Doomsday Totem

Chapter 586: Worm Witch
At the same time that the iron slag crushed the scout bees, in an Elta camp more than ten kilometers away, in a colorful tent, a tall wizard wearing colorful rags suddenly lifted Start, looking at the row of wooden frames in front of you.

There were oil lamps on the shelf, with small flames burning.Looking carefully, one of them went out.The wizard frowned, picked up the map beside him, looked at it for a while, and then drew a circle with a pen.Then strode out of the tent, walked towards the middle of the camp, and shouted: "Too fierce, too fierce!"

Translated into the common language of Yincheng, too fierce means "big prey".Those who can find and kill the "six-eyed worm" are worthy of their shot.

Hearing his shout, the brawny men with copper-colored skin and purple pupils, more than three meters high, rushed out of their respective tents with flying spears in their hands, and gathered towards the wizard.Most of them were wearing leather short-sleeved shirts, their arms were muscular, their veins were protruding, and they were shiny with oil.

"Saraximu!" ​​The wizard stood in the middle of the camp, holding up the map in his hand.Sara means "kill you" or "kill him", while Ximu is a modal particle, which is similar to human "ah" and "ah".

In less than 2 minutes, hundreds of strong men lined up in three rows.Immediately afterwards, the wizard announced the direction, angle and strength as if talking to himself.

"Sara!" The strong men roared in unison, holding spears in their right hands, taking a step forward with their left foot, bending their right foot downwards, and leaning back at the same time, making a gesture of throwing spears.I saw strips of liquid-like azure blue brilliance flowing out of the grip, flowing rapidly along the lines on the spear body, and quickly lighting up the entire flying spear.

In the next second, they turned around and twisted their waists at the same time, raised their chests and kicked their legs, and with a roar of "drinking", they threw flying spears with all their strength.In an instant, streaks of blue light shot straight into the sky.With the blessing of psychic power, Thunder Spear can fly fifteen kilometers at most. Although it is far from human howitzers, it is still enough.

A few seconds later, Iron Slag, who was searching by the river, suddenly felt cold, ran to the Styx River without hesitation, and jumped.

"Boom boom boom boom boom!"

As soon as he jumped down, there was a flash of blue light behind him, as if the whole world was shaking.The snow is like a mountain peak rising from the ground in an instant, rushing into the air, and then falling straight down like a waterfall.If someone saw it at this moment, they would definitely be stunned by this devastating scene.

The power of the thunder spear volley is ten times that of the same number of howitzers. Even the holy rank powerhouses dare not easily resist it.

The iron slag fell into the water and sank rapidly.Calmly, he ignited the power furnace, and at the moment of peak operation, activated the fuel injectors.

High-pressure oxygen and fuel are injected into the combustion chamber at the same time, mixing together.The spark plug arc flashed, detonating the gas.

"Hey!" Only a loud noise was heard, and the iron slag broke through the water and flew to the other side of the river.If he had hesitated just now, he would have been blown half to death.If he didn't find the scout bees, he might be fine. After all, there's no need to use thunder spear volleys to deal with ordinary scouts.

But these six-eyed worms are extremely human, sensitive, and protective, so it is impossible for ordinary investigators to catch them.Iron Slag has keen eyesight, and the power armor is specially made, so he was able to detect it.The wizard is grasping this point before launching a thunder spear attack, otherwise, even if he sees it, he will only pay attention.

When Iron Slag returned to the camp, more than half of the fuel had been consumed. After the logistics staff filled up the fuel, they flew to the management center of the mercenary group.

The officer wearing glasses who had done the formalities for the Black Pig King received him.

"Is there any work I can take on?" Iron Slag lifted his power armor helmet and asked while wearing big sunglasses.Although some people can identify him by his voice, it is a minority after all.And using a voice changer will alert others.Many mercenaries have injuries on their faces, or they don't want others to see their expressions, so it is very common to wear sunglasses.But using a voice changer is very rare.Others will think that if you want to hide your voice, you have committed some serious crime in all likelihood.

If it doesn't work, he can pretend to be dumb, and he is not as ostentatious as using a voice changer.

"Sir, the battle has not started yet, and there are no missions for the time being." The officer wearing glasses explained.

"Maybe there are some tasks?" Tie Slag asked again.

"Small tasks include area reconnaissance, protection engineers building or repairing communication base stations, protecting transport teams, etc. Medium-sized tasks include removing firepower points and camps, etc. Large-scale tasks include..."

"Hey, who is in charge here?" The glasses officer was explaining, when a man opened the curtain and walked in, interrupting him.The man was in his early thirties, of medium build, and was wearing second-generation psionic power armor.Judging from the outline of his face, he should be from the Far East.

"I am." The spectacled officer replied, with a trace of displeasure flashing across his brows.

The man stepped forward, threw a stack of documents on the table, and said, "Our Red Tiger Army is here to report."

"Wait a moment, please," said the officer with glasses.

"Why don't you just stamp it, there's nothing to wait for." The man frowned and urged, "Hurry up, brothers are waiting outside."

"Sir, we need to review the materials, please wait patiently." The officer with glasses said patiently.

The man snorted coldly and urged again, "Hurry up, my time is precious."

The officer with glasses glanced at him, sat down, and was about to pick up the file, but was held down by a hand.

"Friend, you haven't finished answering my question yet." Tie Slag said flatly.

"Ah..." The officer with glasses looked at Tie Slag and then at the man, showing some hesitation.

During the stalemate, the man gradually revealed a sinister face, secretly activated his spiritual energy, took a step forward, and slammed into the iron slag.When he first came in, he noticed that the other party was wearing mechanical power armor.Since he is not a psyker, he must not be a nobleman of Silver City, so there is nothing to worry about.Furthermore, since the operation of the mechanical power armor requires fuel, it is impossible to keep it activated in a non-combat state.Under his collision, the opponent was completely unable to guard against, at least he would suffer some hidden injuries.

"Bang!" But there was a muffled sound, and the man seemed to hit a steel wall, and retreated several steps in succession, the blood in his chest surged, and he almost couldn't stand still.

"You... who are you!" the man asked sharply, clutching his chest, staring at Tie Slag viciously.

Iron Slag didn't answer, and with a "bang", the floor was smashed, and an iron mountain leaned against it!
The opponent was vicious and wanted to take advantage of his unpreparedness and cause concussion injuries.He has a keen mind and naturally sees through it at a glance, so he is merciless in his actions.With his profound and brilliant ancient martial arts, he concentrated his whole body's strength on his right shoulder, hitting the opponent's chest like a broken bamboo.

The man suddenly smashed through the tent like a cannonball and flew out backwards.Immediately there was a series of bang bang dangdang sounds, and it was unknown how many things were knocked over.

Seeing the sudden change in front of him, the officer with glasses widened his eyes and was dumbfounded.Iron Slag patted him on the shoulder lightly, motioning for him to continue.

"This..." the officer hesitated for a while, and said, "They are acting so aggressively, maybe there is someone behind them, you should leave quickly."

"It's okay, you can continue talking." Tie Slag said indifferently.

"Okay... okay..." The officer sighed, and then gave a detailed explanation of the possible missions and other details that might be related to the mercenary group.

After understanding the situation, Tie Slag walked out of the tent, and the seven or eight Power Armor fighters waiting outside immediately surrounded him.

"Who are you, why did you hurt my brother!" A man pointed at him and asked loudly, and the other soldiers also glared at him.

Iron Slag didn't say a word, just took a picture of the power armor helmet, and ignited the power furnace.In many cases, words are not as real as fists.If it was an ordinary person just now, he might have been injured.This group of people obviously can't be solved by their mouths.Only by convincing them can we reason properly.

Seeing that Tie Slag had entered the state of preparation for battle, the leading man turned pale with fright, and hurriedly backed away, as if he hadn't expected him to be so strong, and he was about to attack without saying a word.

Following the man's movements, the rest of the power armor fighters scattered backwards in unison.Iron Slag didn't move at all, twisted his neck, crossed his hands in front of his chest, and looked like he was waiting for them to make a move first.

"Stop!" At this moment, a loud shout suddenly came from the side.Following the sound, I saw an officer leading two groups of soldiers approaching aggressively.

"Sir, this person injured our people for no reason, and now he wants to make trouble." Before the officer arrived, the man complained first.

"Who are you!" After coming over, the officer put on a straight face, pointing at the iron slag without asking questions, and yelling, "Why are you making trouble here? Do you know where this is?"

Tie Slag didn't answer, just looked at the officer quietly.The opponent's shoulder badges showed the rank of major, and his position was at least the squadron leader of the garrison.

"Mercenary, I'm talking to you, do you hear me?" The squadron leader narrowed his eyes and asked in a deep voice.

"What's the matter?" Tie Slag asked lightly.

"You hurt people for no reason and violated the regulations on public security management during wartime. Come with me." The squadron leader said.

"What if I don't go?" Tie Slag narrowed his eyes and asked.The other party is obviously helping the Red Tiger Legion, and it is meaningless to reason with them.In the face of this situation, either be subdued, or be stronger.

"Mercenary, don't stay here if you want to die." The squadron leader said with a fierce look in his eyes.

"It's up to you?" Tie Slag laughed, then changed his tone, and said viciously, "Believe it or not, I'll kill you right now!" Tie Slag raised a finger, "I promise, I won't compare you It is more difficult to kill an ant."

The squadron leader immediately turned pale and broke out in cold sweat.The other party was wearing power armor, and he was only a body of flesh and blood. It was really not difficult to kill him.However, he had experienced many storms, and quickly calmed down, realizing that the other party was just bluffing.If you really want to do this, not only will the opponent die, but the entire team will also be affected.Thinking of this, he regained his momentum and shouted, "How dare you!"

"Really want to try?" Tie Slag clenched his fists and asked casually.

(End of this chapter)