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I looked at the billowing black smoke in the sky and frowned, it was obvious that it was the tail smoke of an orc locomotive.

And the chaotic sound of gunfire in the distance strengthened my thoughts.

Private Johansen, a humorous veteran I had just met, looked into the distance: "That's the sound of orc guns, only they fire so haphazardly." ”

"Whoever comes," Ryan continued, "the two sides of the war must be enemies of the Emperor now, and this news couldn't be better." ”

Ryan then turned to Johansen and asked, "How are they doing with Aikman?" ”

"As always, we can't get in touch after the division of troops."

Ryan rubbed his brows: "Alright, get ready for battle, Lord Edward, and please get ready for battle with your guards." ”

"Yes, but you'd better give them orders directly."

"Hello, I'm Private Richard."

"Private Jackson, report to you."

"Oh, okay. Well, loiterers, be ready for battle, Lord Edward, and protect yourselves as well. ”

I nodded, and pulled out the power sword I had been hanging on.

The sharp blade was as deadly as it had been when it was handed over to me.

I closed my eyes, thought back to my training, and said to myself:

"Courage is rooted in duty, and victory comes from faith."

Then I opened my eyes and looked at the intersection ahead, where a group of fire warriors was hurrying forward.

They didn't seem to have time to pay attention to their surroundings, which was good news, especially since we were in favorable terrain.

"Fire!" Ryan shouted.

A precise laser beam pierced the head of the leading Fire Warrior Captain, and his white helmet was torn open and he fell to the ground without saying a word.

All kinds of firepower, from the most ordinary laser guns in the hands of the soldiers, to the more powerful hell guns, and the ripping guns in the hands of the apes spewed tongues of fire and struck the fire warriors who had just lost their command and were helpless.

The barrage of lasers shot the two front-line fire fighters into a sieve, and the barrage of ripping guns killed the xenomorph farthest away from us holding what appeared to be a plasma rifle.

Now, there are only three of them left.

Two of the fire warriors hid behind the wall, while the other turned around and began to retreat.

"Jackson, burn that wall, Richard, you'll be the one who escaped."

Another laser beam fired, burning through the chest of the fleeing foe, and Jackson raised his own hot melt gun and pulled the trigger.

A violent stream of chemicals slammed into the bunker and burned the wall to ashes, along with the fire warriors behind it.

"Well done, let's go to the next location." Ryan gave the order: "Johansen, you just go ahead and call Echoman and report our coordinates to him, and since this thing is still on, maybe they can still hear what we say." ”

"Okay, company commander."

I looked at the remains of the Fire Warrior and silently put away my power sword, thinking to myself, 'This is just the beginning. ’

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Wazak hates dried shrimp, hates bean sprouts, hates armored dried shrimp, hates canned kids, hates bone racks.

In short, Vazak hated almost everything, including all the brats and bosses who surrounded him.

However, Vazak had no choice, and this was already clear to him when he came out of the pile of ashes.

In this boring world full of all kinds of miscellaneous fish and weak chickens, Wazak rarely encounters anything or people that make him happy.

In the former, Vazak only likes to fly in the sky and blow other people's heads off. And the latter, there are very few.

As for the moment, there is even more of a no.

Vazak looked at the messed up brat and the armored shrimp in front of him, feeling more and more bored.

So Wazak stood up and yelled, "WAGGGH! ”

A surge of energy rushed through the boys' heads, and the boys began to shout excitedly, and then rushed forward.

Vazak pouted, started the rocket and flew into the sky.

He decided to take the opportunity to have some fun.

Vazak shifted his gaze, and the armored shrimp underneath him were shooting desperately, trying to stop the boys' attack.

A shrimp that was bigger than the other shrimps was spitting tongues of fire at the boys, and the blue bullets had turned many of the boys into a hornet's nest.

Vazak smiled, then activated the rocket behind him and plunged headlong into the pile of armored shrimp.

"TO GET HAIRY, WAGGGH!"

Vazak let out a cry of terror, and he felt a powerful energy churning in his head, and he couldn't wait to release it in the way he was most familiar with.

Then, a horrific explosion rang out all around him, and the smoke cleared, leaving Vazak without a single limb left around.

Vazak felt bored, these miscellaneous fish could not satisfy an orc like Wazak who had seen the wind and waves, had pursuit, and taste.

So, Vazak took to the skies again in search of more and stronger enemies, and this time, he was going to find a more durable one.

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Vazak came from a different background, he grew up sprouting from the ashes of the flames.

Born into an extraordinary environment, Wazak became weird, and he joined the Storm Kid and took pride in discipline.

His performance was outstanding, and at least the speed at which he stomped on other people's heads was commendable. But one day, when it flew in the air and felt the breath of wind and smoke, the chaotic killing intent in the minds of his companions around him resounded in his head, and a devastating impact erupted, and when he landed, the impact turned into a terrifying explosion.

In the mess, only it was still standing, and all the heads of the miscellaneous fish around him were gone.

Since then, he has become a nervous boy and has become obsessed with how quickly to blow up every head he sees.

If it weren't for the bonecrusher punching him in the cheek, I'm afraid many more of his kind would have died at his hands.

Vazak came to his senses, and now his spells were much more stable, and the destructiveness was still unabated.

When the battle was lost and the Bone Crusher fled with his men, Vaszak prepared to deliver a large explosion at his pursuers, but this time the spell failed, and Vaszak's explosion tore open a large hole into the subspace and swept him in.

The hole was quickly closed, so that no one knew where Vazak had gone or whether he was still alive.

Until today.

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