Chapter 567 Bloody battle between jungles!

  Tides of mutant soldiers rushed towards the jungle corps. The collision of beast-like roars and metallic cries shook the entire forest.

   "Come on! Smash them to pieces with your clubs and hammers!"

   "Ogg!!"

   Shouting loudly, Ogg urged his subordinates to move forward.

  However, not long after, a mutant sentry stumbled out of the woods and reported to him with a frightened expression.

   "Centurion Gollum is dead! More than half of his brothers were killed or killed—"

   Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by a violent roar.

   "Trash!"

  Clenching his fists tightly, Ogg's eyes were wide open, his canthus were about to split open, the whites of his eyes were streaked with blood, and his scarlet gums seemed to be bleeding from grinding.

   There are only about twenty people on the opposite side!

  No matter where these human beings are placed, it will only take a few minutes to submerge them, and it is not even enough to put a gap between his brothers' teeth!

   But now—

  The more than 500 brothers under his command were bitten abruptly by the number 20 man, and even felled a centurion!

   This is a great shame to him!

   "This group of idiots! They are worse than pigs!"

   Just as Ogg was roaring angrily, a bloodthirsty long howl passed through the forest, and the forest in front of him seemed to be hit by a shell, billowing smoke and dust.

  The twenty or thirty mutant warriors that were filled in earlier seemed to be hit by the long roar, and everyone's footsteps were stopped.

   Subconsciously raised his arm to block the smoke and dust, Ogg looked in the direction of the movement, just in time to see two mutant fighters being cut into two!

  The two machine guns held in their arms were smashed into pieces by the roaring claws before they could fire!

  The dark green pupils shrank suddenly, and Ogg's eyes met the amber pupils.

  It was a burly and majestic death claw, with a mechanical exoskeleton attached to its body, and its hot breath distorted the bloodthirsty and excitement in its pupils.

  It is like a hungry and thirsty raptor, finally found the time to enter the arena, and is trembling with excitement for the upcoming hunt.

   And the most incredible thing is that this alien species can speak human language!

  Ogg was stunned for a moment.

  Psychic interference... Isn't it the technology of their allies, the Church of the Torch? !

   "Meet death!"

   Facing the mutant warriors rushing up, Mr. Garbage had no intention of dodging, let out an excited battle roar, and rushed up waving his sharp claws.

   The two most threatening machine gunners have been dealt with by him.

   Then there was the mutant holding a shotgun. Just as he was about to aim, he was sent flying by his tail, and then caught up with another claw, directly smashing through the guy's heart.

   "Ou—!"

  The mutant screamed in pain, and hugged Jun Jun's paw with both hands, and the muscles all over his body were squeezed into lumps.

  With mutants' ability to heal wounds close to that of mutants, some strong mutants may recover even if their hearts are blasted by bullets.

   But if it's ripped out in its entirety—

   That's another story.

   "Die to the Lord!"

  The sharp claw inserted into the chest squeezed hard, and there was a "poof", and blood mist and minced meat shot out from the mutant's chest.

   Staring at Death Claw in front of him, the emerald green pupils gradually lost their fierce light, and his thick arms lost their strength.

   "Three!"

  With a cruel grin on the corner of his mouth, Mr. Trash pulled out his right paw abruptly, dropped the corpse, and then rushed to the next target.

  A trace of panic flashed in the eyes of the mutant who was being targeted, and the assault rifle in his hand fired hastily, but was flashed by the afterimage that was as fast as lightning, and the raised claw directly cut off the entire chin.

  The mutant soldier next to him raised his gun and wanted to reinforce him, but he was surrounded by his own people, so he couldn't aim at that guy at all.

   During these few breaths, in the blink of an eye, two mutants without arms and legs fell down in a miserable posture.

  The viscous plasma completely dyed Garbage Jun red, and even the white mist-like breath seemed to have a stench of rust.

  He was panting heavily, but he didn't feel tired at all. Instead, the ferocity and fighting spirit burning in his pupils increased even more.

"six!"

  The mutant warriors around were all overwhelmed by this ferocious beast, and their dark green faces were distorted with anger and panic.

  In those pair of savage, bloodthirsty and fearless pupils, a trace of timidity and fear finally appeared...

   These half-human, half-ghosts are more brutal than they are!

  The strength and bravery they are proud of are vulnerable to these guys, even if they rely on numbers, they cannot be overwhelmed.

  Even Ogg's face flashed an imperceptible panic.

   "You idiots, your number is dozens of times that of them! Each of you can drown that reptile with a mouthful of saliva!"

   "Rush up for me! Rush up together!"

"Roar-!"

  Hearing the leader's urging roar, the mutant warrior who hesitated for a moment finally regained the courage to kill.

   They are born hunters, and even more so, born fighters!

   They regard battle and honor as life!

   Don’t be frightened by a few difficult prey!

  Using a roar to dispel the instinctive fear of the creature, the heavy infantry in heavy armor stepped forward, using a steel plate with the thickness of a thumb and a mallet wrapped in iron wire to resist the steel claws that whizzed.

   Then a few light infantrymen charged up with shotguns and fired at the Death Claw. Although it was difficult to aim, they also restricted his movement trajectory with the shotgun.

"cut-"

   This group of green skins also have some tricks.

  After completing the Twelve Kills, Mr. Garbage finally felt a little strenuous. From the corner of his eye, he glanced at the direction of the Chicken Killed at Midnight.

   The hand-to-hand fighting continues.

  Brother Chicken slashed wildly with his axe. A few green-skinned corpses scattered beside him could not be seen clearly, but it was not difficult to imagine the brutality of the battle by looking at the sticky blood.

  The Jungle Corps has suffered more than half of the casualties!

  Although the mutants dropped nearly a hundred corpses, there are still more than three hundred left. The gap between the two sides is still huge, and it is becoming more and more unfavorable to the Jungle Corps.

"nineteen-!"

   smashed a green head, Jun Jun retracted his gradually paralyzed sharp claws, and was looking for the next prey with amber pupils, when suddenly a strong wind came from the side.

Relying on the instinct of fighting, he flashed by, and he caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye, half of the "iron wall" exoskeleton hit the tree trunk behind him heavily, his two legs were dangling from the branches, intestines and pieces of meat It fell to the ground like a leaked blood bag.

  The remaining half was held in the hands of a giant.

  He is nearly four meters tall, with a bare head, two big hands like car doors, and black steel seems to be embedded in his body, covered with several pipelines, like a black tower standing in the forest.

  Even the garbage man who straightened up is more than a little smaller in front of him. Although his pupils were slack, the corner of his mouth was hanging, and his uneven teeth even grew outside, but no one would doubt the strength under those swollen muscles.

   "Pi—many—"

   That drawn-out growl seemed to be his name.

  In the Qi tribe, only the bravest fighters are worthy of being named by the leader, and that name is not only their title and honor, but also their totem!

They will call out their names to their opponents in a duel, torture them to death in the most cruel way, bathe their blood to sacrifice the totem given by the leader, and make their dead souls recite their names, bringing back the honor of victory. The land of the ancestors.

   These are all written in the official website settings!

  The giant mutant bit off the head of the corpse in his hand, dangling to let the blood drenched his head and chest, chewing with his mouth creaking, as if he was chewing some kind of arthropod.

   It seemed that they were worried about being accidentally injured by this big guy, and the mutants who were two meters tall next to them gave way one after another, and circled an open space around them.

  The fighting in the forest has gradually subsided, and more reinforcements are still coming from behind. Although the corpses are piled up in the forest, there is no suspense about the outcome.

  They want to kill this lizard in the most cruel way, and use his blood to show their bravery and cruelty.

   They roared rudely, cheering on their warriors.

  Hearing the screaming and urging, the giant mutant standing there stupidly moved his head slowly, staring at the scarred lizard.

  The pair of pupils are like hollow vortexes, just looking at them, the soul throbs and trances involuntarily.

  Looking at that guy eating so much, Mr. Garbage's scalp tingled for a while, but there was no timidity in the amber pupils, but filled with burning anger.

  Twentieth—

   That's it!

   With a sudden force on both feet, he ran towards the giant mutant like lightning, and his claws aimed at the guy's knees and ankles.

  The bigger the body, the harder it is to control the center of gravity!

   Just take off the guy's legs—

  The balance of victory will pour to his side!

   There was a flash of cold light, but the frustration of the sharp blade cutting through the flesh did not come.

  Jun Garbage only felt numbness at the mouth of the bowl and forearm, as if his steel claws were not chopped on the leg, but on a lump of steel.

  The moment he passed the big guy, he caught a glimpse of the guy's back out of the corner of his eye, and his face turned into surprise for a moment.

   "Fuck?!"

   What the **** is this? !

  The steel spine protruded from the flesh of the back, and three glass jars were inserted in the middle of the spine, with a yellow-green unknown solution swaying in the cavity.

   Right at the ankle and knee where his sharp claws had cut just now, the dark green skin healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he could clearly see that the underside of the cortex was not flesh and blood, but some kind of alloy!

   "Pi—many—"

  The dull growl was like the whistle of a ship. The giant mutant didn't give him time to think, and swung the half headless corpse in his hand and swept over.

   That speed is not slow at all!

  There is no way to dodge that extreme distance!

   After a solid blow, the already bruised Garbage Lord flew out and hit the trembling tree trunk with a bang.

  If the group of green-skinned muscular guys rushed forward at this time, even if he had three heads and six arms, he would not be able to stop him, but those guys seemed to believe that he would die. Instead of rushing up, they retreated and let him into the center of the arena.

   With a low moan in his throat, Mr. Garbage struggled to stand up, unable to tell whether it was the failure of the exoskeleton or the failure of the joints on his body.

  At least three unnamed bones were broken, and his left arm almost lost consciousness. Although he was slowly recovering with the talent of "body regeneration", his body was already close to the limit at the moment, and the recovery speed at that point could only be said to be better than nothing.

   "Damn it... how ruthless it is!" Coughed, a mouthful of blood came out from the corner of his mouth, and he wanted to lift his paw, but an alarm popped up in front of him.

【warn! 85% of the drive joints are damaged, it is recommended to disengage. 】

   "It's so loud!"

  There was an alarm flashing on the tactical eyepiece, looking at the giant mutant walking towards him with big strides, Jun Jun clenched his teeth, scratched the pull ring on the inside of his abdomen with his right paw, hooked it and pulled it out suddenly.

  The breastplate and shoulder armor exploded outward, and the exoskeleton covering his body was like an open umbrella, which completely liberated his body while scrapping it.

  Looking at the situation in front of him, the giant mutant stopped in his steps, a trace of surprise floated in his silly pupils.

  Jun Garbage glanced at the wreckage on the ground. Although his heart ached, he didn't have any regrets. He stared at the monster with undiminished fighting spirit, and erected his blood-stained claws.

   "Come on! Fight the pain—"

"Oh oh oh!"

  Before his words fell, a violent roar interrupted his words.

  I saw a black shadow jumping up into the air, falling towards the giant mutant, and swung two axes to chop down heavily.

"Roar-!"

After being hit by two axes firmly on the back, the giant mutant let out a painful roar, swung his right arm violently and knocked the man away, then stumbled to the side, the mountain-like body hit The ground trembled.

  The minions around were stunned, forgot to shout for a while, and froze in place.

  They didn't expect that there was still a human being alive, let alone that he would jump in and disturb their sacred "blood sacrifice".

   "Brother Chicken?!" Garbage Jun looked at the **** Midnight Killing Chicken in surprise.

  This guy's helmet was completely shattered, his breastplate was covered with pitted bullet marks and dents, and there was a shocking fracture on his shoulder.

   Around the breach, even the entire shoulder armor was sunken, as if it was split by a heavy weapon such as an axe.

  Jun Jun can imagine that he was probably knocked unconscious by the mutant with an axe, and fell to the ground with a plop.

   And the mutant probably thought he was dead, so he didn't continue to make up the knife, and rushed here to watch the excitement.

"help me!"

Midnight Killing Chicken let out a roar, threw away the broken logging ax in his hand, grabbed a stick with a blade strung with wire, and rushed up, aiming at the head of the giant mutant who wanted to get up from the ground. A beating.

"oh-!"

  The rolling blade was smashed, and the giant mutant roared in pain.

   Before he got up from the ground, he was beaten mercilessly on the face, his nose and eyes were rubbed together, a shocking blood red.

  Midnight Killing Chicken mustered all his strength to make up for the final blow, but the stinging pain from hitting his side made him fly out with a muffled groan.

  Ogg, who strode into the battlefield, had just rescued Pido, who was crying in pain, and was about to go up to give the human a shot, when a black shadow as fast as lightning flashed past his eyes.

   Ogg dodged subconsciously, but saw that the sharp claw was not running towards him at all, but was chasing Pito who was covering his eyes and retreating.

"No!!"

  His face changed wildly, and it was too late to stop him.

  The two sharp claws were like a plowing rake, slamming together, digging into Pido's thick throat from left and right, grabbing the blood vessel, trachea and spine.

   Then, the lizard pulled back violently!

   "Prickly—"

  The sound of flesh and blood tearing was slightly sticky, and it was particularly conspicuous on the silent battlefield.

  Pituo lost most of his throat and spine, and his huge head lost its support in an instant, and fell slumped on his back shoulder, leaving only half of the steel bar standing abruptly.

  Blood shot out like a fountain, floating in the center of the battlefield. The giant mutant who was as tall as a hill slowly knelt down, and his knees were deeply embedded in the soil.

  The audience was deadly silent.

   Pairs of green eyes, staring at the man and the lizard in the middle of the battlefield, as well as the gradually falling Pito and their standing leader.

"twenty…"

  Looking back at Midnight Killing Chicken, who was lying on the ground, Garbage Jun chuckled, "I'm sorry bro, I'll take a fancy to this head first."

  Midnight Kill Chicken rolled his eyes and said panting.

   "Sixteen...you win."

  Counting the previous round of shooting, maybe twenty or thirty.

   However, the resilience of mutants is too strong, and he is not sure whether those fallen guys are dead or not, so he can only go offline for a while to watch the drone's aerial replay.

  The only thing he can be sure of is that the guys whose heads he cut off must not survive.

  In short, he has tried his best.

  At this time, who knows who roared, and the surrounding mutants swarmed up, and chopped the Garbage King standing next to the giant mutant into eight pieces on the spot.

  Seeing that Junk Jun is gloriously offline, Midnight Killing Chicken also intends to disconnect, but at this moment, he sees the prosthetic mutant who is suspected of being a BOSS walking towards him.

   If this was captured alive, it would be a bit of a waste of time.

  So he stopped preparing to go offline, wanting to see what this guy was going to do.

At least.

   Had to figure out a way for him to kill himself.

  He raised his hand to stop the mutant warrior who was about to cut himself into eight pieces. The ugly mutant leader stopped in front of him, looking down at him condescendingly.

"name?"

   "Hehe..." Midnight Shaji grinned at the corner of his mouth, and spat **** saliva on his leg, "Your father."

   Wait.

  I will come back!

  Oge's expression gradually turned cold, and he stretched out his right hand like iron pincers 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 to say "That's it?".

  Looking at those eyes, Ogg was completely enraged, his thumb and forefinger dug into his temple with a "click", and pulled the piece of skull from the eye socket with muscle and muscle.

  However, the man remained silent until he died, and looked at him with a mocking expression until the end.

   Crushing the eyeballs and bones in his hands, Ogg's face was expressionless, but he was shocked and angry in his heart.

  These human things…

   What the **** is going on!

  He suddenly regretted that he shouldn't be irritated by this guy. He took him back and tortured with the torture tools in the tribe, and he could always get something out of torture.

   Now, all he got was a white brain and a lump of slimy meat...

  At this time, a sentry in animal skin ran over hummingly and knelt down in front of him.

   "Ogg!"

   Ogg looked at him coldly.

"explain."

   Seeing that cold gaze, the mutant sentinel's shoulders trembled involuntarily, and he hastily muttered.

   "There are no two-legged animals in the town, and no four-legged ones. The residents are gone, the houses are empty, and the church's Mr. Apostle has not been found..."

  Before he finished speaking, a wounded centurion came over and bowed his head.

   "Ogg... We lost two hundred and twenty dead and fifty seriously injured. There is also a centurion, a big man, and five chariots."

   "Ah!! Yah—!"

   Ogg, unable to contain his anger, raised his head and roared furiously.

   He has never been so disgraced!

   Five or six hundred brothers were brutally beaten by more than two dozen 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 never showed up!

  He seemed to have seen the mocking faces in the tribe.

  The trees beside him shook, and the whole forest seemed to tremble under his wrath.

  The veins in his neck bulged, he looked at the sentry kneeling on one knee, and shouted an order.

   "The village burned! Not a single house left!"

   "Obey!" The sentry hurriedly took the order, got up and ran away.

  Still puzzled, Ogg looked at the centurion in front of him with a fierce look on his face, and asked out of breath.

   "The nearest village, where?"

  The centurion answered with an urn.

   "Hope Town, thirty kilometers to the east!"

   "Follow me!"

  Ogg looked at the minions around him, and continued to shout loudly, "Stomp them down! Let those two-legged beasts run away crying and screaming! Tell them who is the master here!"

  Although it is already the parish of the Church of the Torch and also the sheepfold of the tribe, Ogg is very angry!

  With so many brothers dead, he needs to bring at least four hundred heads back to shut up the guys who laughed at him and satisfy the great leader!

  He wants to kill until enough!

   It's useless to persuade anyone!

   "Where are those corpses?" The centurion looked at the leader, waiting for the order with anticipation.

  Those guys aren't the same as runaway twolegs, and they sure don't taste the same!

  He drooled greedily.

   And his boss lived up to his expectations.

   "Keep the head, cook the rest! Ogg will chop off his head after he's full!" Ogg roared loudly, and the mutants around him cheered excitedly.

   "Aww!"

  A fire broke out in Dust Town, and thick smoke billowed up.

  It's a pity that the residents here have already evacuated, and they can't have a feast on the sea of ​​corpses.

   A group of mutants ran towards the truck, took off the cauldron and cooking utensils tied to the truck, and started a fire brazenly near the forest.

  The pot was bubbling and bubbling, and the savage heads were chirping, and the ballad that no one could understand revealed an indescribable coldness.

  It smells like blood clotted.

At this moment, the group of green skins who gathered together to eat didn't notice that on the hillside not far away, a pair of dark green pupils were watching them quietly, and then quietly slipped into the shadow of the forest Underneath, it's like it's never been here...

  …

   (Thanks to the leaders of "鵺哶" and "Makabakamo" for the reward!!)

  (end of this chapter)