Chapter 572: Black Stone Chaos

The chainsaw machete fell with a screaming arc, more like a living creature with its own anger than other weapons in his hands.
Guardian leader Kundera watched it fall, and these few seconds were expanded by his senses. He watched it touch the impact point, and the rapidly rotating jagged edges cut the armor plate of the traitor's armor.
The spark burst at the moment the metal was torn.
The sharp teeth penetrate deep into flesh and blood, calmly and quickly, cutting and burning.
Then came a flavour of meat-charred flesh, which rushed into his nostrils, reminding him of the taste of a fat meat, Scrooge, which was slaughtered as food a few months ago.
The voice made by the enemy was not screaming, it was more like a moan, a futile shout, which contained a lot of information-but, in the end, the knew he was finished.
Blood spewed out, just like wine pouring out of a broken tank, from outflow to spouting, bursting, the blood rushing out of the arteries gathered into a pool at the feet of the dead.
The other party had fallen apart, and his shoulders, arms, and half of his chest were all split, and he could hear the sound of bones breaking like a broken, moist wood.
The traitor was dead, and the soldiers continued to move forward, crushing the skull of the enemy with giant boots made of crimson steel.
This war was a betrayal through long-range conspiracy and planning, but the loyal guards have solved this enemy, and more enemies have not yet died.
On the battlefield, countless enemies shouted their stupid declarations to the sky with their dirty tongues. The guard leader and his battles will kill them today and use their wreckage to infiltrate the land of this dry world.
This is the fifth day of the siege.
After the traitor's army overwhelmed the strongholds around the Black Stone Fortress in an overwhelming amount, they immediately attacked the once overlord's court, and they did not stop for a moment, as if they knew what it meant.
It is not just an arsenal, but also a symbol of power. It is from this that Guk rises. If the rebels conquer the fortress, it means that their leader Gulsuth has the possibility to challenge Guk.
In Oak, loyalists are always a minority. When the wind direction changes, how many kids can maintain their current position is a huge unknown.
Guk is also well aware of this, for which he is even willing to give up all other fortresses and concentrate his troops to protect Blackstone.
But even so, the number of rebels is still increasing. They surrounded the black stone fortress and stormed day and night, trying to nibble this hard bone.
They even concentrated some of the only heavy firepower of the treasure. The shells slapped the outer shell of the fortress like a rainstorm. If Guck had already fortified the fortress once, now only the ruins might be left.
"Waaaagh!! Take them back!"
Kunderka, who fought hard at the entrance to the east of the fortress, roared while shooting with a pistol.
It oscillated in his armored glove like a living creature, as if eager to fly out of his hand, thunderous sound resounded through the stench of the battlefield when the son was ejected, and death followed each round After shooting.
In a blink of an eye, a head not far away exploded into a pink blood mist, and his limbs turned into red mud.
No killing power was wasted, so he was born, so trained, and so did his predecessors.
Endless rage surged inside him, like lightning gathered in the urn.
The Oaks are always so angry, but very few Oaks can control the power of anger, just beside him, a guard becomes more and more crazy in the battle.
He knew this guy, Yaros, who belonged to Storm Boy. The other party was now far away from where he belonged, probably because of the smoke from the battlefield and the impact of battle.
But Yaros didn't seem to intend to take care of it.
Kundera reloaded his pistol while watching Yaros fight.
He had taken off his helmet, but not for other reasons.
His face was filled with anger, the backpack was sprayed into the ground with mist, and the end of his glove was equipped with rigid claws-barbed steel claws that could tear apart the metal shell. , The hot steam spread into the air from above them.
Yaros was falling into rage, like radiation, coming from the rage of the battlefield itself.
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! ! ! !
On the battlefield of Ouke, there is always the same voice. They bring strength and madness. The fierce battle will form a huge waaagh position, and the boys involved will continue to fight until they die or get out of power.
Yaros was like this, he felt like a fire around him, and invisible flames surrounded himself.
Anger spread like wildfire.
Thirst, surging like blood.
Yaros was deeply immersed in it until he drowned himself, his anger was quite magnificent.
Hey~!
Suddenly, a bright beam of light rushed out of the traitor's front. This was a close-up shot of a broken laser cannon. I didn't know where the rebels got it.
In the strong light, Kundera flinched, and the eyelids closed quickly to protect his eyes from the dazzling beam of light.
A second later, when he looked again, Yaros was dead.
Yaros had a large scorched hole in his body that allowed his fist to penetrate through the armor, flesh and bones, and he poured into a squeaky, blood-soaked mud like a cut tree.
Yaros's last move was to look at him. Something invisible crossed the gap between the two Oaks. ~EbookFREE.me~ The ghostly thing was anger.
The controllable anger inside the guard's body receded in an instant, and now he felt full of anger that only he could understand.
This is not the death he deserves. Every loyal fighter should be worth a thousand of these screaming, stupid traitors, and he wants them to repay now.
"Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!!"
The guard dropped his gun. This should be done within close proximity, and should be done at an eye-to-eye distance.
"Guk is the real King of Oak!!"
Shouting the name of the overlord, the guards rushed into the enemy formation, and his sword became a bright and shining trajectory, followed by death.
The enemies operating the laser cannon were frightened by the thunderous battle roar of the guards, and even the madness of the battle could not cover the sound of anger and revenge.
The sawtooth knife of the guard's leader passed through a traitor's sternum and exploded a chaotic crimson liquid from his spine. They pulled each other closer and fell into a cruel hug.
Taking advantage of the chance that the traitor was still alive, Kundela didn't hesitate to tear the other's throat with his empty hand.
blood.
Blood spewed like spring water from the destroyed body of his enemies, splashing on his visor, staining his vision red.
A copper smell entered the inside of his helmet, and his mouth was immediately filled with saliva. He had been sleepless for a few days. He just wanted to take off his helmet and drink the overflowing.
Anger spread like wildfire.
Thirst, surging like blood.
At this moment, he was on the verge of madness.
Today's battle will be won, no doubt, and tomorrow...