Orc Tyrant

Under the dim light, the sound of weapons strikes echoed in the training hall.

Jamila, wrapped in a black carapace, faced three mechanically-driven combat armors in a training cage, their armed arms were still, and she was savoring the calmness of the battle before it began.

Without warning, the three machines suddenly activated, and the spherical joints and gimbal that fixed them to the ceiling allowed them to move unrestricted around her.

A metal stick was handed out, and Jamila stepped aside, and then dodged the attack on her head and the stabbing dart fired at the abdomen one after another, with her long brown hair tied tightly behind her head.

The nearest robotic arm launched a series of savage blows, but Jamila calmly blocked them one by one with the miniature stand shield of her forearm, and the huge impact brought her back, and for a moment she lifted her leg towards A fierce kick in front of him caused a battle armor that was rushing forward to roll backwards.

The third machine made an uppercut towards her head, and when the blow was about to touch her head, she rolled out like a flexible cat.

She tasted the dust and rust, and smiled.

When the first machine pounced on her, she leaped up quickly, the arcing blade in her hand flashed, cutting the side of the machine, and stepped forward to report a series of thousands to the machine. Jun heavy punch.

The mechanical glove of the left hand was in the arc, slamming heavily on the hard steel body.

With the sound of metal breaking, the mechanical armor fixed to the ceiling was twisted off, and as she was observing its destruction, she almost received another slam on the side of her head.

Jamila knelt on one knee, feeling the miraculous medicine in the blood pumping new power into her body in response.

When a metal stick struck her, she jumped up and slammed the glove on its side, causing the weapon to get rid of it. As the opponent was disarmed, Yamila bullied herself up, and a bear grabbed her. Staying in this machine, turn it around and face the last dart that was shot at him by the armor.

All three spikes shot into the armor she was holding, leaving it riddled with holes.

She pushed it aside, and then moved around the last machine, feeling her vitality more than ever before. Her body sang for the pleasure of destruction, and even the slight muscle twitching seemed to flow in the limbs. Tonic.

The last machine also turned vigilantly, seeming to realize that it was already alone.

Jamila fisted and feinted, and the armor flashed to the side. She took the opportunity to hit the side of the machine with a fierce roundabout, and it stopped its movement.

She shook her head and jumped like a boxer, waiting for the machine to restart.

But it remained motionless, and finally she realized that she had ruined it.

With a sudden exhaustion, she opened the training cage and returned to the hall.

Knowing that an engineer must have been sent to repair the damaged machinery, Jamila closed the training cage and walked straight to her personal lounge.

Dozens of men and women are training in the hall. Some of them are practicing weapon skills, while others are maintaining perfect physique through simple physical exercises. Among them are acquaintances of Yamila, but she has no interest in greeting them now.

Jamila opened the door of her lounge, and the smell of ointment and metal grinding powder immediately filled her nasal cavity. The walls here were undecorated steel, and at the foot of one of the walls was a simple bed.

She took off her body armor and hung it on a shelf by the pool, while the sword and gloves were placed in the storage box beside the bed.

The sweat from training wetted her underwear. Jamila picked up a towel from the pole by the pool, wiped her sweat off, put on a new gray blouse, and threw herself on the bed, thinking What to do next.

On a metal-bound bookshelf beside the bed, there are "Materialism Notes", "Biography of Kaimon" and "Unity". Not long ago, she was reading them with joy, but now they are dull and boring.

Beside these works are the three-volume historical novel she borrowed from the library. She stretched out her hand and took a copy, ready to appreciate some incredible history of this world.

The series of books is called "The History of the Long Night", which is the most simple and easy-to-understand work she has read so far. In particular, the preface is still a biography written by an anonymous author for herself. Many hints have been added to the reading of the text.

咚咚~!

A soft knock on the door interrupted Yamila's reading. She thought for a few seconds who would come to her at this time, and then she pressed the button on the bedside.

The door opened, and the smiling face of Sunny Boy Alexei appeared behind the door, with two cans of drinks in his hands.

"Did I bother you?"

"not at all."

Alexei walked in. He was dressed in casual clothes. This was a attire that Jamila had never seen before. With short sleeves and shorts, shoes with nails, and a lot of sweat, he seemed to have just played some intense exercise. .

Jamila stood up, twisted the towel dry and handed it in front of him.

"A wonderful game, it's a pity that you didn't come."

The boy's tone was full of regret, and Jamila did not speak, but sat back on the edge of the bed.

"You must have never seen it before, a football game."

"There are so many things I haven't seen."

Perceiving the loss in the opponent's words, Alexei hesitated for a while, and then carefully sat next to the opponent.

"You have adapted well. I heard that you have the best score among the 7th recruits. You must know that many people have been trained since childhood, and you..."

"Maybe, but it's not enough."

Jamila's shoulders collapsed, and she couldn't comment on her experience during this time.

After meeting Alexei and the others, she and others were taken to an organization called the Citizen Temple. This is an incredible force in which she learned a lot of truths that completely subverted her worldview. For example, the Kaimon Church is actually just a branch of the Citizen Temple. Kaimon himself was one of the nine members of the Supreme Council of Citizens.

Their origin stems from a period of dark history called Long Night. During that time, the entire human civilization was devastated. The specific details have not yet been learned by Jamila, only that the Citizen Temple was originally built by a group of workers. Formed with soldiers, they hid in the deep underground refuge city, avoided the catastrophe of the long night, and preserved the glorious fire of mankind’s past.

And this city is the underground military fortress named Utopia where she is now.

After the long night, human civilization regressed drastically. In order to rebuild civilization, the Supreme Council at that time decided to implement a plan-repeat.

The details of the specific opportunities are only clear to the upper level of the temple. After that, the entire Citizens Temple has escaped into the dark side of history, carefully preserving the magical technology of the past, and acting as a guardian to protect the development of the entire human civilization, which has been passed on from generation to generation. .

Alexei is a native of Utopia, his father is also currently one of the members of the Supreme Council.

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