Chapter 1865: Competing 2 people

The wolf lord Gunnar followed the flames to find the whereabouts of the yellow and black warriors. He finally pierced the green-skinned ocean. At this time, the iron-gray Terminator's armor had turned completely red.
He sucked his nose sharply, and his long sharp canine teeth wrinkled up and revealed the corners of his mouth.
With the powerful talent endowed by genetic seeds, he can smell blood dozens of miles away in a blizzard like a real wolf through his sense of smell.
At the other end of the roadway isolated by flames, there was a strong smell of blood and gunpowder smoke, which can be distinguished by experience. The explosives are loaded with a large amount of explosives, which may be the mines of anti-power armor.
As a guard of the Wolf King, he has experienced countless battles. In many cases, he can know what enemies he will face based on his sense of smell and experience, which is more accurate than radar.
"Ruth's fangs, shouldn't that person be blown to death?"
He couldn't hide anything in his heart. What he thought about it appeared from his thick lips almost at the same time, making him tiptoe behind his back, intending to stab the on his heel with a knife.
The wolf master turned his head and looked at his feet, showing a cruel smile at the fart spirit, and stepped on him into a thick juice when he fell, and then rushed towards the fire with a big step.
As for the cubs behind you? Can you keep up with what is up to you?
What he said to his men before was not to stimulate morale. The Fenris warrior was not short of morale. He was purely honest. If anyone is slower than the dark angel, he will not go to the battlefield and stay in Fang Fang. The fortress maintenance servants go.
If you don't care about them, then you really don't care.
He now wants to see the ending of that brave soldier, is he really killed by a landmine? Or killed his target and gained glory?
To be honest, he saw that little dwarf in yellow and black armor was seven in and seven out of the green-skin front, and in the end he was faster than himself, and he admired it in his heart.
Even if the width of the battlefield over there is not as wide as the battle groups on both sides face, it is not a green skin that mortals can deal with?
That person also has a fighting nun as a teammate, but it is almost impossible to make those tough shrews obey the man's orders. How did he do it?
Having lived for so many years, Gunnar had never seen such a magical scene.
Curiosity is like a wolf's paw, scratching his beard quickly, making his chest itchy.
The wall of fire blocked a lot of green skins, they jumped on this side, and the wolf owner's two lightning claws fell together and rubbed, and they went up and fluttered, tearing the enemy into pieces.
What's not perfect is that just when he was about to pull out the last green-skinned head, a burst of arrows flew over and directly exploded the little Beast's head.
For the blasting gun, each bullet can be regarded as a tiny rocket with thick fingers. This is the finger of a star warrior. When replaced with an ordinary person's perspective, it is almost 40mm grenade thickness.
Each blasting arrow not only has an explosive warhead at the front, but also a booster nozzle at the end. After hitting an enemy, it will achieve two effects of armor penetration and bursting. It is an extremely cruel weapon. The older the blasting gun, the more Is powerful.
But Gunnar has never disliked the ancient blaster like he does today.
Although the Wolves believe that guns are not honorable enough, they will not discriminate against brothers who love guns. After all, they are all for the emperor, but they have different means of killing the enemy.
Unless, that person comes from a dark angel.
Gunnar's face suddenly stretched, and his Terminator's armor also made unpleasant joints rubbing, the Fenris wolf fur behind him was thrown up by him, and blood was spilled on the ground.
"Are you robbing my prey? Shadowy villain."
The person who came was Orpheus, the battle priest of the Dark Angels. Wearing the dark green Terminator armor, he shot through the green leather with a blasting arrow gun in one hand and a double-headed eagle axe in the other hand, only slightly slower than the wolf lord Front.
Seeing the attitude of the wolves lord, he was accustomed to it. That's right, the shot was to steal the blame. What happened?
"Leon slams, I slams."
His answer was a standard priest body, describing the story of the year in concise and beautiful language. The dark angel's gene primitive Leon Johnson, a slam stunned the space wolf gene primitive Riemann Ruth. .
Gunnar breathed hurriedly, and his throat made a whistling sound in his anger. If it wasn't Brother Astarte in front of him, he would definitely kill this pesky.
"Follow the process or just play? Don't call the company champion, just you and me."
As the wolf master spoke, he began to rub the lightning claws.
The priest walked up to him inadvertently and looked to the other side through the wall of fire. His tactical team was about to follow. Now that the fire cover has been launched, they can chat as much as they want, or go to the person:
"The account will be settled later, I am going to find that warrior now."
"Don't think about it! I saw him first."
The wolf master stepped past the flames, and the wall of fire formed by incendiary bombs could not stop the interstellar warriors. They could even charge against the Phoenix tank of the Spirit Race.
"You don't understand anything. He is not the kind of barbarian that grows in your own ocean. His identity...Forget it, I told you that you don't understand."
The priest is usually a gentle and noble person, but in the face of the space wolf, he chooses to strike hard, and immediately follows up without saying anything, and uses his armor to squeeze the wolf owner.
"Fuck your mother's shit!" The wolf owner flushed his neck and slammed back. He stuck the priest behind him. The fur around his armor neck made him look ruddy: "It's not that you think he may be Genome? I know the old wolf."
A laugh came from under the priest's skull mask: "You know that just saying this is blasphemy? Haven't had enough with the court?"
"The court is a bird?! I'm not afraid, I'll hack them to death when I come." The wolf master sneered and touched his beard triumphantly: "It's you who wore a helmet on the battlefield, so sneaky with your team. I guess the court will be more interested in your secrets."
"This galaxy is our first to come." The first battle group has no secrets, so the priest changed the subject and came up with the first-come-first-served statement~EbookFREE.me~ The wolf master ran against the priest: "You don’t have any. There was no response to the report, so according to the rules, we are compliant. It is you who should get fucked. Of course, you have to let me give you a beat before you can leave, haha!"
"Hmph, some people are barbarians, it is really difficult to communicate with words." The priest squeezed the wolf master with his shoulders and sneered.
"After all, you still want to fight. Look at your hypocritical appearance. It really makes me sick." The lord also didn't give in. After all, the two sides must fight, it is about the glory of the original body, there is nothing to say.
The two of them stood side by side like that, like a'race walking conjoined baby' that speeds up more than ten times, two of the same model, different paints of the ultimate power armor are tied together, in an awkward posture. At the end of the street.
Turning around, they saw the man who looked almost the same as his father.
The man was standing on a green mountain top with red flash floods, stepping on countless enemy corpses, holding a huge head in his hands, proudly showing off his victory to the fighting nun.
At this moment, both of them were speechless for a while.