Chapter 857: Tyre! (2)

Namat brought the fewest kids, because he believed a thousand kids on a dirty car roof.
After a brief sighting, the dirty cars surrounding the circle opened fire.
Boom~~~~~!
The hot shells fired out of the barrel and shot towards the center of the arc. Everything within the damage area was destroyed immediately.
The temporary defense line constructed by mankind finally collapsed after the addition of dirty car tanks.
Then Shabal took the opportunity to immediately launch another round of salvo.
"All for me!!!! This one is for me!"
Grak stood up and rushed to the already chaotic human camp, the tearer in his hand whistling with death.
The surviving defenders are scattered throughout the camp, and the organization no longer exists. They can only fight on their own.
Taking advantage of the confusion, Grak broke into a group of stupid shrimps, inserted serrations between the flesh and meat, while holding the pistol in his other hand and shooting continuously-when he was interested, he did not exclude target shooting.
In the center of the crowd, he saw a shrimp chief wearing a military coat shouting and directing his bodyguard.
This somewhat bluffed Shrimp holds a shiny long sword that is still bleeding, and raises a gun in the other hand.
Seems to be a good goal.
Escaped from a tricky bayonet, dancing the ripper with impulse, Grake cut off the heads of all the shrimps who dared to invade by his side, and then shot the guns at his shrimps.
Then the warlord threw away his pistol and strode toward the shrimp boss.
This head, he is going to fix it!
On the other side of the camp, Batka burned a green energy flame.
"Meng Shui Meng Shui~ 咻~!"
Thinking of incomprehensible sentences, he swiped the stick into a huge crescent shape, releasing energy to a group of screaming humans.
His left hand jumped with a javelin-like lightning, chasing the running humans, and burned them into coke after finding the bunker in vain.
As a pervert kid, he tried to find something useful on the battlefield-the first level of a wizard.
As the lines of defense disintegrated, the executioners used the chaos of humans to try to organize their defenses and fought in the broken camp.
The soldiers can only use bayonet to fight the muscles and sharp teeth.
Despite being a veteran in battle, the huge difference in strength made this war gradually evolve into a slaughter. The flying limbs and the spring-like blood made the originally dry land become muddy and slippery.
At the same time, Grak walked through the camp as easily as a walk, and the commander who walked to humanity almost repelled the rushing soldiers.
Nothing can hinder him now.
Shrimp boss saw him coming, red eyes suddenly burned wildly, raised a gun and shot a string of bullets.
Ding Ding Ding~!
The bullet hit Grak’s armor and landed on the ground, cutting the armor into several small holes and scraping off the bright red paint.
One or two bullets penetrated into the gap between the nails and shot into the flesh.
There was a brief pain in his limbs, but Oak's dull nerves had already turned off the ability to feel pain, and with his strong waaagh position, even the blood coagulated at the moment of the wound.
"Waaaaaagh!!!"
He speeded up the last few steps and jumped high towards the shrimp boss, and the blood dripping from the ripper's sawtooth made a decaying arc.
Boom!
Suddenly, a rush of energy rushed in, making a deep cut in Graco's breastplate and tossing him into the dirt aside.
The shrimp boss put his hands down, the wind blew his hat off, and the hairless head was blowing light blue smoke, and the bean-sized sweat beads dripping down his chin.
As the energy gathered, a tattoo appeared on his head, a blood worship tattoo...
"Damn!"
Grak stood up on the spot, dancing the ripper.
Without hesitation, he again attacked the bald shrimp boss, the gleaming sawtooth rang in the endless fierce stabs.
But the mysterious wizard officer was equally agile, constantly using his sword to block Grak’s weapons, and using a series of fierce energy attacks to counterattack.
"Smelly shrimp!"
Grak stepped up the offensive with his furious determination, trying his best with every blow.
But he seemed to be in slow motion, and the shrimp always blocked his attack very easily.
Click!
A green lightning bolt suddenly hit the wizard officer behind him, knocking him trembling.
"Batka! Who told you to do more business!!!"
Grak yelled to pierce Shrimp Boss' chest, then pressed the roaring serration into the creature's abdomen and cut it completely with a vicious upswing.
The mysterious wizard suddenly split in half under a heavy blow, and died before falling to the ground.
Throughout the camp, the remaining soldiers erupted in grief.
They turned and tried to escape, but were easily shot by other boys.
"Grak?"
Batka flashed to Grak's side, his hand on the other's armor covered with depressions and scratches.
"You almost overturned."
"You haven't died yet!"
Grak replied, wondering why Batka was so fussed.
"This is good, this is good..."
Batka quietly hid his head in the pocket with a trick while talking.
The other Oaks began to patrol the battlefield, kicking each corpse in turn to ensure that they were indeed dead, and then added a shot to the forehead of the wounded soldiers who were still moaning, or dismembered them with a sharp blade.
"This battle is very good."
Batka quietly moved away from the warlord, then pointed his battle stick to the rear, and Guk's battle flag was approaching.
"After you have seen the overlord, you should let the severe pain boy deal with the wound."
Grak looked down at the armor ~ EbookFREE.me ~ only to notice how much damage it suffered.
The paint was scratched, and the nails were covered with depressions, cracks, and holes. He couldn’t remember having suffered such an attack.
"Okay, I will, how are you today... wait!"
Just realizing that something was wrong, Butka disappeared in place with a sneer.
Grak stood alone in the middle of the battlefield, a little annoyed that his loot was stolen, but the shrimp was eventually wiped out, which was a good night of slaughter.
"The blood-religious Archbishop Tyro Pyromond is dead like that? Ha, this is really funny."
Looking at the head in his pocket, Wendigo's messenger raised a sneer in the corner of his mouth, and then he immediately frozen the head with witchcraft, and then turned and said to Batka:
"Thank you very much for your help, boss Batka, this is what you want."
The man raised his hand as a gentleman, and the two servants in black robes carried a huge box full of scriptures and silver chains.
"Oh?"
Batka rubbed his hands, tore off those chains, and then opened the box violently.
A thin and tan woman wrapped around the tan cloth with twisted limbs twisted together. The facial features and chest were staring at the wooden pegs. The thin woman suddenly appeared in the box, and on her chest, a orange yellow evil eye, Feeling the approach of creatures, I woke up immediately.
"Interesting! Interesting!"
Feeling Xie Zuo's eyes swept over him, Batka applauded happily instead, and the Wendigo messenger on the side kept back.
"Batka boss, please be careful... use her, this is a very dangerous enchanter."
"I get it, I get it, let's go and let the overlord know it's not good."
"Then I will go first."