Chapter 660: City Breaker (1)

When Grak reached the bottom of the stairs, the long-standing garrison suddenly opened fire, and the smoke and debris from the bullets and the explosion swept toward him.
"Tick me!"
When the warlord stepped on the steps, he was instantly surrounded by sparks from the bullets, the guns thumped the metal and gave a harsh scream, and the whole stairway trembled under his footsteps.
Behind him, other bodyguards fired back.
The entire atrium was surrounded by the snarling of the bullet guns, the flash of fire exchanges split the dim space, and the small-scale explosion filled the upper corridor.
Grak quickly arrived in the hallway. The environment here was darker, but his sight was not affected. The few boys he watched were lying lifeless on the marble floor, and the cold blood gathered into a seemingly greasy pond.
"Ok?"
Soon, he found signs of enemies still alive at the end of the corridor, and their muzzles appeared dazzling white, pouring bullets toward the Oak below.
Grak raised his pistol, and when his finger touched the trigger, his elbow trembled slightly.
In an instant, his first shot hit a human head, and blood and brain tissue immediately splashed on the wall, like a bucket of overturned paint.
The next two bullets hit the chest of his next target, exploding the chest cavity and ribs, tearing off the internal organs.
In his superhuman keen senses, humans seemed to turn to him in slow motion, aiming their weapons at this emerging threat.
His fourth shot tore off another enemy's shoulder, and the impact force caused the shrimp to spin out of the porch.
Grak has never been a sharpshooter, but the kids all said that he was very lucky when he shot, as if the bullet would track the target by himself, but the warlord hated the saying that he preferred his axe to fly to the enemy's head automatically. on.
As a bullet ran across Grak, he heard more soldiers ascending the stairs behind him.
After sending another bullet to the shrimp's abdomen in the distance, Grak glanced quickly to his right, and more shrimps gathered on the side of the atrium.
"I--"
Just as he was about to rush to the killing ring, a rocket flew towards him with a flame, and the warhead just hit the concrete wall beside him.
When the explosion struck the warlord, the armor with smoke shining on him shone and released energy, turning the debris into a dazzling light spot. This kind of armor with a small energy shield had only two pairs, one set on Guk and the other. The sleeve is from Grak.
"Who!!"
The rocket was obviously not human, and Grak yelled in exasperation.
"Hug, sorry! Boss! I hit the top, I don't know how, just--"
The technician in the distance flinched, protruding his head from behind the bunker, and a smoky transmitter was hanging on his shoulder.
"Wait for me to solve this problem and then clean up your idiot oil guy!"
As Grak rose from the ruins of the wall, more bullets were fired from the other end of the corridor.
He didn't care about these bullets, and rushed towards the defenders. The fire from his bodyguards passed by him, hitting a simple bunker built by humans with broken furniture and wall hangings.
"Waaaaaaaaagh!!!"
When the warlords rushed towards the bunker, they shot out their pistols and suppressed them firmly.
When he reached the bunker, he jumped high, stepped on one foot on a broken cabinet, and smashed the other foot on the face of a human being who was attacking him with a bayonet.
They all looked pale, their eyes staring at them with fear.
"Wow!!"
The human in the tattered military uniform suddenly fell back to the ground under the attack of Grak. There was a huge groove on his face. The tongue and teeth were stirred together. One eye was hanging beside the ear, and the whine mixed with blood.
The warlord then used his tomahawk to block the other enemy's arm and break up the muscles and bones.
He landed like a meteorite, and the hard marble floor suddenly cracked.
Suddenly, he felt something smashing behind the boss's metal banner, and immediately turned around, slamming his elbow the face of a sneak attacked human, with broken teeth scattered, his chin cracked, and then the whole head of the unlucky egg directly It disappeared from the neck.
"The beast is going to die!!"
A heavy blade swayed from the crowd and hit the right side of his helmet. The blade scraped off the paint on the helmet, but Grak did not dodge.
Seeing that there was no hit, the man in the officer's uniform backed out of the melee range, and Grak immediately threw the empty pistol into the opponent's face, then rushed up and smashed the opponent's knee with his foot. The foot crushes the head.
When more attacks hit the warlords, the humble power armor shined again and was activated, making the siege of the garrison blind.
"Waaagh!"
Grak lifted a person-high tearer and smashed the nearest person directly. The sharp blades full of minced meat and bones were cast into the ground and buried deep into the ground.
The killing did not stop. The warlord reached into the throat of the other guy with his hands and lifted the fragile life off his feet, crushing his trachea.
Several bullets exploded next to the red butcher, and more bodyguards joined the melee.
They broke through the humble bunker, threw out their pistols, and attacked the defenders with huge battle axes and sharp blades.
The remaining dozen or so people did not intend to give up the fight, they roared and cursed to throw themselves into the melee.
"This is what it looks like!"
Graco smashed a human skull with a tomahawk stab him in the face and chest, almost flattening him.
Another human slashed at Grak but did not hit it. The blood of his compatriots left on the saber splashed on the warlord's boar-shaped helmet~EbookFREE.me~ The butcher grinned and slammed the soldier with his shoulder, hitting Position the middle chest and push it all the way to the wall to crush the bones.
The erupted concrete dust wrapped it up, and Grak hooked his opponent's head with his arm and pulled the spine out to ensure the kill. Then he threw the paralyzed body on the ground like a rag.
He turned around and saw that a bodyguard was burying his axe in the neck of the last shrimp, and the rotating saw teeth sprayed flesh and bone fragments on the railing of the corridor.
"This is over?"
Graeke, who was still inexhaustible, approached the arch at the end of the corridor and entered the interior of the cathedral.
The bodyguards were divided into two teams, one team followed the warlords, and the rest were waiting in the corridor, waiting for new orders.
The gunfire and gunshots outside the city are still fierce, but there is not much worth fighting. The defenders are either defeated or eliminated, and the rest is the work of the boys-those sneaky, fearful, shy In the room.
Those things are not worth the hands of warlords.
"Boss, you may want this."
Crowe came to the other party with Grak's pistol, apparently he was found from the pile of shrimp corpses.
The warlord snorted his gratitude, then took a new magazine from the belt with a bang, and quickly glanced to the other side of the arch, searching for the enemy's trail.
A corridor leads to the north end of the cathedral, the windows on the right are all broken, and the half-open doors lead to the file room on the left.
There is no trace of dried shrimps here, and Grak closed the armor to save energy, and nodded to the bodyguards to move forward.
"Clean up all places."
Grake gave this order to the other Oaks in the church.
"Don't keep a panting shrimp."