Orc Tyrant

The rocket struck the ground after drawing a fire in the cloudless clear sky, and the raised dust cloud flashed a colorful spectrum under the bright light.

The gravel exudes high temperature, the smoke from the ruins obscures the view, a devastated camp has put down its dilapidated gate, and a large number of corpses are piled up less than half a kilometer ahead.

"Boys! Waaaagh with me!!"

The leader of the war gang screamed and rushed out of the gate first, leading the remaining boys in the camp to the nearest hustle and bustle of war, and then the other two gates were opened separately, rushing out of several teams of boys who had been defeated on the battlefield before. , They stepped on heavy footsteps, with less than fifty troops.

But as a member of the Gough Corps, they will not retreat because of the number of them before the boss is dead.

During the run, Scytai observed signs of movement on the edge of the battlefield through the gaps in the helmet, so he speeded up his pace, and the concussion echo in his brain was singing songs to him, begging him to join in the killing.

Fury rushed through the veins. This was the anger towards the traitors and the merciless contempt for these idiots. They would rather believe in a scrooge-mouthed **** stick than really understand the power of the overlord.

But he understands, so he will never join these traitors, the responsibility requires him to stay here to the last moment, then he fights to the last moment.

Behind the Blackstone Fortress, a place of great significance, when the overlord transferred them from the Blood Skull Fortress here, it was decided that they would either win here or die here.

Suddenly, a flash of light flickered on the retina, and he grinned. As expected, the neuroboy Kasikla survived the battle. His best friend had already proved that he was very hard to die. Kasikla led a raid on the rebel convoy. The kid almost occupied half of the war gang──now only

With him and a dozen other survivors, if he is destined to die, it will be an accident rather than other reasons.

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!

After just a few minutes of sprinting, the battle finally appeared in the field of vision, and Scythe's smile bloomed.

He saw a circle of dirty yellow armor surrounding a small group of red figures standing on the corpse mountain. There were countless riot colors on the ground under their feet, like the core of the ground spewing out lava.

The rebels wearing yellow helmets or yellow turbans crawled over their own dead, but their weapons were still inferior, and their combat skills were very clumsy. Every ten deaths could be exchanged for a soldier of the Gough Corps.

But they have a number, as if it is endless, and Scythe even suspects that the number of each other is more than a hundred times his own.

Too many idiots were bewitched by that bastard. They chanted the slogan "Protect you, invulnerable", and rushed to the tight defenses of the Legion like lunatics, and then sacrificed thousands of times to crush a camp. This kind of offensive only feels despair when you face it personally.

The fallen red figure on the battlefield quickly disappeared into the yellow ocean. The traitors tore apart the limbs of the Gough fighters with their bare hands, and Scythe saw fewer and fewer flags belonging to the legion.

"Big gun!!"

He gave the order with a disdainful expression, and when he drew the pistol, he even started to hate the order.

Several mechanics in the battle gang have modified the guns used by the battle gang and turned them into amazing battlefield tools. The sound is noisier, the power is more powerful, and the blasting rate is greatly reduced, but for Scythe , There is no sense of satisfaction for the killing from this distance. It is a tactic that cowards and buns who lack the courage to fight will choose. The Gough Army has always been a head-on warrior.

But he still convinced himself to accept the fact that before rushing into the attack range of the blade, the roar of the weapon in his palm was the only pleasure he could enjoy, and he let out a soft growl while thinking.

A volley of bullets swept toward the insurgent mob. In a short heartbeat, the warhead ripped the armor and flesh and blood and exploded.

Although they despised the marksman's marksmanship, at such a distance, the density of the enemy gave them the opportunity to bite the flesh.

Whether it was really unexpected or was stimulated by bloodthirsty desire to forget the possibility of enemy reinforcements, the rebels completely took the blow, and the bullet penetrated into the gap between the armorless muscle and the armor plate, and cut it off. Remove the head and let the limbs fly into the sky.

"Blow them up!!"

Then the boys who used stick bombs threw out the explosives in their hands and sprinkled waves of metal rain on the battlefield. The rebels either fell into flames or were bent by the shock wave.

But submission is definitely not the nature of these rebels. Even without those crazy talk, the boys who are stimulated by the killing and blood will never tolerate themselves taking a step back.

They refused to bow their heads to the wind, but leaned forward to face each other, embracing bullets and debris.

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!

"Squeeze these Guk's running dogs back!"

The commander of the rebel army began to yell. Scythe didn’t know the turtle, but he danced like a drunk idiot.

Some of the rebels are still besieging Kasikla and other survivors, seeming to insist on seeking justice for the allies who died in the battle, while other boys rushed towards the attacking Scythai and his war gang, the corners of their mouths and the screaming jagged spray of tomahawks. Bleeding foam, those boss-level guys also fired back with big guns at the same time.

"Wow!"

A bullet hit the eye of a soldier next to Scythian, piercing the helmet with blood clots and skull fragments, and the blood spilled on his face mask.

The wave of yellow sand and blood boiled under the feet, and the distance between the two battle gangs finally narrowed to zero.

With a bang, the Oukes slammed into each other for a melee fight.

"Die! Bed bug!"

Scythe threw a hatchet at the nearest traitor and slashed it directly on the opponent's shoulder with a knife.

Then he pumped violently, and the enemy tensed his arms and rose from the ground. The moment he crossed the sky with Scythe, the roar of pain was stopped abruptly by the blade of the battle axe, and at the same time the cold light from the bottom of the lower jaw flashed, without Tilting his head off his shoulders laboriously.

"Waaagh!"

Barking with joy, Scythe dodged sideways, and at the same time threw his arm out. The flying corpse directly hit the rebels next to him. Then his battle axe swept back again, drawing out a red afterimage grid. The chain saw long knife, the moment the two clashed sharply.

The next second, splitting the steel armor and flesh and blood, he cracked when he slashed through the tendons and cartilage, and his armor was bathed in blood.

Soon he heard the sound of being blocked by blood and most of the chain saw axe screaming with its teeth falling. Scytai twisted his head to the side. Although his vision was shifted for a moment, the axe handle was still precisely aimed at the attack. The abdomen of the fighter, and tasted the jitter of the arm when the sharp thorn at the end of the axe dipped into the enemy’s armor.

Before the next enemy came into sight, he turned the axe handle to tear open the wound and twist the internal organs.

When the third enemy approached, he slammed his guard like a spiked mace. The guy knelt down, but his weak fingers grabbed his breastplate again, and Scythe could hear the opponent's breathless low. Bark, even if the internal organs have been spilled from the abdominal cavity on the sand, he is still fighting.

Obviously with such ability, why not become a real warrior and a sad traitor?

The second punch of the furious Scythe stopped the opponent's yelling, and the third punch finally made it fall to the ground. Then the boots smashed the enemy's skull and reached out to wipe the blood off his face.

The killing boosted morale, and the traitors were being forced to fight in the manner of the Gough Corps. The barbaric butchers under Glak were proficient in this barbaric, harsh slogan, and undisciplined battle.

But the number of enemies is still ten to one with the number of the Scythian War Gang, which allows them to continue to dominate the rhythm of the battlefield.

"Where are the reinforcements?"

Danka's anger echoed on the noisy battlefield, and Scythe saw the tall leader in the chaos. The original red legion pattern on his shoulder armor was scraped off during the battle, revealing the stubborn black iron color underneath.

"Where did the good reinforcements go!?"

As if to answer his question, the scream from the air caught everyone's eyes, and they all looked at the attacking object.