Chapter 1167: Warcraft (8)

Suddenly the blockade was broken, which gave Oake much-needed assistance, which immediately changed the situation on the battlefield. Even though demons are still endless, Oake also has the opportunity to continue to advance.
Guk ordered the war between Mao Jingang and Mao Ge to blow a hole in the Demon Legion's queue, and then the scrap iron mech followed up, widening the gap, giving Guk the opportunity to face the real enemy. .
At first it was smooth, the war machine plowed through the fierce queue with fierce artillery, and the scrap iron mechas already in place immediately filled the gap.
The leader is naturally the earliest scrap iron mech-Wicken.
At this time, the noisy thuds filled the already broken battlefield. Occasionally, several steams were discharged from the cracks on the ground, and the smell of being cut and crushed rock was strong.
Since the fart supply team got lost during the battle, Wicken could only use the existing ammunition to fight, so he cursed the unreliable guys when the bullets were refilled.
"I-must strangle-they!
Although the ammunition was insufficient, he did not stop, and his senses also detected whether there was a target he missed in the enveloped steam.
More than four figures of demons scattered on the floor, their bodies were completely crushed by the firepower of Octa Titan, leaving only flesh and blood twitching, and the air was filled with a strong smell of rust.
The other scrap iron pieces are scattered around Wicken, each made of stone, indifferent to the small firepower of the cultists.
"No one can stop me!!"
Generally speaking, slaughtering fragile dried shrimps is a waste of scrap iron, but most of the time they don’t have much choice. Today, they can face the
more energetic
demons, which makes Wicken excited.
Of course, he didn't forget, what drove him into the scrap metal armor.
Anger is still his current dominant emotion.
In Wicken's view, the demons have so far proved to be inferior to the speed and ferocity of Ok, they are not prepared for the Ok, if Guk can put them into the battlefield at the beginning, they may even be sweeping now. Before the brass gate.
But these are just thoughts. Wicken often uses this kind of cranky thinking to maintain his combat reason and battlefield observation. Most of the scrap irons have become crazy machines, and Wicken is their leader, easily letting himself Falling into madness will lead the whole scrap iron block towards
destroy.
Therefore, he has been controlling his emotions.
"I walked forward in a row."
After confirming that there were no enemies around, Wicken gave orders to other scrap iron blocks, and the killing machines responded to him with various voices.
The eight scrap iron mechas are no more than ten meters apart, forming a front line of nearly 100 meters, and started the trajectory of Vajra.
At this time, there was blood rain in the sky. The dirty blood poured almost every inch of their armor, forming a dark, red-brown shell on the outside.
I don't know why, since the blood rain started, the Vajra and the generals were stunned.
"Don't stop."
Wicken informed the team:
"The overlord ordered us to move forward, and we walked straight forward to--"
Wicken's follow-up did not say it again.
In the next second, the icy howl drowned out all the noise and even penetrated the communicator of the scrap iron armor.
Before any of them reacted, the air above the head was ignited into an orange flame blooming from nowhere, accompanied by a strong impact.
When the five figures in distorted armor pulled apart and the flames appeared, the howling sound was louder.
It is difficult for them to judge who they are from the appearance, but from the red robes and gorgeous gold threads left on them, they can be seen that they are the elders of the Five Rings with the highest blood worship status.
But now these high-level cultists are hard to call themselves humans. They have all become monsters with distorted shapes, beasts and tails, and huge claws surrounded by supernatural flames.
After appearing in mid-air, they dived towards the scrap irons for the first time.
"on--!"
Wiken didn't even have time to issue a warning before the first monster attacked the team member "Coal Ball".
When it came down, it opened its lower limbs bent forward, and claws were dug deep into the shoulder guards of the scrap iron mech. Because the "coal ball" is a patient with severe firepower, his armor is known for its long-range firepower, and the armor is not It's thick.
Under this blow, the "coal ball" shoulder was almost unloaded, only because of the huge weight of the scrap iron, he was not overturned.
"Smelly stuff!"
He then raised the mechanical arm with a chainsaw and poked at the howling monster, but the rotating saw teeth only passed through the gradually dispersing flame left by the other party-that thing turned the downward attack into an upward sprint , Out of the'coal ball' attack range.
"Let me take you all away!"
Wicken shouted loudly through the horn and raised his heavy machine gun.
However, the violent shaking interrupted his attack, and a pair of huge claws smashed some of the sensors in Wicken's head, and pulled the bleeding meat from the left shoulder pad he buckled.
The veteran Wicken immediately released a strong protective current and backed away, giving himself space to swing.
The monster did not escape this time, crackling a strong current around the scrap iron shell, and shook off part of its limb as it tried to withdraw.
It made a harsh howling, slammed backwards instead of upwards, gliding on the floor like some kind of dive.
At this time, the remaining four monsters transformed by blood worshipers were dealing with several other scrap iron mechas. Their claws penetrated the thick armor and brought up a fluffy flesh.
Scrap iron armor can hardly defend against this supernatural blade.
‘Coal Ball’ had fallen to his knees and was torn and bleeding in many places, and there was another scrap iron block that lost his motivation due to damage to the leg joints and could only shoot blindly.
The follow-up Oak infantry tried to come up to assist the harassed scrap iron blocks, but a large number of demons pouring from the ground entangled them again.
The scrap iron blocks, which were originally assault forces, fell into a heavy siege, and the far-reaching Mao Jingang and the warrior were still in a dull state.
"come!!!!"
Wicken fired angrily at the enemy who attacked him, struggling to track the creature as it soared upward, and luckily cut off its wings with a cluster of bullets.
The monster suddenly lost it while gaining height and planted it towards the ground.
Wicken rushed forward awkwardly, a sharp rubbing sound from his leg joints, and a light click from his magazine, but that was only after he managed to pierce the thing's body with a few bullets.
He is out of ammo.
But this did not prevent Wicken from venting his anger. He grabbed a limb with his fist as the enemy staggered and tried to climb.
The monster howled away quickly, and an unclean flame erupted when its claws hit Wicken's frontal armor.
In an instant, the two forces were diametrically opposed, and the entangled fighters collided and burst into sparks.
Then Wicken clenched a huge fist around the electric current, leaning towards the head of the thing.
Immediately, the head of the unclean thing exploded in the process of spraying the burning meat~EbookFREE.me~ The whole body was liquefied by the brutal blow of Wicken.
But other scrap iron pieces are still struggling.
The "coal ball", which was still shooting before, has fallen completely. There is a hole with a diameter of one meter on its torso, and the viscous liquid is slowly overflowing from the inside.
Suddenly, the earth trembles, and Wicken feels a hot gale rushing in from the gap between the armor, and then he sees the soaring fire column and air waves.
Mao Jingang, who had been quiet for a long time, opened fire again.
In the light of the fire, a huge figure stepped over the demons and rushed towards Wicken. The warhammer slammed a monster trying to dive into a slime.
"Scrap iron! Keep up with me!"
Corresponding to this sound, there is also a roar that tears space and time. In this roar, the towering brass door bursts into countless small pieces like broken glass.
"Guk !!!!!!"
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