Orc Tyrant

She heard the thunder roar of automatic weapons and more screams behind her.

Io stopped abruptly on the cold metal floor, tilted his head so that the helmet's sensor system read the surrounding environment, and input the analysis results to her.

It was nearby, she suddenly appeared in a corridor before, let it see herself clearly, and immediately turned around and ran wild after grabbing the other's attention.

The monster could recognize that this was another assassin, and it was hunting, but this did not prevent him from stopping along the way and killing any humans that unfortunately appeared in his sight.

These green-skinned killers are just like that, even if they are bloodthirsty and violent, and follow their barbaric instincts, they are still methodical.

Wherever they passed, there was no livelihood, only dead bodies.

Ai Ou waited quietly, shaking his body on tiptoe, ready to continue to escape the moment it appeared.

According to the intelligence gathered by the planners from the chaotic factory, the catastrophic accident happened after Casco appeared. They still underestimated the resistance of an Occan warlord to toxins and witchcraft, and the armor they wore. It looks simple and crude like scrap iron, but the actual effect is not worse than that of armor forged by homogeneous steel.

In fact, they didn't plan to get any results from the ambush. It was just a trial, a drill for real action. They needed an approximate target, and this red butcher was a very accurate target.

Unexpectedly, they were out of the basket in this way, and the shadow blade was going to kill the target. They even informed them before the action was launched that the selected "exercise" target had become their target. .

However, even after experiencing fierce battles and unprepared, it killed them easily.

Thor made a fatal mistake. They didn’t really estimate the environment. This is easy to understand. Considering Ok’s behavior pattern, if you don’t prioritize the warlords, nearby Ok will eventually gather, but it will cost you. The time on the warlord's body gave the Ouke crazy wizard a chance to start, allowing him to use an incredible teleportation to send a whole dozen Ouke to Thor.

So, the ending becomes very bad.

The only thing to be happy about was that Casco, who had died in suspended animation, escaped in the chaos. At least their improvised team had not suffered any casualties during this "exercise."

"Io? Where are you?"

The planner's voice neighed in her helmet.

"The furnace room, facing west."

She replied briefly.

"waiting."

"I have mastered his position."

The planner was obviously quite proud of his achievements, but Iota lowered his head and glanced at the miniature pistol on his right wrist, thinking about how to deal with it.

"He is not an animal, he will find you following him."

"Grab his attention,"

The other party answered like this.

She didn't speak again, because at this moment the red butcher suddenly appeared at the corner of the corridor, his thick and strong body muscles knotted.

A hint of white gas emerged from under his helmet, and with each of his movements, Io could recognize the pulsation of blood vessels buried under his opponent's bare skin.

Glak was covered with blood from head to toe, he stopped, growled like an engine, and stared at her with a dull chuckle.

He was holding a machine gun in his hand with blood dripping from the barrel.

Afterwards, Grak pointed her broken gun at her.

"you--"

His voice is rough.

"fast."

Perhaps it was a threat-he promised that he would kill her soon, or praised her skill and regarded Io as a worthy prey.

But it didn't matter, he charged like a furious bull in the next moment.

She fired a bunch of transparent needles at the opponent, and at the same time used a light backflip to open the distance.

The shining needle hit the torso of the Ouk warlord and buried him in his thick chest, but the violent killer just snorted them off.

Io turned and stood in front of an oval-shaped outer door, and the planner's voice came again.

"Is he there?"

He asked urgently.

"I... I suddenly had a hard time reading its location..."

Io smiled bitterly. The Ouke Mad wizard she least wanted to see must have appeared nearby, and they could disrupt many common witchcraft detection mechanisms.

"Oh, he is here."

Io answered while running.

"He will kill me in one hundred and ten seconds."

This is based on the prediction made by Grak's previous killings.

"I'm trying."

The planner said with a new sense of urgency.

"Don't worry."

Suddenly, the warlord stopped and looked at her with his head tilted.

Iou took a deep breath, sank into the depths of his own mind, and activated the energy matrix built into the stealth suit, expanding the cobweb-like range of influence from physical space to phantom void.

However, this process is very slow.

If she was playing against a wizard, she could completely drain the opponent in the blink of an eye and turn his energy into her own use.

But at this moment, she can only draw strength from the most common air, heat and life. She feels the [Shion] behind her slowly opening like a pupil-but she knows that she has no time to fully recharge.

This set of equipment on her body is a holy relic of the Kaimon Church. It flowed into the empire during the Great Separation of the East and West Churches. At first everyone thought it was a weapon used by a certain saint, but only recently did everyone understand it. It turned out that this was a long-lost anti-psionic combat suit from the Citizens Temple.

After learning that this set of prehistoric relics was still preserved in the East Kaimon Church, the Citizens Temple asked the Empire to return it-but think about it, whether it is religious or practical, neither the Empire nor the Shadow Prince Will agree.

Of course, the two sides did not tear their faces. The technicians of the Citizen Temple can still access this weapon to facilitate their research on the ancient technology.

But now, as [Saint Maiden of Ziyuan] Io didn't have the mind to think about so much. She had to hold her own life now to keep this precious set of weapons.

"Fancy bells and whistles."

The warlord let out a deep laugh, bent down to hold a short and thick steel pipe protruding from a pillar, tore it off in the splashing sparks, and then rushed over with the iron rod-the ripper is here He threw it to the ceiling in the previous battle, but it hasn't taken it down now.

Io's face was calm, Shion's power gradually reached its peak, but as she expected, Grak had entered the attack range and would never hesitate.

"Waaaagh!!!"

However, before Io could unleash the power of his own anti-psionic weapon, Grak suddenly threw the guy in his hand, and the iron rod immediately hit her in the chest, knocking her to the corpse-covered outside the door. In the courtyard.

"Well--"

Io noticed that she had broken several ribs. She fell on a shallow pile of corpses and sprayed a mouthful of blood into the helmet.

She is not dead, which means he wants to play with his prey.

They called it the Red Devils because of the rare red in Ouke.

All Ouke is a natural violent maniac, but he is one of the best. In all the areas he conquered, the residents have been killed.

"No way—"

Io tried to get up and saw another big grinning face enter his vision through the helmet and goggles.

Grak held her ankle and threw her across the courtyard with ease.

This time the strength of landing was slowed by a lawn, but she was still shocked and let out a faint cry of pain.

In her ears, the planner was chattering about retreat, but it had nothing to do with her.

Io concentrated on getting Shion to fire.

If it is destined to die, she must kill it herself, crushing its frantic thinking with a stream of pure void energy.