Chapter 149: Fighting Aswan again (16)

Black soldiers wearing breastplates charged Grak. They were the replenished Zun regiment. Although the entire Zun regiment was almost destroyed in the last war, the threat of Ok also made King Zun understand that Only the Aswan defense line blocked these green beasts and his own folks, so he simply agreed to the empire's request for replacements and took out the most warrior warriors in the tribe.
As the first few people approached Grak, the bullets hit the thick breastplates and flicked apart. One of them was holding a large-caliber hunter and was just about to fire, but before he responded, a bottom-up blow His head burst, and his body flew backwards.
"Scum! Come on!"
The crimson beast roared wildly. Around him, more human soldiers came to hide, their breastplates shining in the fire, and rushed towards the Ouk warlord with a fanatical fighting will. , Pistols, rifles, large-caliber shotguns and even traditional choppers waved in their hands.
Routine opponents rarely survive their impact, but they face Grak, a warlord who commands tens of thousands of soldiers.
"Waaaaaaaaaaagh!"
He immediately set off to counterattack with ferocious power. The brutal throbbing drowned the soldiers' shouting battle roar, blood was in the air, and Grak smelled it.
Like a high cliff standing in the sea, the killing is calling him.
The huge red two-handed axe was raised high, and when falling, with a bite of strong wind, it roared and cut open the flesh and bones, smashing the head.
He ignored those humble attacks and waved a series of short and violent blows with his hands. The limitation of the city head space made his killing more cruel. The soldiers could not dodge. The dark red armor turned into a dripping bright red for a moment. No one survived. The black debris on the ground was soaked in red, like dead wood floating in the sea of ​​blood, full of the charm of death.
A striking blow swept away the life within a few meters of Grak, and then one after another, the howling red villains kept up with the pace of their boss.
The fighting intensified, and even the air became a mixture of and fighting intensification. The black soldiers all over the body, the wolverines holding the giant swords and the prepared militia regiment came with a wave of despair, sharp blade With gunpowder flashing on the wall of the indecisive wall, the howling sound was hoarse and suffocating.
But the balance of the battle is rapidly tilting, more and more Oaks are ascending to the city, and less and less blood can flow from humans.
"Are you sure you want to release it?"
Standing on the tower far from the city head, a group of wolf witches and priests surrounded a huge human-shaped metal coffin with dark red rust marks all over it, and chains of chains wound like snakes, and the scriptures were posted. It was so dense that everything seemed to be guarding against the things inside.
The bald priest in black robe asked again, his tone was very solemn.
"Are you sure? Mr. Ketov, there is no possibility of recycling after this release, regardless of the result, it must be destroyed."
"Yes, I understand that I will bear all the consequences."
"To understanding."
The priests whispered the hymn, opened the chains one by one, and the leader took a key from his neck, inserted it into the hole in the center of the coffin, and twisted it gently.
As soon as the closed coffin opened a gap, a heavy gasp came out of it like a strong wind, as if a huge beast locked inside, the wizard with a red wolf face mask stepped forward and slowly pulled the front cover of the coffin open.
"Burdington, my brother."
In the huge iron coffin, a thin, bone-like figure was suspended in the air by layers of chains, its skin was as pale as a dead body, and the palms and soles were nailed with large nails, which were unnaturally twisted, and the chest protruded. The ribs are covered with stitches, a large number of religious ornaments and scriptures are printed on its limbs and trunk, and its head.
That is not all human form, full of abnormal bends and bone spurs, dark red mucus oozing from the stitched eyelid has been dripping to the toe, its mouth is so big that it is different from ordinary people, the corner of the mouth has been split to the ear , As it breathes, you can vaguely see cluttered teeth.
This is an enchanter, an unnatural existence distorted by a wizard.
Many people know that wizards have always been plagued by physical mutations, especially the wolves and witches who need to mobilize the power of Hanan. Their danger is as high for companions and enemies.
But very few people understand that there are some very special individuals in the mutant wizards. Their willpower is strong enough to resist the soul-slayers and predators in the uncertain ocean when their flesh and blood are twisted. , Which allows them to keep their own existence from being swallowed, and these people are called enchanters.
But the devil will not easily let go of his mouth, the spirit of the enchanters will be in a state of confrontation with evil for a long time, they are very unstable, and the human will will eventually reach the limit, the ego of the enchanters is in the vastness The washing of the ocean will inevitably dissipate, then a real demon will come, so the ending of these people is often destruction.
Hearing a familiar voice calling himself, the enchanter raised his head slightly, his mouth grieved, and his curly long tongue was exposed.
"...Katov..."
His voice tranced like a dream, which meant that his ego had come to the brink of collapse.
"……he he he he he!"
Immediately afterwards, the whisper turned into a vicious grin, and its face also turned into a mocking expression.
"...Katov..."
"……he he he he he!"
He had been alternating between trance and grotesque all the time. The red-faced wolf witch took a deep breath. He understood that his brother had come to the final end~EbookFREE.me~ He must be cleaned up anyway.
"Let's fight for the last time, rest here."
The enchanter was silent. He gritted his teeth, as if fighting against the vicious maliciousness in his body, and then he nodded.
"……farewell……"
Wow!
The chains opened one by one, but the enchanter was not on the ground. He just floated in mid-air until the last nail of his limbs was pulled out, and he suddenly disappeared into the coffin.
Grak is hacking and killing, what instinctively feels, explosive muscles are suddenly tense, keen senses are filled with sticky and smelly stench, the throbbing of the temple strikes together with the dim vision, with the final short Words, the devil has arrived.
";Unsaranatanasinteinangifunshimmadaga!"
A claw with mouthparts grabbed one of the arms of a certain kid, and then rolled down another claw with a sharp blade. The vicious blade cut the steel shoulder armor in the splash of sparks, deep into the green flesh.
"Shrimp stuff!"
When the arm was taken off, the boy roared angrily, waved his axe and cut off the appendage with mouthparts, blood and pus splashed together.
The other kid was even more unlucky. A claw penetrated directly into his torso. Obsidian claws penetrated the armor. Live-like mouthparts bite his internal organs. When the claws were pulled out, the green skin fell down. He The huge heart was slowly chewed in that mouthpiece.
Grak smashed all the oncoming appendages and tentacles with an axe. When he saw what was coming, his eyes narrowed immediately.