Orc Tyrant

Ikron, who loves close combat, whispered into a cabin and cut off the panicked mortals one by one with the high-frequency particle sword in his hand.

"Stop him!"

At this moment, two large sailors suddenly jumped towards Ikron. Holding the hilt in both hands, he swept the two sailors with one blow. The indestructible blades easily cut through their tissues, splashing blood and internal organs in the damp. On the ground.

"It's still sharp."

Rask grumbled behind him.

"Yup."

Ikron answered while shaking off the organs stuck in the hilt of the sword.

He paused for a moment and admired his masterpiece. The stumps all over the floor were like a messy painted painting, with a degenerate beauty.

Compared with their predecessors, the second generation of Dawn’s children, in addition to being more physically powerful, their mental changes are more obvious. They get rid of the puppet-like behavior pattern of the past, and have more human sensibility and intelligence, which allows them to The ability to perform tasks independently.

In order to ensure that they can deal with various powerful enemies, the children of dawn have more or less implanted various devices and mechanical prostheses, such as implanting fire-control aiming devices in the eyes and implanting pharmaceutical syringes in the bones.

Compared with Ikron, Rask prefers to destroy the enemy from a distance.

Holding a standard plasma pistol in each hand, he happily tilted the bullet on the enemy at a mid-range distance. The hot beam instantly beat the enemy behind the temporary shelter into pieces of steaming meat.

In just a moment, Rask stood in the center of the circle of corpses, his gun barrel still radiating heat.

"Don't you think this kind of battle is really vulgar?"

Ikron whispered and nailed a guy who wanted to escape to the wall.

"We are the sons of dawn, we are not artists."

Risk replied suspiciously:

"We are craftsmen in war, nothing more, direct and violent. We do not pursue praise or honor, but only pursue mission."

"of course."

While kicking away the remains of the enemy of the Blade, Ikron left the cabin to reconcile with Rask, leaving behind the slaughterhouse.

"Uh, do you smell it? These things, their blood smells so bad."

"Of course the blood of mutants smells bad."

He kicked a corpse aside contemptuously, just to prevent himself from stepping on it. They all know what the real past is. These self-proclaimed humans are just monsters wandering in the wilderness and ruins in the long night!

The Citizen’s Temple created these monsters, but treated them as compatriots. Ikron couldn’t understand this behavior. They could have worked together to create a future of orthodox humanity, but the stupid night watchmen rejected all the council’s requests for communication. I just want to create

In the backward era of creation, life and death were intoxicated.

In this case, they are no longer humans, they are aliens, they are invaders.

The speaker once said to them that all aliens who dared to invade the territories of the human race will be severely punished!

And they are the performers, and now is the time to perform this sacred task.

After passing through the equipment layer and leaving a place of corpses, the assault team of the sons of dawn came to the crew living area, which was very close to their target, and the eternal fury that was assaulted was like an enraged hive, finally There was a response.

A group of real enemies appeared.

"Sir! First-degree enemy situation!"

When the soldiers screamed from the communication channel, Ikron was executing an officer. He looked back and was a little surprised.

At the entrance of the crew canteen, a group of black figures were approaching him.

The wolverines approached quickly with strict steps, the weapons in their hands did not stop, the combat discipline did not have the slightest flaw, and they maintained a high degree of combat efficiency, which he had only seen before with other brothers.

It was really difficult for him to distinguish between these people, because the shiny armor they wore was not like the Sons of Dawn wearing blue-gray armor, and their armor was not equipped with any seals or decorations.

Every face is covered under a badger-shaped helmet, which seems to remind him of the closed doors of some ancient fortresses. There is no doubt that they are a group of dangerous enemies, coming with the stench of Wap. .

They look almost exactly the same, each of them two meters tall, as if they were made by some mysterious means.

In turn, he thought that mortals would look at them with similar eyes.

If there are any enemies that can make Ikron angry, then these wizards who manipulate unknown powers are the first. It is very clearly recorded in the classics of the Eternal City that these are the psionics who are deeply trapped in Wap Eventually destroyed the dazzling human age.

If mutants are justifiable because of their own ignorance, then these wizards are absolutely unforgivable.

So he held up the particle sword in his hand and shouted:

"Children of dawn! Purify these wizards! Destroy them!"

The wolverines were holding war swords and witchcraft fire. As soon as the children of dawn approached, their swords and flames fell on them.

In the process, Ikron was suspiciously aware that they didn't seem to be able to speak, even if their bodies were pierced or scorched.

The wizards in his sight all communicated in a tactical sign language. Seeing them passing through the battle zone, he was very sure that the wizards had a clear purpose.

He frowned, trying to throw irrational thoughts out of his mind.

But in the next second, he paid the price for this brief negligence, because the warning symbol under the visualizer was flashing wildly!

He heard the sharp noise of the sharp blade, and when an enemy pounced from the shadow in the corner, he suddenly flashed away, and only they could do it quickly, and then slapped a dining table next to it to the ground. .

A burning big sword was attacking him, and Ikron punched out, trying to miss the enemy, but the next moment his forearm armor was cut into several deep grooves.

The silent enemy raised his left arm and grabbed it upwards, tearing off his helmet.

A sharp pain came, and Ikron was staggered. After he recovered, he picked up the plasma gun and adjusted it to a low-power rapid-fire mode.

The pistol from the Eternal City Arsenal hit the enemy's abdomen three times in succession. The violent impact caused his upper body to curl up, causing the next two guns to penetrate his neck and head.

The wizard slammed into the guardrail, then sat down, his limbs hanging down.

Ikron waited for the opponent to completely overturn and lay his body on the ground, but he did not.

The dead wolverine kept the curled and twisted posture, leaning on the guardrail behind it.

On the battlefield, he moved a few steps closer to the opponent.

This shot was enough to kill a mortal three or four times, and the tearing wound on the corpse's torso poured out gurgling blood, dripping through the floor of the grille into the darkness below.

There was a huge scorched crater at the top of his bright helmet, and a plume of blood smoke floated from his scorched skull.

Ikron took off the mask on the opponent's face. He thought there would be some expression on this face.

Anger, unwillingness, or hatred for him.

He felt that at least he should be able to see a little bit of pain and ferociousness, even sorrow and despair near death.

But nothing.

The enemy's face was limp, unable to discern any traces of vivid expressions.

"Sir!"

Suddenly, a panicked voice came from the communication channel. If it weren't for this channel only the Son of Dawn could use, he even suspected that the voice came from a weak mortal, not an elite fighter.

"Super enemy situation, breakthrough...Ah!!!"

The voice was interrupted, and Ikron was stunned for a few seconds. He vaguely heard that in the last few seconds of the communication, in addition to a certain slippery cracking sound, there was an unfamiliar roar, like a beast.

It's just like……

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! !