Orc Tyrant

"Wow!!!"

The metal-wrapped head hit a killer's visor, smashed his head and smashed the silver horn on one side.

At the same time, Guk finally found a short knife with his hand grabbing, but he did not choose to use it as a close weapon, but took the most efficient way.

He threw it out, like a throwing knife.

The assassin who had just been dizzy with his head was caught off guard and was directly pierced with a short knife in his throat. After staggering a few steps like a drunkard, he collapsed to the ground, blood gushing from his neck.

Bang Bang~!

The gunfire didn't stop. Those guys seemed to know that it was very dangerous to get close to such a savage behemoth, so they decided to "safely" destroy her from a certain distance.

They are almost succeeding.

Guk was shot again, this time in his left thigh. The pain was so severe that he wondered if his bones had broken.

The other two bullets swept across the left side of his head a few centimeters away. Bless you.

Although his armor is immune to most bullets, the destructive power of the guards' weapons is also quite terrifying, let alone at such a close distance.

The King of Oak was panting in pain, and turned back over the stone table to evade, trying to make the granite block the ruthless bullets.

With every fierce impact, the gravel flew across, and the front and top of the desk quickly turned into the craters on the surface of the crater. One of the killers tried to jump on the table and fire at the target.

"Die bastard!"

Guk got up to meet the enemy, held his battle axe in both hands and swung it at the assassin's knees, cutting him down like a small tree, and one of his legs was left on the table under the support of heavy armor.

Under this repeatedly pierced, twisted and deformed armor, Guke could feel blood seeping from his body, he could feel the bleeding from the wounds on his face and neck, and he could hear the guards outside constantly pounding the room. Door.

But they won't be able to open the door of this room for a while, because this prison is obviously Gulsute characteristics, and Guk was still wondering who he was going to use to imprison when he discovered it.

It now appears that this trap was set much earlier than he thought, even including the captive guy, it is very likely...

The guy who came up with this idea must be very smart.

In fact, very clever.

This is definitely not the act of a resentful traitor, nor the crazy act of the defeated pseudo-king, let alone he is dead, unless...

"who are you!?"

After avoiding a shower of bullets again, Guk asked himself, his voice seemed very weak, suppressed by gunshots, and dragged down by pain.

In response, more bullets broke through the air, lighting up the smoke that filled the room.

Guk lay down in a hurry, the bullet kissed the messy desk, penetrated the binding rack behind him, and left cobweb-like cracks on the wall.

Part of the wall bricks suddenly fell to the ground, and the gravel and fine sand poured out like a landslide.

How many did he kill?

Guk quickly searched through his memories.

Five, and one with a broken arm.

Is it five? How many do he need to kill himself?

He glanced around.

The assassin he had chopped off from the table was lying on his back, shaking, his severed legs stopped spraying blood, but the ground around him had been soaked in crimson red.

But he actually raised his hand weakly and aimed his gun at Guk. What a deep obsession.

Guk turned over and rushed over, nailing the assassin to the ground with his axe.

He convulsed suddenly and finally died.

Guk finally got the weapon. He snatched the gun from the corpse. It was a large pistol that the mechanics used for the guards. It could be switched between point and rapid fire.

He heard the remaining assassins talk in heavy language, spreading out from both sides of this broken desk, preparing to end him.

Guk couldn't understand what they were talking about. It didn't look like Oak's language, but he was not sure because the tone must be Oak.

But it doesn't matter if he doesn't understand.

Their conversation revealed enough information to him. They exposed their location. Through the voice and relative angle, he could know without looking at them. Two outflanked from his left and one came from the right.

Guk chose to rush to the left.

He bypassed the stone table and fired immediately, taking the lead in making a kill.

Headshot, and then a red mist.

The second kill was also completed in the next second, and two bullets hit the chest.

Bang~!

Suddenly, something stabbed him from behind, Guke opened his mouth wide and howled silently, feeling the cold and sharp blade penetrate the armor of his back, piercing under his ribs.

It stayed there and seemed to be stuck.

Guk twisted his body and slammed the assassin's face with his iron-clad right fist.

"Damn bug!!!"

This heavy fist flipped the assassin away and hit him head down on the wall. The cracked wall still remained unbroken.

Then, the guard collapsed on the floor below.

Guk turned to track down the remaining killers, but the **** short knife was still stuck in his body, and he—

"Uh--"

At least two bullets hit his shoulder armor and exploded behind his left ear. He felt that his head was screwed to the right by the shock wave. He felt the heat and pain. He tasted the smell of blood and fuel. The humming continued, and his vision was blurred.

He fell down, unable to stand up, half-kneeled on the ground propped on a table or an overturned chair.

Guk couldn't see anything, he could only fire wildly, but it was meaningless.

"It's—"

Just as he was about to roar, he felt a sharp blade against his throat.

"Guk, you lost."

The voice that Guke had mistaken for Brutus said, with uncontrollable excitement.

"Let me know who you are before I die."

He responded with a big laugh.

"You have always wanted to kill, or what you think you have already killed."

A terrible thought flashed through Guk's mind, but he couldn't believe it.

"you……"

"I am, Gulsuth."

Finally, the terrible conjecture in Guk's mind came true, and the cunning killer in front of him was the real Gulsuth, but more doubts followed.

"Your army...no! You can't pretend to be a guard!"

"Of course you can. You should be familiar with the one you killed. It's just a puppet, a skin bag, and the dried shrimp inside—"

"It's Diego."

Everything makes sense. Although the traitors don't hesitate to use any means, the deception method used to carry out this assassination, and the seamless infiltration of secrets, is definitely not something that Ouke can plan. Everything makes sense.

Although Guk has always lacked respect for the elusive and cowardly tactics of rebellion, this time it was really a touch of magic.

"I understand, but there is one thing you have to learn, Gulsuth."

Guk said with a smile, his sight was restored, and he could see the face full of tension and excitement, as well as his slightly trembling arms.

Gulsuth wanted to pierce Guk's throat hard and urgently, but his muscles and even nerves were paralyzed, and the mysterious power imprisoned him. Between him and Guk, a subtle electric arc was constantly beating.

"If you want to kill me, then don't waste time answering questions, especially when I have a gun in my hand."

In the next second, Guk fired, and the rapid-fire mode emptied the magazine once, and all hit the opponent's head and upper body. Gulsuth was directly bombarded by the zero-range shooting and fell to the ground as a corpse.

But the assassin's blade eventually left a deep scratch on his exposed throat, and blood poured out, but at least it was not cut off.

Guk stood up unstable, his vague senses gradually recovered, and he saw the last assassin, the guy whose arm had been cut off, crawling on the floor, looking for a gun.

"enough!"

Guk walked over violently and stomped on the guy directly, squashed together with the helmet and the head inside.

Then Guk fell to his knees and finally realized how tired he was.

At this time, the guards finally used the cutter to pierce the gate. They exclaimed and rushed towards Guk.