaring Beruf leaped towards him, and the sharp blade cut a deep scar on Grak's side.

More blood poured out of the warlord Gough, but Love could see that he had been restraining.

Another fatal attack swung to Grak's head, but this time the short knife and another short knife met in a fiery spark.

Grak resumed his actions, piercing his blade into the gap in Beruf's greaves.

Beruf backed away staggeringly, and Grak stood up, but didn't rush to make up the knife.

"traitor!"

Beruf, who was almost crazy, approached again and stabbed him.

Grak dodges a swing and dodges into the opponent's defense line, locking his head in his arms.

But Beruf was also an experienced warrior. His other arm struck like lightning and pierced the combat knife into Grak's throat.

Glak could only free up an iron fist to hold Beruf's hand, and let the blade stop a few inches away from his beating Adam's apple.

Beruf was strangling his throat and gritted his teeth trying to push the blade upward, but Grak's strength became stronger and he began to deflect the short knife to one side.

Large beads of sweat emerged from the faces of the two warlords. This was a close match, but the balance was not on Beruf's side.

Camille, who had been watching from a distance, knew that this was a duel that Beruf could not win alone.

She quietly turned around and took out a pistol from under the cushion of Beruf's throne. The dark body of the gun was cold and deadly.

Although customized for a mortal, the pistol still looks huge in her hands.

But she still didn't dare to fire from any distance. She had never been a shooter, and the probability of hitting her lover and butcher was about 50-50.

Camille seemed to have made a decision, shaking his wings abruptly, and soaring into the air in everyone's surprised eyes.

The harpy's eyes were blazing anger, and her hatred and hatred for that enemy was obvious.

The next second, she opened her mouth wide and let out a roar.

Then her mouth opened wider, and her jaw stretched to an incredible degree, like a python devouring prey, and released a kind of ear-piercing squeaking.

Almost all Ouke in the room turned over and lay on the ground, threw away their weapons, and covered their ears with their hands to resist the terrible noise.

The sonic attack that Camille released did not have the slightest elegance, but was only an extremely painful, deafening volume.

Grak was also disturbed by the noise. Although he was still insisting, his arms began to tremble, his forehead was violent, and Beruf's blade was getting closer and closer to his neck.

"Shut up!"

With a violent shout, the ceiling of the hall suddenly shattered, and Charkin in the silver armor of the guard fell from the sky, through the light and noise, the long-handled battle axe pierced out, and the head of Camille was chopped off with one blow.

The singing suddenly disappeared.

"Get off!"

Regaining his strength, Grak kicked the shocked Beruf away, then gasped violently.

"Huhuhu, almost overturned..."

"This...I..."

Beruf shook his head vigorously, then looked at the blood-stained head on the ground, his eyes seemed to be still watching him, with endless grief.