Chapter 629: Rebellion (3)

"It looks like that."
Namat's deputy nodded, but he hadn't had time to explain in detail. The gate of the building around him suddenly burst open. The momentum of the impact was so violent that it shattered the wood into pieces.
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!
Immediately after Namat saw the largest and most difficult traitor he had seen since he came to the sinister wasteland, its roar was obviously intended to personally prepare the enemies who invaded its headquarters.
It was a full head taller than the bodyguards standing on both sides of it, and even those guys were much bigger and stronger than the other guys Namat had ever seen. It was moving forward like a brutal predator A few steps.
Suddenly a sense of deja vu flashed deep in his mind, after which everything became clear.
"Oh, mess."
He recalled this guy when he was a member of the Gough Corps.
"Korso, who has no brains."
Perhaps he heard a familiar voice, or smelled a familiar body odor, and his huge fangs with a fang suddenly turned around and stared at the direction of the two Oaks. It suddenly shouted and shook the surroundings. The bones all over the town hurt, and the traitor named by Grak rushed straight towards the warlords of the Iron Fist Legion.
"Namat!!!!!!"
Time seems to be static, as usual, it seems that its fighting instinct has played a role.
If Namat did not hold his chainsaw sword in his hand, it is likely that the other party would overturn himself to the ground with the brute force of the rushing, but he is now a warlord, and besides his status, his size And the power is also rising in this short time.
咣~!
The metal slammed on the ground, and Namat miraculously flashed the opponent's first round of attack.
At the same time, it just happened to shoot a few shots at the traitor's torso with a pistol, but the effect was like throwing a few rotten fruits on it.
The bullet hit the armor made of broken metal on its limbs and torso without causing any damage, and before it attacked me again, he just proved that the armor it wore on the body undeniably played a great defensive role. It's hard to imagine that without any mechanics repairing the traces, these scrap irons have played an amazing defense.
Immediately after that, Crow waved a mechanical claw transplanted to his arm to attack him.
The manipulator is still a new thing at present. Except for Guk's glove-like claw, other mechanical claws need to remove the original limb, and the price is said to be extremely expensive. One, but considering that he still needs to operate the armor, he gave up.
"You filthy maggot!"
The warlord avoided this thing, and the subsequent counterattack just struck out a series of sparks. That was not all the effects of a full blow. The key is that he also needs to worry about the sneak attacks of other guys.
With unprecedented tension, Namat noticed that his other arm was fixed with something similar to a machine gun. He was anxious to see that the barrel of the gun could almost hold a butt's head.
If Crow moved his brain to fire with his Namaat, it wouldn’t take long for everything to end, but maybe it was blinded by anger and killing desire and forgot about it.
The warlord continued to evade its attacks and counterattacked with war knives, desperately trying to find out its weaknesses.
boom!
Suddenly the giant beast covered with armor rushed past Namaat with speed and accuracy commensurate with its size. Its mechanical claws screamed like a jump and slammed towards the warlord. The harsh curse The sound and intimidation made Namat furious three battles.
Now he couldn't control whether those kids would attack him.
"Zigapor!"
Namat shouted.
"Look at the shooting this bastard!"
Of course, perhaps the deputy's bullets will not cause too much damage to the guy, but Namat can use its momentary distraction to find a gap to counterattack.
"I can't do that, boss."
His deputy was staring intently at the battle, and Namat was sure to lead Sock to a position where he could shoot easily, but the way he spoke kept the warlord from repeating the order.
If Namat urges him again, he will definitely shoot, the warlord is sure of this, and if he thinks this is a bad idea...
"If I shoot, the other traitors will come together."
It wasn't until then that Namat realized that all the leaders of the war were stuck, like a group of gamblers watching a fighting game held in an underground arena, rather than wanting to join this battle to protect their territory.
Obviously, they are unwilling to intervene in the duel of the two bosses. Most of the intelligent life that does not understand the Oke race can’t figure out what this is for, but that’s not the issue that should be concerned at this time. The only important thing now is to come up with How to win, and then rush to solve everything before the audience is tired of this battle.
Namat did not expect that he would rashly step forward, turning the armored assault into a street duel.
Well, in any case, a boss has to face these. He also won and survived such duels, and became the warlord today-relying not only on strength, but also his brain.
"overlord!"
With a loud shout, Namat suddenly glanced over Thok's shoulder.
He acted very similarly, so that all Oaks turned instinctively around the scene, and even Sauk was no exception-not to mention that he was always a guy with instinct stronger than consciousness.
Almost the only thing Namat can find is that it has no armor protection on its face~EbookFREE.me~ So he immediately aimed at it and launched a fierce attack on the middle of its two eyes, and at the last moment Adjusted the target and stabbed at its deadly part-just above the bridge of the nose. "Ha! You are a ghost! Thief fart!"
Despite Namat’s quick movements, Sauk’s reaction was faster than he expected. Its armor seemed to increase its speed and strength that were different from ordinary people, and easily withstood the blow. The claw-like thing grabbed the chain saw blade.
Kaka Kaka~~~
When the alloy saw teeth and alloy-cast claws bite together, the spark splashed between them, and there was a hint of smile in its roar.
"You can be a warlord just like you! Guk is blind!"
Although Namat concentrated all his strength on his arms, his claws slowly approached himself.
The warlord flinched, as if instinctively flashed away, and he concentrated all his energy to rush over, just like a nasty scavenging vulture enjoying this abusive game.
As it approached, two eyes stared at Namat with hostility, and with every joyful scream, the series of saliva left from the corner of the mouth was sickening like a sewer.
The followers of the leader of the war applauded, but Namat was not sure whether it was due to real entertainment or self-protective flattery.
"Yeah, it's better to see enough! You are an idiot, and Grak is sharpening his knife to unload it from your shoulder!"
Namat kept stimulating it with words, and when he had calculated everything, he suddenly released his hand holding the knife, and ingeniously flicked the chain saw knife. Use your other hand to try your best to insert the pistol deeply into Sauk's eye socket.