Orc Tyrant

He looked at the precise chronograph on his wrist, and it was not before noon, and the air was hot and sticky.

Kun Yang, a soldier of the 15th Militia Regiment of Dunwich, loosened the belt buckle of his rifle, wiped the sweat from his eyes, and then pierced the sharp pointed end of the iron bar into the rusty door lock in.

He hesitated, so he glanced at the captain Hecht behind him.

The officer was nervous, he had his gun in his hand, the **** of the gun firmly under his arm, ready to fire at any time.

His face was covered with sweat, not just because of the hot weather.

"What are you waiting for?"

He lowered his voice and said harshly.

Kunyang shrugged, honestly, he didn't know.

He didn't know anything except what Hecht had said to him and the other people in Erlian that morning-rolled to the pump station outside the western suburbs and figured out why the sentry there hadn't reported for three days.

The soldier gently shook the iron bar used to pry the door until it hit the device in the latch, and then he began to turn the gear.

So, the door started to be opened slowly by hand.

Down the low corridor, behind him and the captain, six other men from the second company clung to the wall, their guns in their hands were already ready.

This is really the worst task, Kunyang thought while turning his gadget.

Especially when you blindly open these doors without knowing what is waiting for you on the other side.

But, **** it, they are soldiers-they must obey orders.

Especially at this tense time.

Rather than going to the front line to fight with Ouke, he would rather do some light work. It is said that the front line has become hell. If a division goes up, there is only one regiment left after half a day.

They arrived at the pumping station early in the morning, ready to check.

This is a combination of farms and military depots, watering the entire farmland and feeding more than a dozen farms.

The sun hangs low, the sun is cold, and there is no sign of life. Even the waterbirds that Kunyang had seen everywhere have disappeared.

After they entered inside, they couldn't receive any response to their calls and communications, and it was deadly hot and humid, as if someone had adjusted the environment to the "tropical" block.

The door latch clicked, and the soldier kicked the door inward, and then immediately drew aside so that the captain could slide in, and raised the gun to take aim.

Unfolding before their eyes is a workshop for cultivating a certain hydroponic crop. There is a towering glass roof, and metal pillars are slowly rusting in the steam-filled air.

Samples of various crops are placed in labeled jars, and plates and boxes are stacked everywhere.

The walkway between the boxes is made up of blocks of metal grids, and drops of water condensed from thick moisture drip from the transparent window glass at high places from time to time.

The soldiers fanned into the greenhouse, sweat soaking their uniforms.

"What's this?"

Private Nair suddenly called out, Kunyang walked to his side, and the captain rushed over.

Nair retched, and pointed at a shelf full of planting plates placed under several fluorescent lamps.

"Isn't this TM a spore of Oak!? What are these silly O doing here!"

After a glance, the captain suddenly cursed.

The things in the planting tray looked like rotting globular mold-plump, swollen, and about the size of a human head.

They are also beating irregularly like a pulse.

None of this group of soldiers has received advanced biology education, and none of them are scholars so much that they are familiar with the native plants here, but all of them know that something is wrong.

"It's like my grandma cooking cabbage, I mean since her eyes don't work well, she often—"

"Do you think this stuff is edible? Ok's."

"That's not good... I heard that they seem to be plants, maybe they can be eaten by plants? I haven't eaten them. It is said that people like Green Devil have eaten them."

"So they all look like Oak, I don't like being with them, it smells weird."

The soldiers talked a lot, but the only officer present had an ugly face. This matter exceeded his understanding.

"Burn it, bring a flamethrower here and burn them all."

The captain looked away from these disgusting crops.

Kunyang was preparing to execute the order, but suddenly, they heard the sound of rifle firing.

It's very close here, about two or three buildings away.

First there were six short and frantic explosions, and then a long burst of several guns firing together and returning fire.

"Sir! This...it...has..."

Erlian's internal communications began to crackle at the same time, and a series of puzzling and deafening cries and howls came from it.

The platoon immediately turned around and ran towards the sound source, with the captain running at the forefront.

Obviously, the second row responsible for scouting them to the left is now in trouble.

Soon, the captain and his men broke into the last room in the second row.

This is a garage. Several agricultural vehicles with huge wheels are parked here. The air is full of smoke released by weapons.

There were two dead bodies lying down on the floor, both of whom were in the second row. Both looked like they were mutilated and killed by an industrial crop harvester.

A line slowly moved forward in the dim, trembling all over looking for the target.

In a few seconds, Kunyang found the headless body of another soldier in the second row, leaning against the wheel cover of one of the farm tractors.

The soldier raised his eyes from the corpse in disgust, and found that the tractor was tied to a large flatbed truck with some kind of huge and weird chain.

Condensed in the mud, the thing really looked like a certain type of ship.

But it's a bit small, at best it can only be used by a single-handed boat, and it makes people feel disgusting at first glance.

Because it was wrapped in a layer of mud, its goods looked like some kind of viscera, fleshy, like a silkworm cocoon, of the same kind as those he had seen in the greenhouse, but much larger Times.

Did the sentry here find it on the farm and drag it back to study it?

"No! Holy Father! This is—"

Suddenly a cry came from behind him, and the gunshots suddenly burst.

Kun Yang turned around abruptly, just to see the torn body of a comrade in arms flying through the room with blood gushing out.

The semi-automatic rifle roared with flashes of light.

Something was moving with terrifying swiftness in the darkness—something with claws.

In the blink of an eye, it cut the captain's waist, his body split into two, but he was still firing.

It was coming towards himself now, and he immediately roared and started shooting.

This is green--