Orc Tyrant

"Damn it!"

He pounced on the face in front of him, the gun in his hand blazing out of flames.

In an instant, the face, the shadow, and even the crazy laughter disappeared without a trace.

Auguste was discouraged to find that his bullet had killed a kid standing at the far end of the hall.

The others are still firing. This is madness and chaos. All discipline is gone. It has only been a few seconds since the battle began.

Auguste realized that he had been yelling, venting his anger with meaningless desperate screams.

Is this fear? Is this really fear?

He is an Ok, a warrior, and should not be intimidated by such things!

He saw a special warfare kid being knocked into the air. What hit him was nothing but a shadow, like the broken wings of a black vulture, but the impact was enough to make him fly out like a cannonball.

Then, the kid smashed through a window in the hall in the rain of glass shards.

A soldier's helmet rolled down the floor to August's feet.

There is also a head inside.

"Come and face me!"

Auguste roared angrily:

"Face me like a warrior! You weak ass! You nocturnal monster!"

In response, the erratic shadow pierced his armor, lining and muscles with a clawed hand, piercing his internal organs.

Auguste knelt forward, blood gushing from the open wound.

There was a huge amount of blood flowing from the dead Ouke around, so that there was almost a slowly surging scarlet tide on the ground, and the darkness was full of blood.

The black knight paused for a moment, the tall and thin shadow stood still in the twilight, raised a sharp claw, and pinched August's steaming internal organs like a trophy in his hand.

"Really tenacious, as always."

Since that catastrophic jump-to-gang battle, his first killing so heartily and vividly, the power that drove him to madness also made him stronger than ever.

Now he even feels that he can try the most difficult challenge.

For example, hunting for the head of an Ouk warlord.

"I'm not dead yet, you bastard."

Auguste grumbled, and a **** foam came out of his mouth. He was soaked in his blood almost from head to toe, but still holding his curved saber tightly with his right hand, he rushed towards Bruce. .

"Waaaaagh!!!"

In the candle-lit memorial hall, the terrorist actions of the attackers are clearly audible: stern alarms, frantic communications, running and gunfire, and loud explosions from all directions from time to time.

"It sounds like a war."

The nerve boy Dika whispered.

"Fortunately you are not with the warlord."

The eleventh Dalian company commander Bokos shook his head.

"I heard that he was very angry and killed several shrimp heads."

The lighting outside the memorial hall suddenly stopped, and Pocos glanced behind him. He could smell the burning smell, so he drew the pistol with his right hand.

"I have to take a step first to stop this crazy act."

"Then I wish you all the best, Mr. Dalian."

Said the nervous boy, turning to leave.

Bokos glanced at each other coldly, as if a lunatic sincere blessing was more like a curse, and then he stretched out his hand to lift the other party back.

"You have to come too!"

At this time, his guards also walked into the memorial hall, searching for the enemy with their weapons. When they saw Pocos, they lowered their guns.

"Sir, what order do you have?"

"Block this area."

"Sir, do you think he is nearby?"

"He is everywhere."

Dalian Chang answered gloomily.

"The order given above was'destroy the shadow'. At first I thought... I thought it was nonsense, but he might be a shadow."

"He just knows some tricks."

The thin figure with the metal long stick in his hand said behind them.

"You can beat him up if you find him."

Suddenly, the nervous boy jumped up from the broken chair unsteadily, and walked to the very edge of the candlestick's light.

"Beware."

He said suddenly, looking around nervously.

"Comrades in arms, beware—"

All the candles in the memorial hall were extinguished at the same time, and the green smoke rising from the remaining candles coiled in the sudden darkness. Today, most of the lighting comes from the electric arc on the neuroboy’s metal long stick, and the light shines through the thin The fog splattered in the memorial hall shrouded in dark night, lighting up the whole room in this peculiar way.

The memorial hall has four pairs of double doors, located in four directions.

Boom~!

The gate to the north was suddenly smashed into pieces by a brute force, and two closely locked figures rushed in and swayed across the wide hall of the memorial hall.

One of them was the company commander of Third Dalian, August, who was covered with blood from head to toe like an evil spirit, holding a war knife in his hand.

The other is the incarnation of darkness-it is a tall, cruel, slender, and indeterminate existence, like a vague afterimage of a rook on the ground when it flashes in the winter sky.

"coming!!"

Pocos and his guard rushed up, but the two figures fighting each other were inseparable, and they could not ensure that they would not hurt Ogult when they opened fire.

The company commander of the eleventh Dalian stared at this scene in hesitation and horror.

The attacker looked like a ghost, an illusion, with sharp claws, broken cloaks, flying long hair, pale bones and grinning dark teeth.

"He's here!"

And his lieutenant was shouting at the communicator.

"Xia Mi's Memorial Hall! Memorial Hall! Hurry up—"

The sound stopped abruptly.

The scarred Ogult finally fell exhausted, he knelt on the ground, and in an instant Libocos saw the shocking trauma he had endured.

The company commander of the third Dalian was torn apart, and half of his face was torn apart, but he was still able to act, which in itself showed his incomparable courage and strong physique.

The arc-shaped saber was no longer in August's hand.

It was thrown out like a spear, and Pocos' lieutenant was pierced through the neck before being able to repeat the report.

He collapsed, drowned in his own blood, and the air screamed from the hole in his throat.

"shot!!"

Pocos and his guard immediately opened fire, but they seemed to be unable to find any targets.

"Pocos!"

The nerve boy Dika shouted from the edge of the memorial hall:

"Run! You can't fight him, run now! Call for support!"

The claws struck from the smoky darkness and cut an Ouke soldier into pieces.

The other rushed forward, but his continuous firepower only hit the dead colleague, darkness twisted around him, and his head suddenly twisted 180 degrees in a crisp sound.

The next second, the Okker soldier fell on his colleague's body.

"Pocos! Run, sir! Run!"

Pocos did not respond, he stood frozen in place, turned slowly, and raised his pistol.

The darkness disappeared and circulated around him, and the silence breathed like a beast. He could feel the monster nearby, and he could feel the filthy evil watching him in the darkness.

Nearby, Auguste uttered a terrible gurgling sound, and his body was finally swallowed by death following the violent convulsions.