Gods: The Swarm

Faced with these little men who flexibly climbed on their backs, the killer's fighting instinct allowed them to respond quickly.

They raised their forelimbs high and stood upright, wildly waving two pairs of huge scythes, and the scythe blades equipped with high-frequency oscillations made a violent buzzing sound.

Cutting the orcs who were leaping in mid-air into pieces that filled the sky with nowhere to rely on.

In order to get rid of the enemy that was already clinging to the head armor and back, the killer would lie down directly on the ground and roll around crazily.

Or even use the momentum to hit the ground with his head armor, and the huge body will roll forward with the inertia, directly crushing the flea-like enemy into a pulp.

A large number of Woma orcs who could not react died tragically on the spot instantly.

But more orc warriors jumped behind the killer, but they were like maggots on the tarsal bones, unable to get rid of them at all.

They latched onto the killer's scales with their sharp claws, swung their battle axes and slashed wildly at the giant beast at their feet.

The sharp ax blade, which is half a meter wide, is wrapped in a layer of blood-colored glow. Under the huge force, it can easily split the killer's alloy armor and blood-colored scales like tofu.

In just a short moment, the giant ax that danced out the afterimage struck several times.

The huge wound was splashing with hot blood, and the bones were already visible.

Even if the Woma Orcs didn't jump onto the killer, they were still wandering around these violent behemoths.

Although these Orcs were still completely violent and still surrounded by blood mist, their body functions had not increased significantly.

But they also maintain a calmer mind and a clearer sense of fighting.

Relying on the strong defense of the blood mist and their own flexibility, as long as they see the opportunity, they will immediately approach and launch an attack.

Hesseman looked at the stalemate on the ground battlefield and felt irritated.

Without a numerical advantage, the killer group can continue to struggle with these Orcs for a short period of time, but as long as the opponent does not collapse, the killers will eventually be killed.

Heseman, who had never fought such a searching war, his brain was running at high speed, hoping to find a countermeasure as soon as possible.

Just when he was about to deploy some Thunder Dragons to provide aerial firepower support for the Killer Cluster.

The entrance to the passage that was caught on fire by the lightning flash was at the entrance. At this time, there was new movement.

A large number of giant black shadows continued to swarm out from the invasion channel, and then were washed away by violent thunder like a waterfall, and melted in an instant.

Hesseman could clearly see the appearance of these black figures at a glance. They were all giant skoog beasts with magic patterns etched on their bodies.

Hesseman couldn't help but shrink his pupils when he saw that the soldiers were killed instantly as soon as they came out of the passage, but they showed no signs of stopping.

"What do you want to do?"

Before he could figure out the opponent's plan, in just a few seconds, more than a thousand giant skoog beasts had been killed instantly.

The area that invaded the entrance of the passage also changed after the death of a large number of giant beasts.

"This 놆......"

With the sharp sight of the Thunder Dragon and the scorching light erupting from the thunder waterfall, Herseman could clearly see the fallen corpses, and a large amount of blood mist evaporated.

The blood mist is constantly filling the air, constantly weakening the power of thunder and lightning. Although it is still unable to withstand the concentrated fire of the thunder flying dragon, it will quickly regroup after being scattered.

As the corpse of the Scrooge beast climbed higher and higher, the concentration of the blood mist also continued to increase.

This gave Herseman a vague premonition.

Just before he could figure out how to respond, the thick blood mist seemed to come alive and suddenly shrank into a blood cell.

Then it expanded rapidly in the blink of an eye, like a huge curtain held up, blocking all the violent thunder pouring down.

At the same time, a bolt of bloody lightning shot out from the entrance of the passage and instantly rushed out of the lightning flash fire area.

"Lord 놇껗!"

Hesseman was horrified as he looked at the figure rising into the sky and speeding toward the thunder dragon cluster.

Heroic Orc Orc!

"All Thunder Dragons, change the target and kill him!"

Without thinking too much, Herseman immediately went to the wartime command network and issued an order to change the fire focus target.

The panic and impatience contained in his tyrannical mental power also infected the brainworm commander under his command.

The Thunder Flying Dragon suddenly changed its attack target and blasted countless lightning flashes towards the heroic figure that was speeding towards it.

The dazzling blue light and the blood-colored thick fog consumed each other. The Orc orc hero relied on the thick blood fog condensed around his body to withstand the bombardment of countless thunders and crashed into the insect cloud.

"Bah..."

There was a sound like a sharp blade cutting through cloth, and a bloody blade light hundreds of meters long swept across the insect cloud in the sky.

Large pieces of severed limbs and remains were sprinkled from high in the sky along with blood rain.

As the sword light condensed from the blood mist danced faster and faster, the afterimages it brought up seemed to turn into violent bloody tornadoes.

Wherever it passed, the cloud of insects was swept away.

The warm sunlight that had been firmly blocked once again fell from the sky to the world, constantly dispelling the shadows covering the earth, and shining on the killers and Orcs in the battlefield.

"Air Combat Brigade, disperse..."

Before Herseman could finish his words, the neck of his parasitic vehicle, the Thunder Dragon, had been scratched by a streak of bloody sword light, completely losing the spiritual connection with him.

Hesseman, who instantly felt weightless, knew that he was falling rapidly, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of fear in his heart.

"All air combat brigades, disperse and retreat!"

"The killer will stay behind."

"Mendel, the command is up to you!"

Forcibly suppressing his inner fear, Heseman followed the temporary regulations of the legion commander and hurriedly issued the last order, then completely disconnected the mental bridge with the wartime command network.

Then, he quickly connected to his own reserve host and ordered them to lower their altitude and move closer to him.

The strong desire to survive made Heseman gather the materialized mental power protection capsule inside the body of the Thunder Dragon frantically, wrapping himself up completely.

All the brainworm commanders here have spontaneously practiced countless air crash self-rescue measures.

Heseman was in the soft cavity of the Thunder Dragon, and even if he fell to the ground, there was a high probability that he would survive.