Orc Tyrant

Bang Bang Bang~~!

After Brutus opened fire with a pistol, his comrades also opened fire.

At the first moment, in the blink of an eye, time stagnated, as light as a ray of sunlight, and the violently pulsating blood made Guk's reaction speed suddenly accelerated.

Action, response, no distractions.

He observed the bullets spouting out, he observed the white-hot flash of the muzzle almost solidified in the air, and his instantly improved reaction ability pushed him to a new level. He observed the metal warhead walking on a hot trajectory. Fly to him--

Within a breath, the huge white Ouke had already launched an action and turned to avoid it. At the same time, his right hand grabbed the edge of the heavy wooden table where the torture instrument was placed, and violently pulled it, turning it over.

In an extremely small space, the enemy has an absolute advantage in numbers, and no mistake is allowed.

The time flowing slowly is like resin.

The wooden table, which was as heavy as the gate of a drawbridge, began to flip, and suddenly appeared in front of Brutus like a bulldozer, blocking the first batch of bullets.

The warhead exploded, gnawing several large holes in the old and solid hardwood, and smashing two large holes. Flying debris and burning fibers immediately filled the room, and then a table leg spun out.

Behind the bursting tabletop, Gu Ke was leaping to the side, knowing that the bunker would not last for a few seconds.

Bang!

The wooden table completed its flip and hit Brutus and the soldiers next to him, forcing them to take a step back.

The other visitors were all firing, and more than a dozen bullets passed by the overturned Ouke King, annihilating a wall and the torture instrument hanging on it.

More bullets hit the overturned wooden table and the chair beside it, and another one rubbed on the left shoulder armor of Guk, and it detonated.

His armor blocked most of the damage, but the heat of the close explosion still burned his face and neck, and a cluster of shrapnel dotted his profile.

Perhaps because of the nervousness, the marksmanship of these attackers is strangely stinky. This is the only thing Guk is grateful for.

The next second, he touched the ground and continued to roll, but the impact of the bullet interfered with his evasive movements.

Outside the prison, the alarm began to scream, but Gu Ke couldn't help complaining why it was so late?

The shooting started hours ago, even days ago...

No, he realized that it was just the flow of time that had slowed down.

The power did not leave him, it seemed that he was aware that he would encounter this ambush, he didn't know whether to be grateful or complain.

But at this moment, only concentrate!

The space is so small and the situation is terrible, if the guards can react quickly—

But he caught a glimpse of the traitor who stopped at the door-of course someone would guard the exit in such an ambush!

The assassin had knocked down the two guards who were guarding them, with surprised expressions still on their faces, and then fell heavily with the bullet holes on their foreheads.

The traitor slammed the door shut and twisted something.

So they were locked in this solid room, Guk and the eleven assassins.

traitor?

spy?

why?

Guk was still tumbling, the bullets chased him, gnawing large holes in the carpet, fiber and debris flying around.

Large-caliber bullets pierced through the furniture around him, blasting off the seat backs and armrests, and the air was filled with gunpowder, like a cloud of mist.

When is it? Is the real Brutus dead?

Don't think about it!

He warned himself again that it would only disturb the mind and hinder more important things.

The prisoner who was hung on the wall was pierced by several bullets one after another, and died without a hum. His chain was also interrupted by chance and he began to smash down on Guk.

If you wait for death on your stomach, it would be a hell--

Guk turned over and lay on the ground, shifted his weight to his shoulders, pressed his feet against the overturned corpse, and gave a violent kick.

The corpse rose from the ground, its direction of movement suddenly changed, flew out and knocked down three traitors.

If your life is not guaranteed, you must stand and die!

Guk made up his mind to accumulate the strength in his body, even though his guns and hammers, including mechanical claws, were thrown to Okimid for maintenance.

Time is still as slow as glue.

He could see bullets piercing through the air with a meteor-like tail flame.

"Suffer!!!"

Guk rushed to the nearest traitor. He grabbed the guy's right wrist with his left hand and pulled the opponent's arm away, causing the pistol to growl to the ceiling in vain.

The rock fragments enveloped the surroundings like spilled powdered sugar. Guk clenched his iron wrist and dragged the rebellious guard in front of him, using him as a shield to block the oncoming bullets.

Puff puff!

Three bullets hit the guy's lower back and shredded his armor and spine. Guk could feel the impact passing from his hands, and he could also see the armor fragments, flesh and blood residues and scarlet blood splashing around. drop.

He reached out his unarmored right hand and grasped the short knife on the man's belt.

Then he shook his left hand vigorously to the side, throwing the dead body away like a toy. This action pulled the weapon out of his belt for Guk.

In the hands of the giant Ok, the short knife is more like a large dagger.

The sluggish corpse sprinkled with blood and spun out, hitting two killers head-on, causing them to fall to the ground.

Guk turned around and slashed at the forearm of another assassin nearby with his short knife. The guy's pistol rang once, and then fell to the ground, the severed arm still holding it tightly.

He didn't give the opponent time to react, kicked him away severely in his abdomen, and at the same time grabbed the opponent's battle axe with his left hand.

Holding a snatched knife and axe in each hand, Guke suddenly deflected his head, avoiding a bullet that swept across his cheek like an angry bee.

He turned around and buried the blade of the battle axe in the head of a traitor.

The helmet was divided into two, and so was the skull. Guk saw grinning teeth in the crimson jaw and a missing eyeball.

Three fell and two died.

But Guk is standing upright in the room, so the goal is more obvious.

No matter whether the pace of time is as slow as a glacier, the narrow space is still a problem, no matter how bad marksmanship is, it will find a target in this place.

"Yeah!"

Guk hit his first shot sturdily: a bullet hit his shoulder, he felt his armor cracked under heavy pressure, felt the hammer-like impact, felt the heat as the shrapnel penetrated the flesh and blood. Painful.

The second round followed, the waist, followed by the third round, the right hip.

With dizzying pain and shock, he struggled to maintain his balance, blood was pouring in his mouth, and he saw his blood flow down the scorched silver-white leg armor.

Another bullet exploded on his left side, causing him to slam into another huge stone table, where he placed his personal belongings.

He was forced to drop his short knife to stabilize his body.

The spoils were scattered all over the table, and Guk succeeded in turning over the table, letting the next wave of bullets hit the table instead of himself.

The polished stone slab suddenly fell apart like glass.

"Waaaaaaaaaaaagh!!!"

Guk roared and rushed out of the table, avoiding a bullet that was blasted, and swung his battle axe at the gunman.

He could feel the shock turning into a tremor and passing along the cutting edge. The opponent lifted up from the ground, his head tilted back, his arms raised, as if he was being strangled by the throat when he was immersed in the charge.

A small piece of silver metal flew horizontally, and the battle axe passed over the top of the soldier's helmet, cutting off a piece.

Blood poured out from the perfect round hole in the helmet, and the scalp, skull and exposed brain tissue formed a set of concentric circles.

In the blink of an eye, he crashed to the ground.

Guk tried to grab the man's gun, but another bullet hit him in the chest, blasting him back to the table.

They were swarming up. The enemies who were only knocked down by him had already stood up. He fumbled for the missing knives on the table, but could not find it, but found a head poured with metal-that belonged to another leader of the rebels. .

He threw it away without even thinking about it.