A tide of mutant soldiers rushed towards the Jungle Corps, and the beast-like roars and metal clashes shook the entire forest.
"Charge!
Use your sticks and hammers to smash them into pulp!"
"Oger!
!"
Shouting loudly, Oger urged his men forward.
However, not long after, a mutant sentry stumbled out of the woods and reported to him in panic.
"Centurion Gulu is dead! More than half of his brothers were killed or wounded--"
Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by a violent roar.
"Waste!"
Clenching his fists, Oger's eyes widened, his eyes were bloodshot, and the whites of his eyes were crawling with bloodshot, and his scarlet gums seemed to be bleeding.
There were only about twenty people on the opposite side!
No matter where these humans were, it would only take a few minutes to overwhelm them, and they were not even enough to fill the gaps between the teeth of his brothers!
However, now——
More than 500 brothers under his command were actually bitten by these 20 people, and even a centurion fell!
This was a great shame for him!
"This bunch of good-for-nothings! They are worse than pigs!"
Just as Oger roared angrily, a bloodthirsty long howl passed through the forest, and the forest in front was like being hit by a cannonball, sweeping away the billowing smoke and dust.
The 20 or 30 mutant warriors who had been filled in earlier seemed to be hit by the long howl, and everyone's footsteps paused.
Subconsciously raising his arm to block the smoke and dust, Oger looked in the direction of the noise, and saw two mutant warriors being split in half!
The two machine guns in their arms were shattered into pieces by the whistling claws before they could even fire!
The dark green vent suddenly shrank, and Oger's sight was right on the amber vent.
It was a burly and magnificent death claw, with a mechanical exoskeleton attached to its body, and its hot breath distorted the bloodthirstiness and excitement in its vent.
It was like a hungry velociraptor, finally finding the opportunity to enter the field, and was trembling with excitement for the upcoming hunt.
The most incredible thing was that this alien could actually speak human language!
Oger was stunned for a moment.
Mind interference... Isn't it the technology of their ally, the Torch Church? !
"Welcome to death!"
Facing the mutant warriors rushing up, Junji had no intention of dodging, and gave an excited war cry, and rushed up waving his claws.
The two machine gunners who were the most threatening had been dealt with by him.
Next came the mutant holding the shotgun. Just as he was about to aim, he was whipped away by his tail, and then another claw caught up and pierced the guy's heart directly.
"Oh!"
The mutant screamed in pain, hugged the claw of Junk-kun with both hands, and the muscles of his body were squeezed into pieces of meat.
With the wound healing ability of mutants that is almost like that of Tai, some strong mutants may recover even if their hearts are shot out by bullets.
But if the whole heart is pulled out -
That's another story.
"Die for me!"
The claw inserted into the chest clenched hard, and there was a "puff" sound, and blood mist and minced meat flew out of the mutant's chest.
Staring at the death claw in front of him, the emerald green eyes gradually lost their fierce light, and the thick arms also lost their strength.
"Three!"
With a cruel grin on his face, Junji pulled out his right claw, dropped the corpse, and rushed to the next target.
The mutant who was targeted had a flash of panic in his eyes, and he hastily fired the assault rifle in his hand, but was dodged by the lightning-fast afterimage, and the claw that slashed up directly cut off his entire chin.
The mutant soldier next to him raised his gun to reinforce, but he was surrounded by his own people and couldn't aim at the guy at all.
In just a few breaths, two more mutants with missing arms and legs fell down in a miserable posture.
The sticky plasma completely dyed Junji red, and even the white mist-like breath seemed to have a fishy smell of rust.
He was panting heavily, but he was not tired at all. The ferocity and fighting spirit burning in his eyes became more and more intense.
"Six!"
The mutant warriors around were all stunned by the ferocious beast, and their dark green faces were twisted with anger and fear.
In those savage, bloodthirsty and fearless eyes, there was finally a trace of timidity and fear...
These half-human, half-ghost guys are more ferocious than them!
The strength and bravery they are proud of are vulnerable in front of these guys, and they can't overwhelm them even by relying on numbers.
Even Oger's face flashed a moment of imperceptible panic.
"You bunch of idiots, your number is dozens of times theirs! You can drown the reptile with a mouthful of spit!"
"Charge! Charge together!"
"Roar--!"
Hearing the leader's urging roar, the mutant warriors who hesitated for a moment finally regained the courage to kill.
They are natural hunters, and even more natural warriors!
They regard fighting and honor as their life!
I won't be scared by just a few tough prey!
Using roars to dispel the instinctive fear of creatures, the heavy infantry in heavy armor rushed forward and used thumb-thick steel plates and mallets wrapped with iron wire to hold back the whistling steel claws.
Then several light infantry rushed forward with shotguns, firing continuously at the death claws. Although it was difficult to aim, the shotgun shells restricted his movement trajectory.
"Tsk--"
These greenskins are also quite capable.
After completing the twelve kills, Garbage finally felt a little tired, and glanced at the direction of the midnight chicken killing.
The close combat continued.
Brother Chicken swung his axe and chopped wildly. There were several green-skinned corpses scattered around, but it was not difficult to see clearly, but looking at the sticky bloodstains, it was not difficult to imagine the tragic situation of the battle.
More than half of the Jungle Corps had been killed or wounded!
Although the mutants left nearly a hundred corpses, there were still more than three hundred left. The difference in numbers between the two sides was still huge, and it was becoming increasingly unfavorable to the Jungle Corps.
"Nineteen--!"
After smashing a green head, Junk King retracted his gradually paralyzed claws and was looking for the next prey with his amber child's hole. Suddenly, a strong wind hit from the side.
He ducked and dodged by instinct of fighting. He glimpsed with the corner of his eye that half of the "Iron Wall" exoskeleton hit the tree trunk behind him heavily, and his two legs were hanging on the branches and shaking, and his intestines and meat fell to the ground like a leaking blood bag.
The remaining half was held in the hands of a giant.
He was nearly four meters tall, with a bald head and two big hands like car doors. The black steel seemed to be embedded in his body, with several pipes, like a black tower standing in the forest.
Even Garbage-kun, who stood up straight, looked much smaller in front of him. Although his eyes were drooling, his mouth was drooling, and his uneven teeth even grew out, no one would doubt the strength under his bulging muscles.
"P---"
The long-drawn roar seemed to be his name.
In the Qi tribe, only the bravest warriors were worthy of the name given by the leader, and that name was not only their title and honor, but also their totem!
They would shout out their names to their opponents in a duel, torture them to death in the most cruel way, bathe in their blood to sacrifice the totem given by the leader, and make their souls recite their names, bringing the honor of victory back to the ancestral land.
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The giant mutant bit off the head of the corpse in his hand, swayed and let the blood drip on his head and chest, and made a crunching chewing sound in his mouth, as if chewing some kind of arthropod.
As if they were worried about being accidentally injured by the big old beast, the two-meter-tall mutants nearby all made way and circled a clearing around them.
The fighting in the forest had gradually subsided, and more reinforcements were still coming from behind. Although the corpses piled up into a small hill in the forest, the outcome was no longer in suspense.
They wanted to kill the lizard in the most cruel way and use his blood to show their bravery and cruelty.
They roared rudely to cheer for their warriors.
Hearing the chattering roars and urging, the giant mutant standing there stupidly slowly moved his head and looked at the scarred lizard.
The two eyes seemed like an empty vortex. Just by meeting his gaze, the soul could not help but tremble and daze.
Seeing that guy eating heartily, Jun Laji's scalp went numb, but there was no fear in his amber eyes, but it was filled with burning anger.
The twentieth one——
You are the one!
He exerted force on his feet, and ran towards the giant mutant like lightning, aiming his claws at the guy's knees and ankles.
The bigger the guy, the harder it is to control the center of gravity!
As long as he takes off the guy's legs——
The balance of victory will tip to his side!
A cold light flashed, but the frustration of the sharp blade cutting through flesh and blood did not come.
Jun Laji only felt a numbness in the mouth of the bowl and forearm, as if his steel claws did not cut on the leg, but on a piece of steel.
The moment he passed by the big guy, he caught a glimpse of the guy's back, and his face turned into surprise in an instant.
"Fuck?!"
What the hell is this? !
The steel spine protruded the flesh on the back, and three glass jars were inserted in the middle of the spine, with a yellow-green unknown solution swaying in the cavity.
The dark green skin on his ankles and knees, which had just been cut by his claws, healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he could clearly see that underneath the skin was not flesh and blood, but some kind of alloy!
"P---"
The dull roar was like a ship's whistle. The giant mutant didn't give him time to think, and swung the half-headless corpse in his hand across.
The speed was not slow at all!
There was no way to dodge at that extreme distance!
After being hit hard, the already scarred Garbage King flew out and hit the shaking tree trunk with a sound of winter.
If the group of green-skinned musclemen rushed forward at this time, he would not be able to stop them even if he had three heads and six arms. However, those guys seemed to believe that he was doomed. Instead of rushing forward, they retreated and let him go to the center of the arena.
With a low groan of pain in his throat, Jun Lazi struggled to stand up, unable to tell whether it was the failure of the exoskeleton or the failure of his joints.
At least three bones that he could not name were broken, and his left arm was almost unconscious. Although he was slowly recovering with the talent of "flesh regeneration", his body was close to the limit at this moment, and that little recovery speed could only be said to be better than nothing.
"Damn... they were so cruel!" He coughed, choked on a mouthful of blood, and wanted to raise his claws, but an alarm popped up in front of him.
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"It's so noisy!"
The alarm flashed on the tactical goggles. Looking at the giant mutant striding towards him, Junk-kun gritted his teeth, scratched the pull ring on the inner side of his abdomen with his right claw, hooked it and pulled it outwards.
The chest armor and shoulder armor exploded outwards, and the exoskeleton on his body was like an open umbrella, which completely freed his body while being scrapped.
Looking at the situation in front of him, the giant mutant paused, and a trace of surprise appeared in his stupid eyes.
Junkman glanced at the wreckage on the ground. Although he felt pain in his heart, he did not regret it at all. He stared at the freak with the same fighting spirit and raised his claws covered with blood.
"Come on! Fight hard--"
"Oh oh oh!"
Before he finished speaking, a sudden roar interrupted his words.
I saw a black shadow leaping into the air, falling behind the giant mutant, swinging two axes and chopping heavily.
"Roar!"
After being hit twice on the back by axes, the giant mutant roared in pain, swung his right arm and knocked the man away, then stumbled to the side, and the ground shook when his mountain-like body hit the ground.
The minions around were stunned, and forgot to shout and scream for a moment, and stood there in a daze.
They didn't expect that there was still a human alive, and they didn't expect that he would jump in and disturb their sacred "blood sacrifice".
"Brother Chicken?!" Jun Lazi looked at Midnight Killer Chicken in surprise.
The guy's helmet was completely broken, and his chest armor was covered with pits and dents, and there was a shocking fracture on his shoulder.
Around the gap, the entire shoulder armor sank, as if it was split by a heavy weapon such as an axe.
Garbage could imagine that he was probably knocked unconscious by the mutant's axe and fell to the ground with a thud.
The mutant probably thought he was dead, so he didn't continue to finish him off and rushed here to watch the fun.
"Help me!"
Midnight Killer Chicken roared, threw away the broken axe in his hand, grabbed a stick with a blade strung on wire and rushed up, beating the giant mutant who wanted to get up from the ground.
"Oh!"
The blade was hit and curled, and the giant mutant roared in pain.
Before he got up from the ground, he was hit mercilessly on the face, his nose and eyes were rubbed together, a shocking blood red.
Midnight Killer Chicken gathered all his strength to make the last blow, but the pain from hitting his side waist made him fly out with a muffled groan.
Oger, who was walking into the battlefield with big strides, had just rescued the wailing Pido and was about to shoot the human again when a black shadow as fast as lightning flashed in front of him.
Oger subconsciously dodged, but saw that the claws were not coming for him at all, but chasing Pido who was retreating with his eyes covered.
"No!
!"
His face changed wildly, and it was too late to stop it.
The two claws, like a rake for plowing the field, suddenly slapped together, dug into Pido's thick throat from left and right, and grabbed the blood vessels and tracheal vertebrae.
Then, the lizard pulled back with force!
"Sizzle——"
The sound of flesh and blood being torn was sticky and particularly conspicuous in the silent battlefield.
Pido, who had lost most of his throat and spine, had his huge head instantly lost support and fell on his back shoulder, leaving only half a steel bar standing abruptly.
Blood gushed out like a fountain, floating in the center of the battlefield. The giant mutant, as burly as a hill, slowly knelt down, his knees deeply embedded in the mud.
The whole place was dead silent.
A pair of green eyes stared at the man and the lizard in the center of the battlefield, as well as the gradually falling Pido and their standing leader.
"Twenty..."
Looking back at Midnight Killer who was lying on the ground, Garbage Jun smiled and said, "Sorry, brother, I took a fancy to this head first."
Midnight Killer rolled his eyes and said with a breath.
"Sixteen... You win."
Counting the previous round of shooting, maybe twenty or thirty.
However, the mutants' recovery ability was too strong, and he was not sure whether those guys who fell down were dead or not. He could only log off for a while to watch the drone aerial replay.
The only thing he could be sure of was that those guys whose heads he chopped off would definitely not survive.
In short, he had tried his best.
At this time, someone shouted, and the mutants surrounding him rushed forward and chopped Garbage-kun, who was standing next to the giant mutant, into eight pieces on the spot.
Seeing Garbage-kun gloriously log off, Midnight Killer also planned to disconnect, but at this moment, he saw the cyborg mutant who was suspected to be the BOSS walking towards him.
If he was captured alive, it would be a bit of a waste of time.
So he stopped preparing to log off and wanted to see what this guy was going to do.
At least.
He had to find a way to make him kill himself.
Raising his hand to stop the mutant warrior who was about to cut him into eight pieces, the ugly mutant leader walked in front of him and stopped, looking down at him.
"Name?"
"Hehe..." Midnight Killing Chicken grinned and spat a mouthful of bloody saliva on his leg, "Your father."
Wait.
I will come back!
Oger's expression gradually turned cold, and he stretched out his right hand like a clamp to pinch his head, and his five fingers suddenly began to exert force.
Midnight Killing Chicken looked at him indifferently, with a hint of provocation in his eyes, as if saying "That's it?"
Looking at those eyes, Oger was completely angry, and his thumb and index finger dug into his temple with a "click", pulling down the skull of the eye socket with muscles and flesh.
However, until he died, the man didn't say a word, and looked at him with a mocking expression until the end.
Crushing the eyeball and bones in his hand, Oger's face was expressionless, but he was shocked and angry in his heart.
These human things...
What's going on!
He suddenly regretted that he shouldn't have been angered by this guy. If he took him back and tortured him with the torture instruments in the tribe, he would have been able to get something out of him.
But now, all he got was a white brain and a piece of sticky meat...
At this time, a sentinel wearing animal skins ran over with a grunt and knelt on one knee in front of him.
"Oger!"
Oger looked at him coldly.
"Speak."
The mutant sentinel's shoulders trembled involuntarily when he was looked at by that cold gaze, and he quickly spoke in a grumbling voice.
"There are no two-legged animals in the town, nor four-legged animals. All residents are gone, the houses are empty, and the apostle of the church is not found..."
Before he finished speaking, a wounded centurion came over, leaned over and nodded.
"Oger... We died 220 people, 50 were seriously injured. There is also a centurion, a big guy, and five vehicles."
"Ah!
! Ah——!"
Oger, who couldn't stop his anger, raised his head and roared angrily.
He had never been so embarrassed!
Five or six hundred brothers were beaten to death by twenty or so guys, and more than two hundred were killed!
What made him even more unacceptable was that the human who killed his brother and wore power armor did not appear from beginning to end!
He seemed to have seen the mocking faces in the tribe.
The trees beside him rustled and shook, and the whole forest seemed to tremble under his anger.
With veins popping out of his neck, he looked at the sentry kneeling on one knee and shouted an order.
"The village is burned! No house is left!"
"Yes!" The sentry hurriedly took the order and stood up and trotted away.
Still not satisfied, Oger looked at the centurion in front of him with a fierce look on his face and asked breathlessly.
"Where is the nearest village?"
The centurion answered in a muffled voice.
"Hope Town, 30 kilometers to the east!"
"Follow me!"
Oger looked at the minions around him and continued to shout at the top of his voice, "Flatten them! Let those two-legged animals run away crying and shouting! Tell them who is the master here!"
Although it was already the parish of the Torch Church and the sheepfold of the tribe, Oger was very angry!
So many brothers died, he had to bring back at least 400 heads to shut up the guys who laughed at him and satisfy the great leader!
He will kill until he is satisfied!
No one can persuade him!
"Where are the corpses?" The centurion looked at his leader, waiting for orders with anticipation.
Those guys are different from the two-legged animals that can only run away, and they must taste different!
He drooled with greed.
And his leader did not disappoint him.
"Keep the head, cook the rest! Oger will chop off the head when he is full!" Oger roared loudly, and the mutants around him cheered excitedly.
"Ahhh!"
A big fire broke out in Dust Town, and thick smoke billowed up.
It's a pity that the residents here have evacuated, and they can't have a feast on the sea of corpses.
A group of mutants ran to the truck with a grunt, took down the big pot and cooking utensils tied to the truck, and started a fire unscrupulously near the forest.
The pot was bubbling, and the wild heads were chattering. The ballad that no one could understand was filled with an indescribable chill.
It was like the smell of coagulated blood.
At this moment, the group of greenskins who were eating together did not notice that on the hillside not far away, a pair of dark green eyes were quietly watching them, and then quietly disappeared into the shadow of the woods, as if they had never been there...