Orc Tyrant

"Is there anything else?"

The adjutant obviously also heard the movement from the front. There was a lot of dirt on his face. Although he was not very clean at ordinary times, Uniear hoped that this idiot could stay away from him.

"Go! Keep up with everything."

Single ear pushed this guy away, as if he had the same thoughts as him, instead of expecting the cold-blooded animals to have no time to chase this small team.

However, maybe the guys who stay here may know the tunnel system here very well, and they may be able to lead the farts to reach their destination faster without having to wander around the sewers that are overwhelmed by the forked roads.

One ear has a little bit of memory of the route on the map. The memory of the fart is always short. Although he has a backup, the leather becomes a little fuzzy after being wet with water.

With this thought in mind, the boss of the fart decisively turned to a niche on the side of the exposed broken wall, as if he had planned it from the beginning.

As he expected, this gap brought the Assassin team to a metal gate, which was almost exactly the same as the one they used to enter the tunnel in the first place. If there is any difference, it is that the gate in front of you is slightly open. , So the light and the voice of the owner of the room leaked into the sewer from inside.

When Mono Ear was about to push the door open, the adjutant suddenly pointed to the door and made a gesture of disapproval.

"Perhaps you have to throw a thunder in first?"

"Yes, good idea."

The boss of the fart Jing agreed, stopped to check, the door was a little worn out, and it was apparently beaten repeatedly with a hammer, but he was not sure whether this was deliberate damage or just a side effect caused by an attempt to forcibly break in.

One Ear first prepared his weapon, then opened the door just enough to allow the fart to pass through, and then cautiously walked into the space beyond the door.

The world behind this door looks like a surge chamber used to accommodate the sudden increase in water flow in the sewer: this is a huge rectangular storage tank surrounded by a ring of suspended aisles paved with iron nets, which are far from the ground. The height is about two-thirds of the wall.

There is a ladder to the upper level beside the adjutant and his position, and judging by the instinctive affinity for this kind of environment, the narrow suspended passage behind the metal door is likely to connect them before they were forced to leave. That tunnel.

However, all of this has nothing to do with the findings here.

Because the **** sneakers have already prepared hand grenades. The size of this explosive is not as exaggerated as the boys use, but it is quieter when it ignites, and its power cannot be underestimated if it is used intensively.

Shoo~~~~!

For a time, more than a dozen objects with red smoke flew out from the dark corner, and at this time the figures crowded together were still unaware.

For the owner of the room, it is difficult to say who was shocked by whom, and they were also shocked by this unexpected meeting, because according to the way of thinking of their kind of guys, they all have a feeling that they are enough. Tact can safely escape the illusion of search.

This is a group of cultists, and in the Benedict Empire, such groups are particularly "common" in cities-not that they are easy to spot, but that they will definitely exist.

Generally speaking, slums or sewers are often good hiding places for them. However, in view of the recent tensions, many cultists have also begun to move to safety. The Salt Lake City group is also planning to go to Tyre through secret passages, but because of the city Outside martial law, the transfer can only be done in batches.

Boom boom boom~~~~~!

The continuous sound of explosions blasted the gathered believers into twists and turns, and the tattered robes on their bodies turned to ashes in the strong wind and flames. Many people were swept by the shrapnel and gave a terrifying good feeling, and immediately fell on the ground. Ground.

"Intruder!"

The guy closest to the fart squad roared, maybe others hadn't noticed that a group of small, heavily armed men stood in front of them.

The screaming man was in ragged clothes, and against the dirt on his body, the fart smelled much better than him.

When he spoke, the fart also noticed that there was a strange symbol similar to a suppurative tumor in the center of his forehead. He didn't know what it was, but he felt nauseous instinctively. This is the case with Xiami.

"Kill them!"

Mono-ear issued the order and immediately launched an attack with a gun, using the brains of this fallen man to smear a layer of **** decorations on the surrounding environment.

It must be said that the improvement effect brought about by this move is not very obvious.

The floor they were on was covered with excreta a few centimeters deep, but in other places behind the cultists, these filthy objects were piled up or cast into a pile of dirt for a certain purpose. shape.

The boss of the fart was very disgusted with the sight, was quite speechless at the stench around him, and felt a familiar irritability.

They usually pile up their feces, but even if they make it into a hairy image they understand, the monsters made by these shrimps are so ugly--even by the standards of assholes.

He didn't have time to think about the meaning of this ritual. At this time, more undead cultists waved the rusty knives and sharpened bone sticks in their hands, and rushed to attack the ass.

One ear raised the burst pistol, shot a rain of bullets and knocked down one of the guys. The bullets hit the guy's upper body, and then turned to avoid the attack of another cultist. When the knife hit the ground, the guy This fragile weapon in his hand shattered into rusty fragments.

Before Uniear could send him back to his hometown, the strong flash from the adjutant's grenade launcher lit up the entire room, making Uniear feel dazzled just as it usually did in a narrow space.

And that guy took the opportunity to avoid the attack, was at a loss for the moment he grasped the one ear, and pierced the boss of the fart between the two erect ears with the slender metal fragment still in his palm, as if he was going to split him. For two.

But the nimble little killer easily avoided this awkward stab, and drew a dagger backhand and chopped off his arm.

The cultist fell to the ground and screamed in pain, when his adjutant blew up two other cultists.

"Shut your mouth."

One-eared angrily stared at the guy on the ground.

"Smelly shrimp!"

He hit his throat with a kick, kicking his throat bone to pieces, and quieting him completely.

After struggling for a few minutes, the believer lost his life because of breathing difficulties.