Chapter 702: Temptation (below)

The blood dripped on the ground, and then gathered around the collapsed metal support and the broken weapon.
Several scarlet palm prints were printed on the edge of the lathe base, marking the places where the militia struggled to prevent themselves from falling before the gas was cut off. The blood splashed left a long wall on the wall covered with white slogans Pneumatic arcs, giant ponytail-like fans or curly leaves
Some of the blood stains extend to some five or six meters high on the wall.
Grak walked slowly.
The place is almost calm, the hustle and bustle of fighting outside is blocked by walls, and it sounds more like a roar of a distant storm.
Kro walked behind and stopped from time to time to end the lives of the wounded militiamen. The nerve boy stood in the sunlight at the far end, and the blood on his metal rod was roasted and sizzled, he was through another Coming in through a passage, two militiamen and a worker rushed towards him, and he turned to
A flash of lightning welcomed them.
Grak suddenly felt a strange feeling.
It was an indescribable intuition, closer to the pulse of a person's forehead, and that sense of existence seemed to follow him from his dream until it circled on his shoulder.
As if there was a sharp dagger on his temple, or two heads in a helmet.
Grak held his breath for a while, trying to see if it was just the illusion that he had caused by the excitement of the battle, or the echo of his breath.
Silent.
When he was about to start breathing again, that feeling came again, quiet but close, slow and calm, like a quiet wind.
"Who is there?"
"what?"
Crowe turned to look at him, his face filled with surprise
"Zah, boss? What do you see?"
"It's okay, it's okay!"
Grak waved irritably.
"carry on."
At this moment he felt like an idiot, just talking to himself, and a thought in his mind disappeared at the moment that face became clear.
In addition to the overlord Gook, Grak is fearless.
"Kill it!!"
Suddenly, a militia rushed towards him from the tan shadow, with a rifle in his hand and a blue bayonet flashing.
Grak did not hide or hide, waved the tearer, and put the man down on the ground.
The rifle that shattered the militia, broke his arm, and the militia yelled.
"weak!"
When Grak was about to step on his foot and finish his work, two more rushed towards him.
This time it was faster, but not more threatening.
He turned his body, swung the ripper back, and flew the bayonet that stabbed him.
Another bayonet stabbed on his armor, and it instantly became twisted and twisted.
The ripper turned to one of them, cleaved the man's rifle, split his body in two, and his internal organs dripped.
Grak then kicked back towards another person and kicked him into the wall of the metal foundry with the gun.
Boom!
The strong impact smashed the brick wall. Gravel stepped forward and picked up a steel bar to pierce the man's chest, the man, and the wall behind the man.
The militia was nailed to the wall like an insect specimen attached to the exhibition board, and its limbs twitched uncontrollably.
"Hah, life is pretty tough."
Grak grinned and yanked out the steel bars, and the man's body collapsed at his feet.
Again, the threat is so close.
Grak continued silently, through the tall arches, and into one of the factory's foundries.
The space here is extremely huge, the air is filled with red light, which is like walking into a furnace, a large number of buckets and iron hooks are suspended around him, and the thin, silent ropes are like vines in the jungle, hanging from the roof .
It seemed to be a cluster of iron and steel, the air was full of rust and the smell of charred coal.
Suddenly, Grak's pupil shrank suddenly, and he saw a scene that should not appear.
"Ok?"
A hangman fell to the ground, he was split like a scallop, his beheading knife was broken at his feet, the nearby blood pooled into a pool, I don't know whether it was his or something.
This sight immediately put Grak into a defensive state, with the fastest speed and the highest vigilance. Although he has superhuman responsiveness, what really reminds him is the imminent threat of threat and the spontaneous vigilance. It is the animal instinct lost by a civilized race in a safe house.
So the first blow fell through.
"Yeah!!"
The attack came from the side, and Grak raised his arm to stop it.
The attacker's sword shattered the armor and stabbed his forearm. The warlord shook back, shaking his face with surprise and anger.
Surprised by the mighty force that raid him.
"good stuff!"
Grak regrouped and used his ripper to block the enemy's attack.
He was face-to-face with a black warrior. It was a thing wrapped in a black carapace. The smooth armor was covered with various fortified instruments and eye-catching syringes.
On the iconic beast-shaped helmet of the Blurred Blade, a grid-like loudspeaker is emitting a icy howl that can freeze the soul.
For a time, Grak's action was slightly slow, but his roar quickly overwhelmed the other party.
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! ! !
They attacked each other like beasts in the foundry, and the challenge of the blurred blade Casco was more threatening than all the militias destroyed by Grak that day.
This guy's combat skills are extremely terrible~EbookFREE.me~He has strengthened his strength even more than the average boy, and his speed is even more breathless.
In an eerie moment, Grak didn't know if he, finally, understood where the threat came from.
In a burst of fire, they fought all the way to the rear conveyor belt.
The silver-black armor of the Blurred Blade glowed with oil in the strange light. His claws danced like a strip of light, but Grak’s combat skills were more mature. He seized the opportunity and used an axe The handle sent out a lightning blow, cracking Casco's breastplate.
Casco jumped a distance after a jump, immediately stabilized his foot on the ground, and immediately launched a counterattack.
"Yeah!!"
The axe and claw are staggered and bite together firmly.
Casco hits Grak with his shoulder, trying to push the other side away, but it seems to hit a mountain. Instead, he stumbles backwards and crashes into a row of control systems.
The console was shattered, and the debris scattered, like the petals of spring under the light.
Some bushings were knocked out of the support area of ​​the conveyor belt, smashed on the polished metal floor, and rolled in a mess under the broad daylight.
"Do not do it yet!!!"
Casco roared, pushed away the trash that was in front of him, and rushed towards Grak, stepping on the ground glass slag.
Grak lifted the giant axe and waited for the opponent to come to death.
Suddenly, there was a pungent smell of resin and antiseptic spices in the air, dark, morbid energy flashes like the wrong neurons jumped between the collapsed areas of the factory, the explosion of various colors of flame Twisted into the surface of the wall that was not damaged.
At the same time, whispering quirky harmony like thousands of voices began to flood the entire factory.