Chapter 1120: Tyre Incident (4)

You see it now. "
In the deliberations hall of the Sun Palace, Grak clapped his hands, and a large number of crying men and women were escorted into the hall from the gate. When they saw them, Beiruf's eyes twitched.
These people are all human lords that he encloses.
Grak turned and pointed to the rising mushroom cloud outside the door, and said to the lords gathered here.
"This is the war, this is the cruelty and death, this is what you turn around and do not want to look directly at."
In front of this horrible holocaust, weeping men, women and women help each other, unable to understand the scale of this extinction.
"You are too weak, but too stupid. Maybe the same idiot will protect you before, but things have changed, and your betrayal has been known to me."
Grak continued, at this time the Oaks around the hall closed an iron door tightly and stood at the door, with a huge machine gun across his chest.
At this time, the hall was basically controlled by the Goff Corps, and Beiruf was trying to think about how to communicate with his subordinates outside.
He glanced at Carmel, and the other nodded immediately.
"Time to tolerate you is over."
Grak said that his thunderous voice was full of power.
"Until now, now, I want to return here to the right path, and really implement the meaning of the boss, instead of playing with each other with Xiami."
Surprised exclamations and wailing as Grak's words echoed in the room, he enjoyed the sense of freedom brought by saying them aloud.
The time for the need for concealment and deceit has passed, and now he can expose his huge plan, discard his false mask, and show his true purpose.
This is his character.
"You can wailing because Xiami cannot understand how great the boss' plan is."
Grak laughed, tasting the expression of fear that quickly spread in the conference room.
No speaker can play the audience so perfectly between applause.
"Unfortunately, the boss's plan does not have a place like your shrimps. We are about to embark on a journey and start a waaagh that has never been seen before. This road cannot be affected by rebels."
Grak said with a smile.
This is a smile of the executioner.
"Kill them."
He waved his arm violently.
"all."
With Grak's order, the hot bullet of the machine gun cut into the crowd, and the flesh shattered in the blood-spraying explosion.
Hundreds of people were killed in the first volley, and then the executioners approached the crowd, and the screaming people tried to escape.
But they have nowhere to escape.
The machine gun spouted its tongue, and the roaring chainsaw battle axe rose and fell, drawing a arc in the air.
The killing ended in less than a minute, and Beirut remained silent during the process, even though the human lords and their families kept asking for help.
Later, Grak turned around in front of the scene of the massacre and watched Tyrero's final dying convulsion.
At this moment, a majestic figure suddenly emerged from the shadow, and Love kept watching the lords being killed.
"head."
Love who came to Grak bowed and said.
"came back?"
"Yes."
Grak nodded and looked at Beiruf. The other party was now protected by his only bosses. Although the situation was unfavorable, the momentum did not fall, and he still looked down at him with a sullen look.
This made the senior warlord feel uncomfortable. He took a step forward and said loudly:
"Belf, you have been standing so high, don't you feel dizzy."
"Grak, what the are you doing."
Beruf disregarded the dissuasion of the leaders around him, and insisted on walking down the platform, because he desperately wanted to know what happened tonight, everything was out of his control, which made him feel like lying on the operating table of the mad doctor Fair.
Facing his questioning, Grak spread his hands, looked at the hall where the corpses were all around, and smiled:
"I have said that I must solve the trouble."
"What trouble? I can solve it myself! Don't forget that I am a beast! It is the boss who appointed himself—"
"You are not now."
Grak said succinctly.
"Kill all your birds."
"What are you talking about?"
"I don't have the habit of repeating my orders, Belluf."
Grake pointed to Carmel on the high platform.
"Now my order is to kill the birds, they are all traitors."
Beirut was stunned, as if there were not enough deaths in the city of Tyre, and now they were going to fire on the Hawks and attack their allies.
"It makes no sense."
"It doesn't need to make sense!"
Grak shouted, his patience was finally exhausted.
"Observe my orders! I am now a beast!"
He pointed at Carmel, who was pale, and shouted:
"Don't you understand the difficulty! Why can these dried shrimps secretly do so many things under your eyelids!? Why their time is so accurate, why do you know nothing?"
Then Grak dragged the Love around him.
"Tell this idiot, what were you doing before."
Love then briefly described his actions along the way.
"...Finally, we found the tunnel and walked into a big house, which is next door."
What Love said shocked Beiruf. He did not know that there was such a secret passage in the place where he lived, and this secret passage connected the largest cult den in the city.
There are not many people who can do all this in Tyre.
Maybe……
Suddenly, Beiruf noticed Quel'Sana not far away, and the truth suddenly appeared in front of him, as if Mao had sent him a light of truth.
"This is your conspiracy, right?"
He yelled at smiling Quel'Sana and Dalia who looked nervous.
"You must frame me in front of the boss!"
At this time, Grak saw his hand reach the holster around his waist.
The Governance Warlord did not give the opponent the opportunity to get started, and quickly pulled out his pistol.
The two pulled out their weapons at the same time and opened fire on the other.
The two soldiers charged at each other with a loud gunshot.
Love walked back calmly, watching Bellov's bullets fall off pieces of Graco's armor, but before he could continue firing, the Red Devils had rushed in front of him.
Grak punched in Beiruf's chest, but the Blood Axe warlord withstood the blow, slashing his knife at the opponent's head.
The Red Devil ducked away from this powerful swing, but the blade still penetrated his shoulder armor.
Blood burst out of the wound briefly, and Graak tumbled to avoid the subsequent blow, and immediately pulled out his combat knives, the weapon was the size of an ordinary man's long sword.
In this close combat, the short weapon has an advantage over his tomahawk.
"You are all traitors!"
Bellow, who snarled more than once, leaped towards him, and the Blade cut a deep scar on Grak's side.
More blood poured out of the Goff warlord, but Love could see that he had been restraining.
Another deadly attack waved towards Grak's head, but this time the short knife met another short knife in a fiery spark.
Grak resumed his operation, thrusting his blade into the crack of Beirug's shroud.
Beirut stumbled back, and Grak stood up, but didn't rush up to make up the knife.
"traitor!"
The almost mad Bellov approached again and stabbed.
Grak ducked sideways and flew into the opponent's defense, locking his head in his arm.
But Beiluf was also an experienced warrior. His other arm struck like lightning and thrust a combat knife into Grak's throat.
Grak could only free an iron fist to hold Beiruf's hand, and let the blade rest a few inches beyond his pulsating throat.
Bellow, who was choking his throat and clenching his teeth, tried to push the blade up, but Grak's strength was stronger, and he began to tilt the short knife to the side.
Large beads of sweat emerged from the faces of the two warlords. This was a close match, but the balance was not on Beiruf's side.
Carmel, who had been watching from a distance, knew that this was a duel that Beiruf could not win alone.
She turned around quietly and took a pistol out of the cushion of Beiruf's throne. The dark body was cold and deadly.
Although customized for a mortal, the pistol still seemed huge in her hands.
But she still dared not fire from any distance. She was never a shooter. The probability of hitting her lover and butcher would be about five or five.
Carmel seemed to make a decision, shaking his wings violently, soaring into the air in everyone's surprised eyes.
The eyes of the Hawks were blazing with rage, and her hatred and hatred towards that enemy were obvious.
The next second, she opened her mouth and made a roar.
Then her mouth opened wider and her jaw stretched to an incredible level, like a python devouring its prey, and released a kind of piercing shrill.
Almost all Oaks were lying on the ground, throwing away their weapons and covering their ears with both hands to resist the terrible noise.
The sonic attack released by Carmel does not have the slightest elegance ~ EbookFREE.me ~ is just a very painful, deafening volume.
Grak was also disturbed by the noise. Although he was still persevering, his arms began to tremble, his forehead was swollen with blue muscles, and Beiruv's blade was getting closer and closer to his neck.
"Shut up!"
With a loud rush, the ceiling of the hall suddenly shattered, and Chalkin, who was wearing a silver guard, came down from the sky, and through the light and noise, the long-handed battle axe stabbed, and the head of Carmel was cut off with a single blow.
The singing suddenly disappeared.
"Get off!"
Graak, who had regained his strength, kicked the shocked Beiruf away and gasped violently.
"Whew, almost overturned..."
"This...I..."
Beiruf shook his head vigorously, and then looked at the blood-stained head on the ground, whose eyes seemed to be watching him, with endless sorrow.
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