Chapter 497: Herd (7)

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　　Wicken slammed the side of a bunker with his right claw. The cement block shattered instantly, and the pistons in his arms and legs pushed his weight forward, pushing the side of the bunker straight up.
　　 Dried dust and gravel whirl through the air, and in despair, the beasts of soldiers inside try to counterattack meaninglessly.
　　Wicken stepped out another piece of meat foam and plasma in his other bunker. At the same time the iron claws tightly clamped a screaming guy and activated the drill located at each fingertip.
　　 The screams of the other party turned into terrible wailing, minced meat and bones scattered out, and the warm blood spattered like the juice of the broken fruit.
A group of veterinarians rushed over. They had only simple spears in their hands. In Wicken's view, there was no fart to fight, but when he saw what was tied up, he immediately understood that these poor worms wanted What did you do.
　　He activated the flamethrowers on both sides of the torso, the oil pipe emits high heat, and the nozzle changes from white to red.
　　Call!
　　 Then, the red-red liquid flame poured out of Wicken's body like blood splashed.
　　 The first guy who was hit instantly evaporated. Like the scorching water mist, the things on his body also detonated, entangled the other beasts around the self-detonator.
　　 violent b sounded one after another, and the n collapsed to the ground, spinning like a skull with a broken neck, flying directly into the air for more than ten meters.
　　Wicken stepped back a few steps, the flames scouring him, and thick smoke spread on his body.
　　 The dark underground bunker also became like daylight.
　　 His sensor hissed, and his vision became dim. When the light turned into a bright beam, he stopped and turned to look up.
　　The metal body is high on his right side. Its shape is obscured by fog and fire. Under the back of the weapon, the angular head slowly swings.
　　The rotten tooth did not die, or it did not die.
　　 "Boss"
　　 His deep voice was mixed with disordered electromagnetic pops, and apparently there were some malfunctions in the sound system.
　　 However, this did not prevent Wicken from giving him a lesson. He stepped forward and scratched the other person’s head with iron claws, shouting muffledly:
　　 "Run away without my orders next time! Screw your head down!"
"Uh"
　　The return of the rotten teeth allowed Wicken to finally launch a real offensive. They were advancing at a uniform pace. In the iron coffin, Wicken felt his trembling body tremble.
　　After meeting the resistance of the enemy, they opened fire, and the bunker became like daylight again.
Many kids are curious about these strange metal blocks. This curiosity even overwhelms the desire to fight. They follow these scrap iron blocks without rushing or running, as if they are a parade surrounded by floats, noisy Noisy, twitter.
　　 The static tongue licked the broken corpse, the figures of the boys and the mecha either moved forward, fell down, or burned, and the dust rolled up by their iron feet froze in the moment before disappearing.
　　 The overlapping fireworks appeared blurred.
　　 As the flares shot high into the air exploded, the particles glowing in dazzling light emptied the final darkness, and thick smoke mixed with the remaining traces of blood.
　　 A shell or sn detonated in the wreckage around him.
The shrapnel hit Wicken's body and limbs, but he couldn't feel anything. He could not hear the sound of sharp fragments hitting the steel skin, he could not feel the scratches that left bright scars on the body, and he couldn't feel it. Heat from the burning shell.
　　His world is a field of vision where data flows. His feeling is cold feedback from complex instruments.
　　Every step taken, the pistons of the limbs responded accordingly.
　　 Communication equipment continued to hear voices. He saw a member of his gang circumvent a pile of wreckage, his arms were turning, and then he shot the cannonball into the distance.
　　Although they can't see them, their long teeth and bad faces are nearby.
　　 As the second wave of enemies stormed into the wreckage of the first wave, red marks began to emerge in his field of vision.
　　He started running.
　　The piston shrinks and hits again, a huge lizard from
Rushing out of the bright mist, the Beastmaster has spared no effort to guard this important underground bunker.
　　 But in Wicken's vision, it is just a relatively large goal.
　　 At the moment when the recognition result took shape in his mind, two rockets shot from his shoulder.
Feeling dangerous, the lizard twitched and tried to climb on the rock wall on the right, but the rocket was faster, one fell off, but the other hit its neck. A triangle of flames lifted the triangular head from the body.
　　Wicken continued to embrace the war, still feeling hungry.
　　 Boom!
　　 A huge blast wave swept through the passage, knocking the shooting Ok to the ground.
　　 Hundreds of Evil Orc Armies appeared at the end of the passage, neatly advancing as they continued to fire at the Ok groups who tried to defeat them.
　　 "It is the reinforcements of Command No.3."
　　 The shaman trapped inside the bunker nodded in the direction of reinforcements, and at the same time, a green skin was in a different place under his evil power.
　　 "Adult Ravenbone, we will take care of your retreat."
The shaman and the remaining soldiers ran quickly to the retreating troops. He was eager to return to the command post as soon as possible and gather his troops. Their efforts at the gap had failed. The enemy had entered the bunker. There were many passages. It can lead directly to the main peak of Wushan, which is intolerable.
　　 "Master Yabing, General Yaping decided to implement the grave plan."
　　 was talking about the leader’s forbidden army. He held a large-caliber n and shot while protecting others from retreating.
　　 "The report of Command No. 5 said that the main force of Ok has already penetrated into Wang Ting. If we want to blow up here, we must implement it now."
　　Shaman shivered when he heard this sentence, and he tried to ignore it.
The grave plan is the last resort. In short, it is to blow up most of the underground bunker passage~EbookFREE.me~ to bury the defenders and enemies together. This is the final choice, which means they have failed and can only Pull back as much green leather as possible.
　　But does this really make sense?
　　 Shaman is very clear that this creature's attitude towards life and death is very playful, and the behavior of dying together at once does not scare the other party.
　　 But for the beasts, when all the elite are wiped out here, what will be the ending of the entire race?
　　 He dared not think about it, so he could only follow the footsteps of the imprisoned soldiers blindly.
Maybe.
　　In a trance, he couldn't help but have some kind of fantasy.
　　If the Holy Wall did not fall so easily, the entire race would not be forced to despair.
　　 Is it true that their stupid behavior angered the gods?
　　 Shaman shook his head, feeling that even breathing became very painful, and excessive profligacy had a serious price. His mouth and nose began to ooze black pus blood, and his skin quickly dwindled.
　　After running a few steps, he stumbled to the ground.
　　 There was a horrified voice in his ear, he could not hear who was talking, but there were more other voices in the cry.
　　 A voice that pierced the depths of his soul.
　　Join the herd.
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