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Darius, who had just walked out of the hallway of death that was full of Orc corpses, had just breathed a sigh of relief, and before he could take his breath to see his surroundings clearly, a bloodied Terminator walked over and said in a deep voice.

"Company Commander Darius, I think we're going to have to stop for a while."

"What's wrong!?"

Darius was a little irritable, unsettling by the change in plans, which was exacerbated by the Orcs' obstruction, and the angry temper that Darius had been suppressing began to show.

"What's going on?"

"Company commander, I think it's better for you to ask Adam Mechanical Non-commissioned Officer, after all, he is the party."

Adam Mechanical Non-Commissioned Officer, who was covered in oil and blood, walked over and stretched out his hand to point to the steel mechage ten meters in front of him, with a slightly nervous tone.

"Company Commander Darius, Elder Rambo's walking system has been badly damaged during the battle and is no longer able to continue, we need the Storm to teleport parts for repairs."

Darius glanced at Rambo, who was half-kneeling on the ground, an Orc machete that flashed with a power field, and was clearly embedded in the knee of the kneeling mechanical leg.

"Damn greenskins!"

Darius cursed, full of chagrin, even the Despised Dreadnought was not invincible, and Darius was once again forced to realize.

"How long do you estimate it will take to repair?"

"Judging from the time of the next teleportation and the extent of damage to the elder Rambo, it will take us about ten minutes to repair."

Ten minutes, Darius calculated, felt that this time was acceptable, and there was no need to use helpless and honorless methods, and he immediately commanded in a deep voice.

"The first team is responsible for defending the corridor, don't let the Orcs who are chasing our ass pass through, and the second and third teams quickly spread out defensive formations around them, so as not to let the Orks interfere with the maintenance time."

"Understood!"

In fact, the position of Darius and his party is not good, it can be said that it is easy to attack and difficult to defend, and the exit of the corridor is a three-way street, and the vast road surface can allow an Emperor Poison Blade Super Heavy Tank to run wildly on it.

Except for the corners that provide a little cover, the Terminators in charge of defense can only crouch on the ground, relying on their heavy armor and steel ring force field to resist the fire of the Orks.

This kind of terrain is conducive to assault, advance, and attack, but it is not conducive to defense, because the knee of the dreadnought of the Defiant is damaged, and the situation suddenly becomes very unfavorable for Darius and his party.

The second and third squads defending at the fork in the road formed in a semi-circular formation, with four warriors holding the Terminator Storm Shield half-kneeling at the front, shielding the team behind them with their shields and armor.

Darius, who was standing next to him with a power axe in his hand and preparing to serve as a reserve, seemed to remember something, turned his head to look at the communications officer, and said in a deep voice.

"Communications officer, how are the Grey Hunters squad?"

"Company commander, they're still on a mission involving the Orcs."

"Cancel their previous mission and let them move freely, the Grey Hunter Squad has done a good job of involving a portion of the Orcs in their previous operation, we can't ask for more from them."

"Understood!"

"Company Commander, Orc Attack !!"

As the warning sounded, the Orc's trademark attacking roar resounded throughout the three-way intersection, and deafening footsteps appeared on the left and right roads at the same time.

“WAAAAAAGH!!!!!”

"Shooting !!"

Just as the Orcs appeared from a corner a hundred meters ahead, the iconic twin barrels of the Storm Bolt began to spit out tongues of fire, and the dull and continuous sound of gunfire covered the footsteps and roars of the Orcs.

The arrow-bursting bullets with white ballistics knocked down the Orks who rushed at the front, and the arrow-bursting bullets that burrowed into the flesh exploded, and the flesh bloomed and flew sideways, and rows of strong orcs fell on their backs, and the big-footed girls from their kind trampled them into flesh, and then the Orcs who trampled them suffered the same fate.

However, no matter how accurate the marksmanship of the Terminators is, how powerful the explosive bullets are, and how dense the rain of bullets sprayed by the storm machine guns, these Orks shouting war cries are still advancing, and the distance between the two sides is still shortening, and there are too many of these green-skinned guys.

And then something even more fueled - with the sound of heavy footsteps, the grinding of steel, and the roar of piston engines, three killing cans slowly appeared in the corner of the right aisle.

In terms of appearance, the killing can is a smaller orc dreadnought. The lower end of the cylindrical body is equipped with short legs driven by pistons, and on the sides are chainsaws and large guns. Of course, because of its size, the killing cans can carry half as many weapons as the Orc Dreadnought. The real difference between the two, though, is that the driver of the killing can is not a rampaging orc but a cowardly goblin.

However, on this narrow terrain, Darius would rather meet the Orc Dreadnought of the Orcs than the can of murder.

Because the orc character is originally dragged, after entering the dreadnought, no one is a bird, and it is even more difficult for them to cooperate than to ascend to the sky, and the two orcs dreadnought are a little closer to each other, maybe they will fight first by themselves, and they will be separated.

But the fart is different, because since childhood, they have been pushed around by the big greenskin, punched and kicked, and survived in the cracks, so they are deeply disgusted with the principle of teamwork, and often act together in twos and threes, so whenever the killing cans appear on the battlefield, they are at least in groups of three, and there are rarely separate killing cans.

At this time, fighting the Orc Dreadnought, Darius believed that he could withstand the Orc Dreadnought's attack alone, and then rely on cluster bombs and hot melt bombs to destroy it, and the three killing cans that would cooperate with each other gave Darius a headache, and if he wanted to destroy them, the risk he would bear would be much greater, especially in this kind of terrain, there was not much room for rolling and dodging, which made it even more difficult to fight.

Seeing the appearance of the killing cans, a terminator carrying a plasma cannon reacted quickly, adjusting the barrel that emitted a shimmering light and aiming it at the three killing cans to charge and charge.

Amid the roar of the Orc, Darius could hear its capacitors humming.

A ball of blue plasma the size of a basketball arced right into a killing can, and its left arm hanging from the Oak rocket vanished in the intermittent explosion of molten steel and Oak mushroom gunpowder, the killing can staggering, its internal mechanics exposed.

However, one of the killing cans itself was a combination of garbage, and despite such serious injuries, the killing cans were still not completely damaged, and the remaining two killing cans were already very close to the shield-wielding terminator at the front, and even relied on the cover of the killing cans, and some of the cunning Oak Kids followed behind them, and did not suffer too serious losses.

The Plasma Cannon's charged shot was no longer impossible, and time did not allow it to recharge, and the Terminator using the Plasma Cannon had already abandoned this attempt, dropped the plasma cannon, and pulled out the power hammer and Storm Gun hanging from his waist, ready for brutal melee combat.

"Damn killing cans, damn greenskins."

Seeing the Killer Can rushing straight towards the Terminator who was using the plasma cannon, Darius knew it was the revenge of the fart pilot, and he ran briskly, dragging the power axe earlier. Leaving behind a barrage of sparks and grinding sounds, the Splitter snatched it from a passing Terminator holding a molten bomb and preparing to blast it to the death.

"It's eyeing you, monk, back off and leaving it to me!"

Darius yelled angrily, diverting the attention of the fart killer can driver away from the plasma cannon terminator.

"Fire covers my flank......"

In the midst of dense and heavy footsteps like the beat of drums, Darius, who was dragging the power axe with his backhand, quickly approached the two killing cans.

The first reaction of the two killing cans in front of one after the other when they saw a Terminator rushing towards them was to stop, raise the ranged weapon on their arms, and pour it towards Darius.

The reason for this reaction is that even with thick armor, these timid greenskins would rather shoot from a distance on the battlefield than rush to melee combat, so in the face of the approaching terminators, these timid fart spirits are equipped with large chainsaws, and their bodies are also invulnerable, but the cruel and tragic melee is still not the first choice of killing cans.

In the face of the onslaught of Ork rockets and orc cannons, in this narrow terrain, the high speed that has already sprinted does not allow Darius to make any fancy and gorgeous dodging maneuvers, and his subconscious response is tough, practical, and very effective.

First of all, before the rocket landed, he bent over and sideways, gradually reducing the area of the bomb, and at the same time turned on the shoulder armor and the force field generator and the ring of steel behind him, and in an instant, two layers of shimmering barriers appeared on Darius.

In an instant, the explosive flames of the Oak rocket engulfed the sound of Darius, and the orc's cannon tongue was still volleyed in, but the next moment a blue light flashed in the sky behind the two killing cans, and the majestic and tall figure of Darius flashed out of it, and stepped on the back of the killing cans with heavy force.

"Boom ......"

The weight of the Iron Fist Terminator's armor combined with the strength of Darius's entire body converged on the ground, and the steel floor exploded, and the shockwave that swept up struck the backs of the two unsuspecting killing cans, causing them to lose their balance and slam them to the ground with two disproportionate mechanical arms.

And the Orc orcs, who were originally following behind the killing cans to block the rain of bullets in front of them, turned on their backs in front of the sudden shockwave, and even a few Orcs who faced the shockwave at close range flew into the air with their hands and feet, and slammed into the walls and floors.

Darius didn't care about the Oak orcs behind him, he took out the hot melt bomb from his waist as soon as he landed, pressed the explosion button, and then threw it on the piston engine behind one of the killing cans that actually spewed black smoke, and then turned around and backhanded a "big kill" diagonal slash.

The huge power axe collided with the huge chainsaw in the air, and blue sparks splattered out, making Darius feel a little sorry for his weapon.

The two weapons froze in the air, both clutching their weapons with all their might, the roar of the piston engine and the roar of the power armor blending.

The form is somewhat unfavorable to Darius, although the Iron Rider Terminator has the upper hand in strength, but the killing can is obviously dominant in terms of weight, and the two sides are comparable, but the Orc orc who is getting up and the other killing can obviously will not give Darius more time to react, not to mention that the hot melt bomb that is about to explode does not have the ability to distinguish friend from foe.

"Uhh!!h

The tight time didn't give Darius time to think about it, he roared angrily, and while his hands withdrew his strength, he was short and fell to the ground without an image, dodging the whistling orc chainsaw that cut through the air in time.

And at this moment, the hot melt bomb attached to the engine that had just climbed up to kill the cans was just at the right time, and the tens of thousands of degrees of high temperature that exploded not only melted the killing cans that bore the brunt of the killing, but also the violent high-temperature shock wave once again blew away the Orcs who had just stood up, and even another killing can was affected by the pond fish, and the unstable Oak mushroom gunpowder on the body exploded, forming a second explosion, and all kinds of garbage parts were shot everywhere.

As soon as Darius lay down, he saw orange-red flames in front of the speculum, and his helmet was filled with various heat warning sounds and damage reports.

By the time Darius stood up again, the surroundings were pitch black, the remaining flames were stubbornly burning on the ground, trying to emit a faint light and temperature, the killing can with a hot melt bomb on its back was no longer in shape, the cylindrical body had deflated, and the relatively fragile mechanical arms and legs had melted into a pile of garbage that no one could understand.

The other killing can was no better, a robotic arm loaded with Oak rockets was missing, sparks and falling willow nails and hinges were everywhere, and two piston-driven little short legs were cooperating with the remaining robotic arms in an attempt to get up from the ground.

In fact, three killing cans are still quite difficult, if it weren't for the use of hot melt bombs, even Darius would have to spend a lot of time and energy to get these three things, instead of killing them in less than two minutes like now.

Just as the killing can was about to stand up, Darius walked over, swung his axe, like a lumberjack, and calmly cut off the hands and feet of the killing can in turn in the midst of the shrill and panicked screams of the killing can, and like an old peasant, he raised the axe and slashed down, and in two or three strokes split the protection of the killing can, revealing the shriveled fart driver.

After strangling the fart, Darius heard the sound of heavy steel crashing against his back, and looked back to see the badly injured killer can staggering away.

For this killing can, which exposed the fragile armor behind it, there was no need for Darius to chase and kill, only to see a whistling sound coming from behind, a rocket passed through the top of Darius's head, and quickly caught up with the fleeing killing can, "boom", hit the bull's-eye of the engine, and after a burst of explosion, the remaining killing cans also became a pile of garbage.

From the time the last murder can escaped, Darius's attention was not on it, he stroked his weapon in distress, looking at the many gaps in the blade, and felt distressed.