Orc Tyrant

In order to resist the impending invasion, Dylenk and a dozen other comrades in arms were asked to enter the depths of the ship to defend key areas.

Most sailors, like Dylank, can only arm themselves in a sad way. Their hands with white knuckles are holding sharp metal fragments or tools. Because the armory was damaged in the previous shelling, they can The weapons distributed are very limited.

He looked around a dark aisle, wondering how his gang of ragged people could block any monsters that broke in?

Even if they only match one of them, all they can do is turn into a meatloaf that sticks to the bottom of each other's boots, or a bait in their mouths.

In the bars and streets of the port, he had heard countless horrible rumors about the monster Ouke, and the pictures in the newspapers made him deepen this impression-they are all three or four meters tall, and they are very powerful. Kim's terrorist killer.

Only one person in the team was holding a real weapon. Their neurotic eyes swept over the sailors. The scarred combat shotgun was hung around his waist. He walked at the end of the team, ready to deal with copycats at any time. Enemy behind.

Dylank stretched out his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead and exhaled a deep breath between his teeth. Now this situation is crazy. He has only seen gang-jumping battles in the age of ancient sailing ships in novels, those describing pirates and captains. The text is very romantic and wonderful, and it is completely different from the current situation.

Boom~!

A shell hit the nearby hull, the bulkhead shook, and the air screamed with twisted metal.

Later, more intense shocks followed, and Dylank grasped the exposed pipeline on the bulkhead in time to stabilize his posture, and did not crash into the wall like several other sailors and then fell on the deck.

The dizzy people stood up swayingly, but a few fell on the ground and did not move, their bodies bent into unnatural angles.

A heavy muffled noise came from the end of the aisle, against the screams of the breaking of the metal plate of the hull. Spots of light appeared on the wall in the distance, and spread rapidly, making the entire aisle lit up-that was countless breakdowns. Bullet holes in the hull.

Dylank's blood froze with the tumbling snuff all around, and he had participated in land combat training and was able to recognize the effects of grenade explosions.

The enemy has boarded the Cod, and it is here!

The sailors looked at the way, their fleeing instincts were in their heads, and the air was filled with the sour smell of fear.

The panic spread and the commotion spread, and more and more people began to rush away from the burning crack at the end of the aisle.

The leader standing behind them roared and threatened, and fired at the passage where they came with a shotgun.

"Come on! Bastard!!"

Bang~!

A thing fell on the ground, a big hole was opened in the chest, and it was covered in blood, and it was impossible to tell whether it was a human or an oak.

The chaotic crowd was frightened and looked back at the torn bulkhead.

In a short moment, silence filled the aisle, and the sailors shook when a low gasp came from the crack.

Immediately afterwards, thick, churning smoke slowly filled the aisle, and stretched out gray tendrils towards them, mixed with the suffocating stench of burning materials.

The sailors quickly saw the figure emerging from the smoke, the green beast wrapped in the barbed armor-Ok.

"They are here!!"

The riot swept through the crowd, they turned around in madness and rushed to the leader collectively, and the other party ordered them to stop with a panic.

During this period, the team leader had been shooting at the passage where they came, and there was no need to aim at all, because there was something approaching there.

Bang Bang Bang~!

Soon, another gunshot sounded, people were blasted off, scattered projectiles tore their bodies, and thick flesh and blood stained the bulkheads.

Dylank rushed to the ground as soon as the gunfire sounded, thus avoiding most of the firepower, but a small rubbing projectile still pierced half of his body and spilled a pool of dirty blood.

"Damn it! Holy Father!"

The pain spread, spreading from his chest like wildfire all over his body. Driven by his anger, he threw forward and hugged something that had just hurt him.

It was a small man with a broken gun in the shape of a horn in his hand, and also had green skin.

Wow!

The opponent kicked and beat, struggling to raise the gun to Dylank's head, and at the same time the smoke pushed in even more.

Dylank hit the opponent with a savage head hammer. He felt his nose break, and his entire face seemed to be squashed under the fiery pain, but he could also feel the opponent's skull shifted.

The opponent let go of his finger in the vagueness, Dylank quickly grabbed the gun from him, and then knocked it out again and again, until the thing was no longer visible.

The blood, flesh and bones on the **** of the rifle flowed into his hands, Dylank got up and waved his hand, raised something not much bigger than a pistol, and wanted to shoot into the smoke.

Bang!

The moment he pulled the trigger, the whole gun burst like a toy, scattered metal fragments hit his body and face, and then fell backward.

"what!!!!!!!"

He covered his face, screamed miserably, and rolled all over the floor.

During this time, even the wailing of the team leader's dying was ignored by him, until an iron shoe was heavily stepped on his chest.

"Well!"

For a moment, he almost vomited his internal organs, and the power felt like a horse kicked his stomach.

Dylank barely opened his eyes and saw a huge green square face, eyes as hot as red coal, and shark-toothed machete covered with minced meat...

At the last moment when consciousness remained, he felt that he was flying, his soul was rising, and then there was boundless darkness.

"Ha! This shrimp is okay, it actually killed me asshole."

Stepping over the stacked corpses and holding Dylank's head still unseen, this kid came to the entrance of the passage. It was also a **** scene at this time. The two boys were cutting out small pieces from their arms with daggers. The body of the sailor leader was nailed to the wall by them, separated by limbs...

"Are you done."

"The next thing is over, there is not one left."

"Okay, the boss said, we stay in this boat."

Having said this, the kid hung Dylank on his waist and walked up the stairs to the bridge. At this time, the Oukes had completely controlled this place, and there were still a few struggling figures pinned to the mast and chimney. , It was the captain and several officers who resisted to the end.

The original navy flag has been replaced by the black flag of Okker, and the Golden Tooth returned to the Tornado and separated from the Cod. They will assemble a team with the Iron Nose and launch a new attack on the remaining **** warships.

The hunt is far from over.

At this time, Leo Semple, the commander of the human **** fleet, is facing a dilemma.