Orc Tyrant

"These oaks have gone around behind us!"

He was really clever, Hasimte thought so with his remaining intellect, but didn't give any orders.

At this time, some soldiers carrying flamethrowers also appeared on the battlefield. In order to deal with Ok's quantitative tactics, the amount of flamethrowers in the army of the New California Republic was extremely large, and Hashimte’s troops also kept many.

The flamethrowers gritted their teeth, and the flames in their hands roared at the enemy.

Ouke, who was covered by the fire, began to burn, scream, and struggle, and smoke began to appear everywhere on the battlefield.

Then Hasimt saw something else.

One

War leader.

The blood **** is on top, that beast is really big!

This is a three-meter-high, purely muscled beast. It has some metal on its ears, a tooth on its lower jaw is particularly prominent, and almost all of its body is covered with thick armor, and some familiar pieces can be seen on the head. Pattern-the national emblem of the Republic of New California, the symbol of the Citizen Temple, and the totem of blood worship.

It was an undoubted war machine, and the biggest and most damned Ok he had ever seen.

Its red eyes had sharp, cunning eyes, and it stopped its gaze on Hashimte, apparently identifying the human commander for the first time.

Hasimte exposed his blood-stained teeth and roared loudly:

"

Die, blasphemer! "

Incomparable enthusiasm and hatred overflowed his torso. Around him, the melee slowed down into a smooth dance of blood and blades.

From the corner of Hashimt's eyes, a soldier slammed a brick into the face of an Ouke, who shook his body back a few steps, then shook his head, grinning grinningly.

Then he blasted the soldier's head with a punch.

Another drop of blood.

But Hashimte’s attention is still focused on their boss,

It's like the other person's attention is also on him.

The leaders of the two battlefields are like the center of the storm. The leader Naoke carries two axes, both of which are as long as its muscle-filled forearms, and there is a row of grenades stuck in its belt.

"Shrimp—"

Naok actually spoke in a rare voice, but the roar of the sword from Hashimte's hand was the only response it heard.

The ignored Ouke leader was angry, as if an out-of-control truck was running over Hashimt.

It is not only big, but also fast.

Hasimt has become accustomed to Ok's slow movements. They used to rely on brute force rather than speed or skill to knock down enemies.

But it is different.

In his mind he began to recite the greatness of the blood god-like an intuition, pure concentration, this was part of his battle, and the only thing he learned in the blood worship.

It allows him to be faster, like a tool for improving strength.

Fury and rage are flowing through his body, facing the surging Ouke, he does not retreat but advances.

"Blood sacrifice to the blood god!!!"

But his first side slash was blocked, and then in the second, Ock's battle axe burst into a scream of friction when he bit the blade.

The head of Oak did not shrink from the sudden explosion of courage in front of the human beings, he was powerful and began to control the situation.

Hasimte started to back up, blocked a blow and then withstood a second, his boots stomping between the blood and the corpse that didn't reach the ankle.

The leader of Oak followed his footsteps, and its breath was as dirty as its mouthful of yellow teeth. The key point was that it kept talking, threatening and mocking Hashimte.

But Hashimte didn't care about its arrogant statements.

Ok, who can speak human language is rare, but that's all. At this moment, it is just a sacrifice to the blood **** altar.

It is a blasphemer and a predator, and it will die here.

"Aha!"

Another blow, and then another, Hasimt tried to push forward, but the opponent didn't give him any space to counterattack.

Around, other soldiers struggled with rifles and bayonets, but they were gradually outnumbered. There were more and more human corpses, and the scope of control became smaller and smaller.

Hasimt's left light swept until an officer was staggering, and then fell to his knees, with a terrible gap extending from his left shoulder to his waist.

That is his fifth company commander.

Before he fell completely, an impatience Ouke cut off his head and hung it on his waist contentedly.

it's a shame.

"Shrimp—"

The monster grinned and made a long mocking sound. Then it threw the axe in both hands on the ground, grabbed Hashimt's war blade with its huge hand, and tore it from the master's hand.

Hasimt was completely unable to resist during this process.

Then the war leader threw the sword aside.

"Do not--"

Hasimte, who had lost the sacred weapons bestowed by the blood god, let out a scream, and felt unprecedented fear in his heart-he failed.

During the process of being picked up by the war leader, his eyes gradually became jet black, and his mouth was filled with shark-like teeth.

Hasimt barked like a beast, with a bunch of incomprehensible words flowing in his mouth.

Of course, this is not the language that Oukes understand.

"To shut up!"

The war leader became annoyed and slapped Hashim.

The blood flowed down his terrifying face, but with some kind of boiling power, the wounds healed quickly.

Hasimt raised his head abruptly, spitting, shaking violently as if possessed by something.

Blood and saliva dripped from his mouth, and at this moment the apostate officer looked at Ouke in front of him with incomparable hatred.

When Hasimt opened his deep purple lips, some kind of wounded beast howl suddenly came out of his mouth.

From a distance, the sound is terrible enough.

In front of him, the war leader suffered unprecedented pain.

"Ah! Noisy! My ears!"

The terrible voice spread directly throughout the war leader's body, echoing in his armor.

The huge beast was trembling all over because of this.

This sound was enough to tear the nerves and freeze the soul, and the war leader even felt his stomach upset.

The kids nearby also retched, dropped their weapons and grabbed their heads.

Hashimte's howling seemed to never stop, and time seemed to freeze at this moment.

The war leader fell to his knees, the cry seemed to burn his ears, burned in his brain like oil on the water, and burned his soul.

When he opened his eyes again, Ouke and the human being within a hundred meters of his body knelt on the ground.

The blood dripped from the ears of the war leader, and it also flowed from his eyes like tears, and the blood slowly oozing out of his nostrils, even he vomited blood.

"What the **** is playing with shrimps——"

The war leader blinked, then suddenly froze.

The human being beaten by him has disappeared, and a scarlet humanoid has replaced the original human being.

It is naked, no gender, no eyelids, staring eyes, open mouth, skinless scarlet muscles seep out of its shell like molten wax, like when a candle is burned upside down same.

It seems to belong to a corrupt thing, like something roughly sculpted out of living clay, and its right arm grows together with the war blade that was blown away by the war leader.

The inhuman monster laughed frantically, and then rushed over.

"by!"

The war leader retreated in a hurry.

Suddenly, a bullet grazed the creature's scalp, but immediately another two bullets pierced its chest and knocked it to the ground.

"I wondered why it was so slow, it turns out that you were defeated by this stuff."

Amid the rough roar, several towering figures walked into the battlefield.

They are dressed in shiny silver armors that are neater than their counterparts, and they hold automatic weapons with green smoke. The huge silver horned helmets are like some kind of flags. The leader is a super big man nearly four meters tall, holding one person A tall double-sided battle axe with a smoldering Oak cigar in his mouth.

Its small scarlet eyes stared at the creature rolling on the ground.

"Old—Boss, I just."

"To shut up!"

Interrupting the explanation of the war leader, the tall guard winked at the comrades behind him, and they took up their guns and fired at the creatures on the ground that had already stood up.

A storm-like bullet swept over, and the creature sensed the danger and quickly leaped to one side.

And when it just landed, another rain of bullets swept over, only forcing it to continue maneuvering to one side.

Then, it was greeted by a battle axe mixed with thunder and gale.

It didn't even realize how the behemoth wrapped in metal approached itself within a few seconds. It could only subconsciously raise its right hand to try to block it.

In the loud knocking sound, the scarlet creature slammed into the wall ten meters away, and then fell down, breaking a third of the war blade in his right hand.

When it raised its head, oncoming was a huge sole.

With a snort, the guard retracted his leg.

"Damn, the pants I just bought..."

He whispered and grabbed a certain corpse on the side and rubbed his **** leg hard.

"Old—Boss, I'm here, I'm professional!"

At this time, the war leader immediately ran over, holding a newly torn military uniform in his hand, then knelt down and very carefully helped the guard to wipe the blood stains off his pants.

"It's all right, you quickly take your kid to clean up this place, the overlord is coming in a while, you can take as much as you can."

After giving the war leader a kick, the opponent immediately stood up with interest and began to direct the boys to clean the battlefield.

After the death of the creature that used to be Hashimte, some of the remaining Holy Blood Army also knew that they were hopeless, and they had suicidal charges to end their lives.

The boys began to frantically looted the battlefield, from weapons to clothing, even clothes buttons, without letting go.

Including the corpses on the ground, they are all packed into carts. The demand for these "feeds" at the Skugger Farm is growing stronger, and fresh corpses can be sold at a good price.

At the end of the war, being able to attack a stronghold with many enemies has even become a reward in the Ork Army in Dunwich.

Because that means a huge amount of spoils, it doesn't matter that you don't even have the qualifications for the first wave of cannon fodder.

Immediately after the war was cleared up, huge dirty cars and tanks rushed through layers of ruins, reaching the damaged teaching downstairs.

"pay tribute!"

The guards who arrived in the first batch straightened up after the biggest "Green Fortress" stopped.

The tyrant who was about to decide the course of the entire war appeared in the huge armored hatch.