Orc Tyrant

The unique flapping sound of the thick wings was the first warning of the enemy's attack.

Beruf raised his head and walked through the smoking ruins of a tower, and saw at least thirty black gargoyles swooping in. They moved silently, but attacked as fast as thunder.

These living structures come from the Three Witches Institute in the city center of Avon, which is also the location of Avon Tianfeng University, and it is also the place where resistance is most fierce. At least double-digit wizards are focused there, and The remaining defenders fought together against the torrential invasion of Oak.

"spread!"

The warlord yelled, and the soldiers following him immediately rushed into shelters that were everywhere. The streets were filled with glass shards and twisted metal, as well as the wreckage of the downed gargoyle.

Those structures swooped through the rain of bullets, making sharp screams, and the air was full of large-caliber bullets, but even so, it was difficult to hit all such fast targets.

Explosive bullets roared out from behind the overturned spire, but only a few flying objects were hit. They rolled and fell to the ground, and black rock fragments were scattered all around.

If they are creatures, they will definitely be afraid of such firestorms, but they are soulless agile pilots with extremely strong mobility.

Fierce and sharp claws protrude from the front of the wings, turning their wings into serrated blades, but the razor-sharp hind claws are the best killing tools for these structures.

Each gargoyle is controlled by a rider sitting in a flying saddle. They are both pilots and precise and deadly attackers.

Beruf watched curiously as the rushing troops from the sky pounced towards the maze of ruins. The easy and proficient driving skills of the riders showed the tacit understanding cultivated in decades of cooperation. They are not soldiers, but from Tianfeng University. Wizard.

A blood axe kid armed with a spear left the bunker to shoot at the enemy, but he underestimated the speed of these creatures.

A gargoyle rushed down like an ancient feudal knight. Its razor-sharp hind paws pierced the warrior like a shining spear, and the blade penetrated his chest, while the wizard on the gargoyle swarmed. The flame smashed into Ouke's face.

The fireball directly penetrated the soldier's goggles and burst out from behind the helmet.

Beruf blinked, and the perverted kid beside him with the metal long stick in both hands immediately stepped up knowingly, only to see a green arc in the air.

"Waaaaagh!!!"

The gargoyle burst into flames in an instant, and its sharp neighing could not repay the life it had taken. Its rider tried to escape from the burning mount, but the pervert boy fixed him on the back of the structure with a thought, forcing them Scorched together.

Other gargoyle riders whizzed past, but the blood axe kid was very careful not to be exposed in the open area, and they also had other weapons to use.

"Airblast!"

Beruf ordered that dozens of warriors emerged from the ruins at the same time. On their shoulders was a rocket launcher. Those rockets had birds, lizards, eyes, and other indistinguishable appearances.

After a scream, they rushed into the air, bursts of flames and electric currents gushing out of the rocket, and suddenly detonated after reaching a certain height.

Boom boom boom~~~~!

A terrifying explosion covered the sky of the ruins, and more than a dozen gargoyles and their chess players suddenly turned into a living torch made of flesh and rock.

The survivors fled into the sky. Beruf waited for them to reach a deadly height, then raised his hand.

Da Da Da Da Da~~~~!

A heavy wall was suddenly pushed, and the huge tracked armor slowly drove out. There were no common cannons on it, but more than a dozen large-caliber rapid-fire machine guns and machine guns. Assholes were operating these weapons. A dense rain of bullets poured down the sky.

Beruf heard the crunch of the disintegration of the stone gadgets, but was not interested in watching their rider fall to the ground.

Suddenly, sporadic bullets attacked in the direction of the warlord, and human infantry appeared at the other end of the street.

"silly."

The warlord shook his head and whispered:

"Very stupid."

He clenched his fist, the buildings around the street exploded, and the entire front was instantly destroyed.

The huge shadows of several dirty car tanks emerged from the gunpowder smoke. They crushed the wreckage, and the muzzle was still smoking.

Then a painful scream sounded, but Berufu didn't care about the terrible sound, and walked towards the soldiers who fell to the ground.

Most enemies still exude an aura of fear, but the ruthless trampling of the Blood Axe Legion quickly extinguished them.

He came to the end of the street and looked up at the glorious high-walled flying avenue, which stretched into the air and connected to the entrance of the Avon Library.

The city’s largest treasure trove of knowledge and history is located here. The huge museum is a pyramid covered with steel bars, which is a hundred meters high and one kilometer wide, standing proudly on the mountain.

Beruf noticed the uniqueness of this building. Dozens of slender bridges lead to a square and the gate decorated with golden emblems. Some of them were blown up during the raid, while others were burning or falling into fierceness. The rush to fight.

The speed bike squad has already passed through the lower city and is meeting with the Storm Boy, preparing to razor the upper area to the ground, tearing the councillors and politicians to pieces like a hungry and violent ocean behemoth.

Communication reports show that the armored commando has quickly defeated the defenders of the valley gate and is advancing at the bottom of the city, leaving behind only ashes and destruction.

If it weren't for Beruf's restraint, the city would have left no traces.

"almost……"

The warlord looked around, and there were no signs of resistance. The large-scale shelling had been ordered to end by him, and it was meaningless to continue the destruction.

He is not as stupid as Glak. He understands the principle of making the best use of things in conquering. What is the benefit of smashing everything and putting it together? Why not use it when it is still intact?

Suddenly he found something, and a wall was blown open in the explosion.

A pale hand stretched out from the ruins, very small, like a fart, as if he had found his own destiny, as if he was trying to dig a path to freedom before he died.

There was also a light green doll on the side. Beruf walked over and picked up the little thing.

Very ugly, an ugly boy, he was furry with blood.

In curiosity, he squatted down and gently grasped that hand. It was cold, but it was not completely stiff, and it was so fragile.

He has seen too many deaths in his life, he told himself, too many.

But why does it feel different this time?