Orc Tyrant

Oliver sighed, and then drove his mech to the giant green cocoons from the hard orange ground. It was these cocoons that gave birth to terrible beasts. Now he must get rid of these remnants to prevent them from leaving. A new green leather will be born.

"Check if there is any more over there, Willowa."

Dewar ordered.

"When they go out hunting, they usually form a larger group than the one just now."

"Yes, Captain."

The supporter Weilu received it, and then activated his mecha to leave the dead green skins and pass through the gaps between the pointed stakes that surrounded the farm and were linked together.

In order to check the open space behind a huge boulder, Willow climbed up the rocky **** with his mecha.

It is not an easy task to maneuver a huge war machine like a mech through such a rugged surface. As a pilot, Oliver had to secretly admire the driving skills of his comrades.

The roaming mech turned the support bearing on its waist and turned its upper body to Oliver.

Although he could not see his face through the red visor of the cockpit, he could still feel the stern and firm gaze in the soft light projected from the gaps in the nails.

"Watch behind us, don't let anything slip past."

Dewar ordered that his voice became cold and tough again, just like the mecha under his seat.

"Otherwise I will ask you for it."

"Yes, Captain."

Oliver answered.

"Do it right away."

It is said that if a fighter stays with his mech for long enough, they will begin to show certain characteristics of each other.

Oliver has seen most of the pilots in service. It's easy to know which mech they are in after talking to them for a while.

For example, those who drive the towering Titans are arrogant, self-centered pilots.

They often show contempt for those around them.

But Oliver knows that that kind of conceit can be forgiven, because looking down on the entire battlefield from such a height and pouring such awesome destructive power will naturally inflate a human's self-consciousness.

But this is also a necessary protection against the self-consciousness of the Titan Mecha, which has an overwhelming advantage in front of the driver.

Seeing Dewar turned and followed Wayo to take away the ruins of the damaged protective fence, Oliver manipulated his mecha to turn around and walk backwards in a bold move like showing off technology.

The roaming mech is much smaller than the Titan, but its internal mechanical mechanism and driving system seem to be a miracle to many humans today.

A Titan Mech requires a large number of crew members to maintain its system, and it needs to check the AI ​​logic regularly every day. The Rover Mech is a powerful war machine driven by individual soldiers, a perfect combination of flesh and steel.

As a pilot, you must not only have the confidence to use this power, but also humbly understand that although this power is very powerful, he is not invincible.

Oliver strode back toward the reactor while stretching out his detection net to catch any wild greenskins that had escaped from the main group-even though he thought he would find nothing.

Even if he did, how much threat would a few green skins pose?

Usually, the militiamen will inspect the land where green skins have appeared over and over again, and dig up the soil to destroy the biological cocoons.

Most greenskins will die before they are born, but some will survive, although it is an exaggeration to call their destroyed life "alive".

They will spread in groups across the wilderness in all directions, most of which are just trying to perform the tasks for which they were born, although their simple brains cannot figure out that they are no longer under the protection of the ethnic group.

"Such a monster needs to be harvested."

This thought pulled Oliver's thoughts back. He raised his head, and the head of the mecha carrying a large number of sensors also made the exact same movement.

Surrounding the farm is an empty and deserted area, and the strong wind blowing along the northern depression blows dusty clouds. It used to be a fertile soil, but the war repeatedly destroyed it into a no-man’s land.

For this piece of land, Oliver couldn't talk about feelings, but after getting acquainted with the history of the long night, he had a deeper understanding of the unity of mankind.

It is precisely out of this understanding that the Temple links various human nations together with ancient treaties and reciprocal agreements on defense and supply, so as to ensure that different groups with conflicting needs can coexist harmoniously.

But harmony never really existed. Oliver knew that many people here despised them, thinking that they were unbelievers.

The Kaimon Church, such a tool once used to unite mankind, has now become an existence that hinders human progress. Oliver felt that the atmosphere surrounding them was very subtle since he appeared in his mech.

Perhaps in the eyes of some residents of the New California Republic, they are another kind of aggressor?

Many people place their spiritual homes above their physical homes.

It was originally planned that after they arrived, there would be a group of militiamen to clean the battlefield, but now only they are left to do this work, wasting a huge amount of fuel and energy, just because of certain political disputes.

"So why didn't they come here?"

Oliver muttered to himself.

"Because they are busy arguing with their own people."

He waved his thoughts about the increasingly tense situation in the upper part of the temple from his mind, and continued to walk forward, turning the upper body of his car from time to time, and swinging the detector back and forth.

Due to its huge weight, every step his mecha takes, it will trample the pebbles under his feet into dust.

He needs to check every road leading to other directions, and regardless of whether it poses a threat-if any wild greens slip past him, the captain will definitely give him a slap in the face.

He felt the rock cracking under the feet of the war machine, and the perception analog device magnified his physical senses to the scale of a mecha.

The heavy steps shook the earth, and the "sweeping team" that was looking forward to at this time finally arrived-a group of exhausted militias.

Seeing Oliver's arrival, the militiamen immediately bowed their knees to salute him respectfully.

Everyone was very haggard, Oliver immediately forgave their slowness, because everyone was tired, and Guk’s madness was a heavy burden, pressing on everyone’s shoulders. Everyone sighed and just waited. The third day passed quickly.

The rear has formulated a rotation plan. At dawn, the front-line troops will be removed for repairs, and the assembled troops in the rear will replace them to monitor the other side of the river-a large-scale attack has proven impossible.

Oliver also believes that this kind of judgment, the tyrant after breaking his promise, will leave everyone's sight in a short time.

"Ok?"

Suddenly, Oliver blinked when he felt a shock coming back from the detector. It was a brief impression of something moving on the far border.

He focused his attention on the display panel corresponding to that area in the cockpit, and kept zooming in on the image, trying to find out what he found.

"Mechanical blood."

When the detector detected a big guy with a body that was much larger than green skin and was emitting electromagnetic energy like a spider, he couldn't help cursing secretly.

For a very brief moment, it seemed as if countless other signals appeared along with that energy.

Everything is fleeting, and in the blink of an eye, it becomes as if it never existed.

The scene suddenly appeared and then disappeared suddenly, and Oliver became unsure. He didn't know if he really saw anything.

In any case, it is difficult to confirm anything in this area. The heat and radiation leaked from the ground burned by the militia seriously affected the accuracy of the detector.

After ten seconds, the spider-like flash appeared again. This time he was sure he saw something.

Something is there, and it has not reported its identity on any friendly channel.

"Captain, I think I found something."

"Explain that `what" in detail, Oliver. "

Dewar's voice came from the communicator.

"I'm not sure, but it is coming from the east."

"More green skins?"

Willurner asked, his mecha was approaching Oliver.

Oliver bit his lower lip and waited for the sensor signal to be sent back again so that he could report more precise information.

However, the screen used to record the signal sent back by the detector remains unchanged like background radiation.

However, he can be sure that no matter what it is over there, it will not be a simple wild green leather.

"Do not."

He said firmly:

"Something bigger."