Orc Tyrant

17 10th 6:47:46

The whole world shuddered, and a large area was still burning. A rumbling roar resembling heavy artillery came from the city. Every few minutes, a strange triangular aircraft passed by, trailing a bright trail.

The dense smoke darkened the sky, and many bright spots of light were all burning away.

The dust covered the sky and covered the sun. It was the blue-gray dust and ashes that were shaken up by the violent impact. They were suspended in the air and covered all surfaces.

The slight earthquake caused some dust to be scattered. It seeped into the exhaust pipe, went into the sewer, and swayed like light smoke with the breeze.

They are stained with blood.

The blood-stained skins of countless dead were covered by them. They blocked a pool of blood like sawdust and smeared the faces of the corpses, making them look as if they had been groomed by a funeral home.

Wilt was an imperial officer with the rank of major. He marched along a road with a pistol and sword in his hands.

The brown leather boots stirred up the dust. One hundred and thirty-one of his subordinates followed him, and another twelve people were carrying heavy weapons in the rear. It was a new type of water-cooled heavy machine gun.

This area needs to be cleared, and the commander issued an order that the entire street must be completely cleared before the opponent launches a large-scale attack.

There are insurgents hidden everywhere, and Wilt is very cautious, because he knows that some of these so-called "insurgents" are inhuman monsters, and his men cannot deal with such enemies, no matter how many they are.

This is why they still bring heavy weapons. What Wilt fears is not death. They are Imperial soldiers. Executing orders is everything. This is their vow.

What he feared was not death, but he was a veteran, and he knew he still had to stay away from pain as much as possible.

This block is too close to the Second Armory. Its existence makes the defenders in this area restless. The general fears that the rebels will seize more weapons because the first and third armory have fallen.

Wilt stood up alertly, and three people rushed into the open space ahead and fled to the smoldering ruins on the other side.

They are normal humans, which makes him very relieved. They are wearing ragged overalls and they are defenseless.

Raise the gun, take aim, shoot at the person in front, about 70 meters, move the target.

He was shot in the back of the leg, which was just what he wanted. Yes, the man fell to the ground and wailed in pain. He was still alive, just alive.

In addition to clearing this area, his team was also responsible for capturing some prisoners to gather information. The skins of the three people were disgustingly blue-gray, which was obviously a sign of the enemy.

Around him, others raised their guns and aimed.

Both men shot but they missed, and only hit the dust-covered gravel. His adjutant fired a shot and it hit.

The man was thrown down by a headshot and died. Not bad, the traitors deserved to die.

Wilt laughed, and the adjutant responded with a smile, showing a row of white teeth in the dust on his face.

There was another gunshot, but not a rifle, but a deep roar.

Wilt's adjutant exploded, minced meat and black blood splashed all over, and everyone covered in dust was smeared with a vague layer of flesh and blood.

A spine shot onto Wilt, and he immediately blinked the blood in his eyes. He saw the teeth on the ground, the teeth embedded in a jawbone, the teeth that were still smiling at him just a second ago.

The soldiers hurriedly dispersed, and he quickly howled an order.

"Hidden! Hidden!"

A terrible soldier was rushing towards them, and he rushed out of the bunker, like a cyan afterimage.

They opened fire, and many bullets hit the guy, violently hitting the dust-covered blue-gray armor, they slowed his pace, but couldn't stop him.

He has a cyan crystal sword in one hand, and a dagger in the other.

Surrounded by corrupt cyan flames, his eyes were peculiarly gray, and he quickly passed through the rain of bullets.

Wilt saw that he stabbed through Forbes with a sword. The flesh and bones turned into mud in an instant, and then he chopped down Gro. The sword made Gro turn upside down. He whirled and sprayed like a dancer. His blood wore a red cloak, and then fell down.

After witnessing Solko's body being divided by a sword, Wilt's world suddenly turned upside down, and he was knocked to the ground.

The monster did not stop, he was rushing towards the machine gun squad, he knew that was the real threat.

Wilt turned over, spitting out blood and dust, and he bit off a tongue when the guy hit him.

"Kill him! Kill him!"

The heavy machine gun was deployed, the machine gunner was firing, and the other person knelt on the ground holding up the ammunition chain.

The man strode to the stars, not afraid of the oncoming bullet rain.

"Fuck that bastard!"

Wilt saw the bullet from the machine gun hit the bastard's shoulder and threw him out, and he could see blood flying in the air.

He is also **** and will be injured, which is good.

Suddenly, Wilt realized one thing.

The adjutant was killed by some kind of long-range weapon, but that **** only had swords and daggers, he only had swords and daggers, so...

The second person in the gray bust appeared, with an odd-shaped T-shaped pistol in his hand.

He appeared on the roof of a flower shop twenty meters away, more than five meters high, with a run-up.

He flew straight down, sticking his feet out, he had been waiting for the machine gun squad to deploy below him, he was waiting for the machine gun to attack his colleagues.

The newly-appearing guy crashed onto the ammunition box, stood firmly on both feet, and smashed the entire box. The yellow-orange-orange bullets were like glass beads scattered by a urchin, flying around.

He stood firmly and raised his hand, and fired continuously with the pistol within a distance of less than five meters.

boom! boom!

Two bullets, two lives, what he shot was not metal, but some kind of crystal like sharp glass slag.

The first guy also jumped up. In the frantic firepower of the infantry squad, Wilt saw that the close-range shooting of the rifle became as weak as plasticine after passing through the blue-gray flames, directly from his armor. Bounce off badly.

Swords flew again, and arterial blood sprayed on the hot wall.

The second soldier drew the sword on his waist and joined the melee. Within a few seconds, eight of the twelve machine gun crews died.

Wilt yelled, and he yelled so hard, as if he was about to turn out all his internal organs.

"Retreat!!! All retreat!!!"

But it didn't help. A sword penetrated his head from behind his head, blocking his shouting in his throat.

The decayed power quickly dissolved the flesh and blood, and when the hand holding the sword shook it hard to shake off the solidified flesh, the last scream on the battlefield had also ceased.

He was the third Son of Dawn to appear. He walked to the other two. One of them had a huge laceration on his shoulder, which was healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The three nodded at the same time, as if their communication did not require any language, and then walked into the dust storm again.