Orc Tyrant

Amidst the roars, the world trembled.

At the other end of the Po River, Oak’s artillery bombardment is devastating the land on the west bank of the Po River. Even hundreds of miles away, the resulting slight earthquakes and pressure fluctuations can be felt.

Here, Numiwis, one of the satellite cities of Dunwich, a large area is still burning.

The roar of heavy artillery came from the edge of the city, and every few minutes, a flying formation of Ouke or humans passed overhead, dragging a bright trail.

The thick smoke darkened the sky.

The dust also covered the sky and the sun, it was the yellow dust and ashes that was shaken up by the violent impact.

They are suspended in the air, covering all surfaces, infiltrating the exhaust pipe, digging into the sewer, and swaying like light smoke with the breeze.

The blood-stained faces and uniforms of countless dead were covered in dust, making them look as if they had been groomed by a funeral home.

Mel is the captain of the eleventh hunting team of the Citizens Temple. He is walking along a road with an electromagnetic rifle in his hand and brown leather boots stirring up the dust.

Eight men followed him, another twelve men and heavy weapons lined up behind him, and an armored vehicle with a rapid-fire gun.

The front line urgently needed support, and the commander issued an order.

Before midnight, they must reach the front and go into battle.

However, due to the collapse of the defense line on the east bank of the Po River, Ouke may be hidden everywhere.

Mel is very cautious, because he knows that he has only a few troops on hand, and the squad that has just experienced a fierce battle cannot deal with too many enemies, no matter how bad the opponent's state is.

This is why they also have heavy weapons and vehicles to support them.

The whole battle was like an avalanche from the beginning.

There were breakthroughs everywhere, reinforcements were needed everywhere, and an entire wing was broken up to fill the front.

Mel has a lot of criticism about this. In his opinion, the more it is, the more it is necessary to concentrate and invest in more critical areas, rather than this kind of rain and dew, and mediocre tactical distribution.

A single hunting squad cannot reverse the entire battle, but the combined squad will have the opportunity to eliminate the more valuable targets.

For example, a certain warlord, or even Guk.

What Mel fears is not death, they are all warriors, and it is their vow to save the civilization of mankind.

But he is a veteran, and he knows that there are not many days when he can continue to fight.

Due to the loss of too much genetic modification technology, the fighters of the Citizen Temple must use a large amount of combat potions before fighting in order to exert the full power of the exoskeleton armor.

But those medicaments will also seriously deplete their lifespan.

"Stop! Meet the enemy!"

Hearing the movement, Mel stood up alertly. He saw three sturdy figures rushing into the open space ahead and fleeing to the smoldering ruins on the other side.

They were just plain green leather in a ragged jacket, which made Mel very pleased.

It's better to encounter these than to encounter a big guy in heavy armor.

Mel raised his gun, took aim, and shot at the person in front.

Seventy-five meters, move the target.

The electric light flickered, and the target was shot behind the leg, just as he wanted.

The green skin fell to the ground and wailed in pain.

Around him, others raised their guns and aimed.

Two men fired but missed, only to hit the dust-covered gravel, his deputy fired a shot and it hit.

The green skin was knocked down with a headshot.

It's not bad to die.

"This group of rookies' marksmanship is not good enough. After closing the team, everyone has to practice shooting at least three boys."

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

Bang~!

Another gunshot sounded, but not an electromagnetic rifle, but a deep roar.

The deputy exploded, minced meat and black blood splashed around, and the dusty people were smeared with a layer of fuzzy flesh and blood.

A spine shot onto Mel, he blinked the blood in his eyes, and then 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 hunting squad hurriedly dispersed, and Mel immediately howled an order.

"Hidden! Hidden!"

A monster was rushing towards them, rushing out from behind a shelter, like a black afterimage.

That **** is so big-this is Mel's first feeling.

They opened fire.

The scorching rays of the electromagnetic rifle hit the monster, violently hitting the dust-covered black skin.

They slowed its pace, but failed to stop it.

The monster's skin rippled like a stone thrown into the water with the hit of the electromagnetic rifle, and then quickly gathered and formed, and the color changed from the original obsidian color to a nauseating dark green.

It was hard for Mel to believe that it was an Ouke who attacked them!

Its one hand changed into a half-meter-long claw, and the other hand became a machete.

It made a strange laugh like a night owl, stabbed one soldier with a knife in the momentum of thunder, and then chopped down another.

That one caused the hapless soldier to turn over, swirling like a dancer, spraying blood like a red cloak, and then falling down.

"brute!"

Mel wanted to stand, but with a flower in front of him, his world suddenly turned upside down.

After knocking over Mel who was blocking the road, Oak, who was dazzling with a dazzling halo, didn't stop.

He was rushing towards the armored car, knowing that was the real threat.

"Damn—"

Mel rolled over, spitting out blood and dust, and he bit off a tongue when Oak hit him.

"Kill him! Kill him!"

The soldiers from the rear team hurriedly responded. Some of them knelt on the ground to help with aiming, while others were preparing to throw grenades.

The Ouke strode meteor, he waved his claws.

Mel whispered an idiot secretly.

The rapid-fire cannon will kill him soon! Break this **** into pieces!

But why the **** doesn't it fire?

After discovering that the armored car had not been moving, Mel realized the cunningness of that strange Ok-that's why he plunged into the crowd.

If the rapid-fire gun fired, other people would be accidentally injured.

They can't be as cold-blooded and ruthless as Ouke. Shooting comrades is a heavy burden for any soldier. If it were Ouke, they might have opened fire a long time ago.

Mel realized that perhaps it wasn't the cutting-edge weapon that defeated them, it was just the most indifferent and cruel malice.

The boundless malice from deep space.

In the blink of an eye, it had already killed the blood. That **** was so fast.

A guy that's so big shouldn't be able to run like that--

Mel suddenly thought of something.

The deputy was shot, but the Ok looks naked, let alone a gun.

He doesn’t have a gun, so—

Bang~!

The second green leather in a leather jacket appeared, with an amazing-caliber gun in his hand.

He appeared behind a rock twenty meters away, with a run-up, and then flew straight down, sticking out his feet.

He has been waiting for the armored vehicle to pass near him, and he is waiting for the vehicle to go against his fellow mine.

The newly-appearing guy crashed on the back cover of the armored vehicle, stood firmly on both feet, letting the armor sink.

The loud noise when he fell was like a grenade exploding, and the violent impact made the several-ton vehicle bump.

After standing firmly on his heels, Oak leaned down, smashed the hatch cover with a punch, and fired with a gun across the top of the cockpit.

Boom~ boom~

Two bullets, two lives.

The first green skin rushed back and plunged into the frantic firepower of the small arms of the team.

Claws and blades flew again, arterial blood sprayed on the side of the armor, and the naked Oak swung his claws like a club and knocked a soldier out of his boots.

The second Oker jumped off the roof of the armored car and joined the melee.

He put away the gun, as if to save bullets, and entered with a combat knife.

Within a few seconds, eight out of twelve died.

"Retreat! Retreat!"

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