Chapter 1118: Tyre Incident (2)

Fortunately, you built these places strong enough. "
Grak kicked off the big tyrant on the ground and swaggered into the center of the hall. Behind him was a team of live ammunition armed to guard his teeth.
The deep darkness in the hall that was not illuminated by the lights was deepened by the symphony of death outside the thick walls. Many O'Kee boys had gathered around the Sun Palace. They were waiting in the dark, listening to the virus with a knife and axe in their hands. High efficiency slaughter the residents in the city
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Grak seemed unconcerned, and the tragic death of civilians was meaningless to him.
At that time, the screams had gradually disappeared, replaced by a dull moan, and the pain and fear of the slow death mixed into a distant roar.
"How long do you plan to hide in the dark like a mouse?"
Grak asked, lowering the battle axe on his shoulder and smashing a small hole in the muffled sound.
"The virus will soon die by itself."
Faced with Grake's pressing question, it was Carmel who stood up first.
"It's intent is to devour all living creatures and put the battlefield under the control of the Necromancer of the Decaying Brotherhood."
"how do you know?"
A pleasant voice rang behind Grak, and Quel'Sana stepped out.
Seeing her appear, Carmel froze for a few seconds.
"I have witnessed similar scenes."
Carmel finally gave such an answer.
"You better be right."
Beirug glared at Grak first, then snarled, and Carmel's answer clearly did not satisfy him.
"Grak, I won't stay in such a place for a long time! I will soon launch an offensive to kill those disobedient shrimps."
The senior man glanced at his bosses, their brand new armor packed tightly in the hall.
"Stupid jump! Didn't you hurry to work?"
This remark was made to the big tyrants on the ground.
"Immediately—oops!"
Graco was about to get up and was immediately stepped back on the marble floor by Grak.
"Don't worry."
Grak shook his head at the big master on the ground,
"I have to say, we have made a move, and you think this city is at your fingertips, Beiruf, and they have won the move."
"Yes, I didn't expect that."
Carmel stood up again, trying to take responsibility.
"No, there is no excuse!"
Grak's face became harsh.
"The boss told you to take the lead, that is, you must always walk in front of the enemy! When they attack, we should directly counterattack, when they are defending, we should grab them out! They kill our children, we They should destroy their city... but this time
The enemy did more than we did, and they planned to destroy their city to take us away together. "
"We were all caught off guard, Your Excellency Grak."
Carmel still tried to justify.
"Even the guards are."
"Shut up! This is our fight, it's your turn to intervene! All enemies must be annihilated, no matter whether other legions admit it or not, Goff is the legion that will really seize the city, Beiruf...you have to be yourself Responsible for the failure."
Grak's words were almost declaring war, but Beiruf became calm, and he suddenly realized that it was an unreasonable thing for the other party to appear here.
He should be right on the front line at this time, and take his army with him.
"This is not the responsibility of the beast."
Camille spoke up with courage, but was immediately reprimanded by Grak.
"A lowly fart would think his failure is his boss's responsibility."
Grak stared at Beiruf's uncertain face and said aloud:
"A boss should know that this is his responsibility."
"No, Grak, you don't understand, I mean--"
"There is a signal."
Suddenly, a mechanic boy came out of the corner, and he had the logo of the high army.
Grak nodded when he saw him.
"what did they say?"
"It's done already."
"Then we will be out soon."
Grak laughed and said that his words made Ock present confusing, but Camille suddenly changed his face.
"If there is anything to continue her tricks, they will find only death."
When Grak said this, it wasn't Belluf, but Carmel next to him.
"Boss! Boss!"
A leader in heavy armor suddenly broke into the hall. He had the mark of the Blood Axe Legion, and yelled at Beiruf as soon as he entered.
"That big, big mushroom... suddenly collapsed!"
The Oakes present were screaming in surprise. They all knew what the boss meant, and Beiruf turned to look at the window beside him, as did Carmel.
Through the dim night, the flower of death in the distance suddenly seemed to be broken off the root, and began to slowly collapse, and the petals collapsed like broken snowflakes.
The scream that echoed in the control also disappeared after an extreme high pitch.
"You did it?"
Beirut looked back at Grak.
"You already knew?"
"Ha, do you still have a brain?"
Beiruf gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, but he knew it was not the time for anger, and what happened tonight was too weird.
He even felt that there was a net covering himself.
The only thing to do now is to quickly grasp the strength of the legion in the city and immediately transfer troops from the abandoned city.
Not only to suppress corpse variants in the city, but also to prevent worse accidents.
"I don't care about this. Since the stuff is gone, I will immediately start to clean up the city!"
With that said, he planned to lead the leaders to leave here.
But Grak did not make him wish.
"No, it's not over yet."
The Governian Warlord said with an unwilling smile.
"Clean this kind of work, you don't have to work beast."
"what?"
"Look at it."
Beiruf turned around immediately, but what he saw was...
Guardian Chief Chalkin has been watching the final dying of Tyre City at a commanding height in the Sun Palace. Suddenly a guard walked out of the shadow, with a weird metal mask on his face. lizard.
At the same time he had a peculiar mark on his chest.
It was a yellow and black hexagonal disc, set against the pale Okke's smiling skull, giving a deep ominous feeling.
This is a newly formed mysterious force in the Guard, and even most warlords are unaware. They control an extremely dangerous and terrifying weapon and only obey the orders of Guk.
"leader."
The guard slammed the breastplate violently, making a dull sound, which is a tribute etiquette commonly used by guards.
"Are you ready?"
"The signal came from below, it's done."
"What about those things?"
"Everything has been poured into the sewer~EbookFREE.me~ Just waiting for your order."
Chalkin nodded, looking at the city below indifferently, shrouded in a tumbling cloud of poison.
Just a little spark.
He imagined this place as a hot tip of electric welding in his mind.
"ignition."
Chalkin gave a ruthless order.
"Let this place burn!"
The next second, like a sudden burst of supernova, a dark green flame burst through the masonry of the street and swept the entire city of Tyre like an overflowing torrent.
At the position of the flower of the death blight, the air shrank violently, and then the violent wind swept through. The high temperature of hundreds of degrees turned all the organic matter it touched into powder, and then the earth cracked like a loud noise.
After a few seconds, the huge dark green mushroom cloud replaced the original position of the flower of the death blight, rising slowly in the night...
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