Orc Tyrant

"What!?"

The fierce battle in the City of Shadows was raging, and when Uquet was about to hit the enemy head-on, a strange scene appeared.

Those palace guards wearing dark purple armor actually flew!

Surrounded by the incandescent energy arc, they jumped over the heads of the approaching Occan forces, and slashed down with a gleaming leaf-shaped blade from their wrists.

Uquet felt the strong wind above his head, and instinctively rolled and avoided the shadow of the sword, but there were still more than a dozen warriors by his side who were instantly beheaded.

The charged blade easily cut through their armor.

"What weird shrimp."

He slipped into the water and found that the water only reached his waist.

Above his head, Ok, who had been concealed heavy machine guns pouring into the palace, pours out his anger, but the boys are still moving forward, firing blindly with their usual unorganized nature, even with the weird appearance of the palace guards. Did not disrupt their behavior patterns.

boom!

Suddenly, a corpse fell into the water next to Uquet, the head was blown up, and blood poured into the water to form a scarlet flower.

Boss Oak saw that the guards were too fast and the steering was too fast, and conventional tactics could not threaten them.

So he can only use some unconventional methods.

At this time, a guard screamed and swooped toward him, and Uquete could see the fine lines on the man's armor, the blood vessel-like miniature gold threads on the chest and leg armor, and the inscriptions on the mask.

The guard glide down like a seabird, shooting a bright sharp blade from his wrist.

And the cry he made was like a predatory nocturnal animal, as if it were some kind of speculation in Uquet.

The people who fought with them were by no means humans.

"Come on shrimp!"

Uquet flicked the opponent's attack with a knife, and then jumped high to meet the enemy.

The guard twisted his body in the air, trying to avoid the blow, but he was already too close, like a fish caught in a net.

Uquet snarled and swung the machete, and the crackling blade tore through the opponent's armor, cutting off the guard's arm.

Blood gushed from the huge wound on the shoulder, and the guard rolled and fell into the water.

Uquitt fell down with the dead man almost at the same time, and splashed a spray of water.

At this time, the turbulent Oak Brigade finally came into contact with the enemy.

A volley of pistols swept across the island, and the soldiers relentlessly approached the remaining enemies, and the palace guards began to retreat gradually, forming an increasingly compact circular line.

The corpses of the guards in armor were piled together, and the artificial lake turned pink, full of corpses.

And the erected machine guns also began to tear at those machine gun secret guards at high places. At this time, any supernatural swiftness could not save them, because the entire vault was turned into a killing field by dense barrage.

The guards fell one by one, and the bullet penetrated their armor, taking away their twisted lives.

The leader of the Black Talon squad came to Uquet's side, he smiled ferociously, and the idea of ​​being able to fight more humans made him extremely happy.

"They are running away."

Uquet pointed a knife at a passage behind the lake.

"Don't let them find a foothold, continue to rush."

"I understand, but I have a message."

The leader of the Black Talon team muttered:

"Gough's kid came from the north, but it doesn't seem to be a lot under the mountain root."

"Are they still there?"

"It sounds like they are in trouble, so they plan to kill every shrimp nearby."

"Ha! Let them go, those idiots have always been this virtue."

Uquette said with a smile, enjoying his superiority.

For Oak, nothing can match this feeling, but it will gradually dim over time, so Oaks must defeat more enemies to satisfy their desire to fight. This is their way of survival. .

Fight, fight, fight again,

"After cleaning up this place, we go to have real fun."

Uquette announced his plan aloud to the Talon bosses.

"You follow too! If you can't keep up, then go and play with Gough's Shabi."

Afterwards, his soldiers cheered and followed Uquete to the heart of the palace.

Every kid wants to appear in the most beautiful position on the battlefield, holding the enemy's head high above the city wall, so that the entire battlefield can see it.

This is the timeless display of capital in the tavern.

After breaking through the guard's blockade, Uquet dashed all the way to the end of the passage. Along the way, he contacted the seven or eight enemies who had attacked from all directions.

And the kid who followed him gradually decreased, but he didn't care.

Until the end, Uquette stopped abruptly in front of a room that looked like some kind of throne hall.

This place is very weird. The floor is inlaid with unimaginable fine patterns and engraved with densely packed words that seem to be constantly surging.

The boys behind him have been firing, bullets flying across the room, splashing countless fragments of colored stone bricks.

Uquet realized that something was wrong, and rushed to look for cover next to a huge statue.

A burst of music reverberated around him, filling the central spire of the palace, and the crystal chandelier hung in the stamens of this magnificent marble flower, trembling and flickering in the roar below.

The room is full of various musical instruments, manipulated by many puppets, playing a blurry and degenerate melody together.

In the center of the hall, a huge organ is next to rows of gold-encrusted bells, and the tubes growing from it penetrate the milky morning light.

In the rows of bronze cages are placed a kind of nightmare-like creatures. They are made up of carapace and woven human tissue. The towering backpack twitches like a shrimp shell. The huge and murderous claws and profits are floating in four floating attachments Swing gently on the limbs.

They seem to have no heads, only a row of insect-like compound eyes and eel mouthparts, and gill-like vocal organs on both sides of their bodies, singing blindly and fanatically.

"What's this again!?"

Uquet was shocked, and at the same time the strings in the hall began to sound with gunfire, the bullets began to tear the puppets, and the discordant tone roared.

Stormy bullets flew everywhere, the whole room was filled with hot metal and death, fighting and music were no different in terms of noise.

Uquet felt that just being immersed in the roaring noise filled his limbs with energy, every screaming tone, every roaring bullet, filled his senses with violence. desire.

Heavy metal music has always been Oak's favorite.

He stuck his head out from behind the statue. Such a deep and swift assault made him tired and excited. They fought and advanced in the palace, killed thousands of soldiers, and finally broke into this room.

From his cover position, Uquet saw himself in the middle of the second floor of musical instruments, with the singer's platform in front of him.

A stalwart throne was facing him, and the ornate crafts made of gold and emerald were surrounded by a circle of pulpit, on which were placed heavy music scores.

The bullets blasted a sheet of music into fragments, and suddenly there was a blizzard of confetti with notes floating around the throne.

The palace guards gathered at the other end of the throne room, surrounded by a tall figure wearing an inky black armor. The man was surrounded by various metal pipes, with something that looked like a fascia and skeleton protruding from behind.

If Yuhijin was present, he would definitely recognize that this tall figure was the former Nutans.

But now, he has taken off his mortal body and has become another existence.

Shadow Nightmare.