Orc Tyrant

With the roar of another explosion, Oliver drove his roaming mech around the crater on the ground, just in time to watch a huge red twin-engine fighter dive down again, pouring toward the place where Dewar was before. A rain of bullets enough to tear its outer armor.

The fighter plane was extremely large, with a wingspan almost the same length as it was, and it was also equipped with a set of terrifying weapons-some of which were recognizable by Oliver, others were mysterious to him.

In his cognition, no matter what kind of modification a weapon of the same type is made, the general appearance will not be too different, and the products manufactured by industrialization are always surprisingly similar.

However, none of these Okker fighters seem to be the same, just like three completely different fighters flying in formation, except for the iconic red and huge and exaggerated engines, they are basically the same.

But this does not affect their lethal power.

Boom~!

Although the footsteps of the knight's mecha were heavy, Oliver didn't think his enemy had noticed his arrival.

He pulled the energy out of the non-essential system and prepared to launch an attack. From this perspective, he could try to predict the opponent's flight path, and then...

Boom boom boom~!

But the fighter that had been pestering him before swooped down again, and Oliver opened fire at the same time as his enemy launched an attack.

The beam he fired almost hit the air, only torn a quick tail fin from his enemy.

The enemy's counter-attack fire hit the roaming mecha's chest, smashing the last defensive shield and tearing his armor.

The molten steel armor plate fell from the shell like a cascade of burning paper, and the screaming siren and frantically flashing warning lights signaled the impending destruction.

"Damn it!"

Death-like pain spread all over his body, and Oliver also screamed, his hands twitched and covered his chest, as if the injury were directly on his body.

Although the roaming mech is not directly connected to the nerves like the Titan, some sensing devices will still affect the driver's body, although it is only phantom pain and has no practical effect.

The mecha shook, and Oliver desperately controlled its movements. He forcibly reversed his consciousness from the phantom pain, which made him feel that his vision had returned to normal-he saw that the enemy was preparing to attack again.

The second fighter is diving down from directly above him!

The exaggerated caliber of the Ouke fighter cannon, coupled with the powerful armor-piercing projectile, made Oliver feel that he was more difficult than dealing with an armored regiment.

Da Da Da~~!

Another rain of bullets shot at him, and Oliver flashed to the side, sinking his shoulders.

But the ultra-high temperature armor-piercing projectile still burned through a corner of his shoulder armor.

He flinched a little, but just now it was just a skin wound. He locked the target with his weapon arm and began to pour a flood of laser fire on his enemies.

That guy didn't dodge this time.

"It's done for you!"

Seeing a series of explosions on the fighter plane, Oliver yelled excitedly.

But he immediately became speechless again, he found that his attack obviously did not cause fatal damage to the enemy at all, or it did not stop flying.

"Boss! Killer!"

"what?"

Uzi, who had just been lifted up to the sky, heard Kimzod's words and turned his head and looked down, and found that a flaming fighter was rushing towards the tin can of dried shrimps like crazy.

That was the killer, his best pilot—it used to be.

"Damn... he's crazy again!"

As if accustomed to this guy's style, Uzi curled his lips, then glanced at the dashboard.

There is no ammunition.

"Head, the spike was hit!"

"Ok?"

Another piece of bad news. Uzi could see that two huge machines in the gunpowder were staggering out, and another Skybreaker was dragging heavy smoke down towards the east. That was his worst pilot— -Spikes.

"The spike seems to be parachuting."

"This idiot! Use him to calibrate the machine gun!"

"No bullets, boss..."

Although there are no professional anti-air weapons, two roaming mechas can weave a dense firepower net, which is enough to intercept any careless daredevil.

In Uzi's eyes, the flying skills of the spike ball are so bad that he can't even understand why he took him with him?

"What about the boss?"

Kimzod's voice cringed.

"What else can I do, the canned dried shrimp is too hard, so remove it first."

"But the overlord's side..."

"Shut up! Anyhow, we kill one."

"One?"

"look."

"Fuck!"

Oliver scolded, his hesitation almost killed him.

Dazzling shells hit him like a torrential rain, and Oliver desperately manipulated his mecha back to avoid enemy fire.

He felt his mecha surrounded by intense heat, a stray bullet grazed the pilot's cockpit, making a harsh crackling sound, and the scenery in front of him was in a trance.

His vision is blurred, but he still dodges left and right while moving backwards to get rid of his enemy's aim.

The rocket fired by the enemy scorched the air around him, but did not hit him. Oliver swiftly avoided the enemy's artillery fire.

The shooting method of that fighter was completely different from what was recorded in the textbook. It didn't seem to be described at all.

In that case, what does it do?

Oliver was shocked when he thought of a terrible harem.

He drove his mech around the enemy plane's shooting path, sweat on his face, and a thin stream of blood dripped from his nose.

"Dewar! Willowa!"

He shouted.

"Where are you?"

The next moment, amidst the loud roar, he saw through the cockpit sensors and saw a huge Oke smiling face approaching. In the broken hatch, a **** green face was opening his mouth. The boss, the boss, seems to be roaring...

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! ! ! !

"Do not!"

In the exclamation of Dewar, the nose of the fighter slammed into the cockpit of the roaming mecha, and the huge fireball that rose up engulfed both of them.

Then the roaming mecha slowly fell amidst the continuous explosion of chaos, even if his comrades had arrived, it was of no avail.

Oliver became the first pilot to die in the Old World.

"The killer died?"

"No, I don't think he hangs up."

After hovering in the sky, Uzidabu decided to return. On the one hand, the ammunition was completely exhausted, and on the other hand, the human fighter had appeared in his sight. He needed to report today's results to Guk.

But he didn't know that Guke didn't care about his results anymore, because everything was already on the line...