The Bone Boss was a little irritable, and the wings of the Psionic Birdman were beating and fast, and none of the boys could hit her.

It didn't even think about the fact that even if Izanami stopped there, the Greenskin's bullet might not hit.

Its massive power claws slammed into the ground a few times, smashing a large crater into the ground.

The claw blades of the power claws shimmer coldly, and the unwiped engine oil drips down the tips of the claws, so it can be seen that maintenance is done frequently.

It waved its claws demonstratively at the sky, but the shrimp flying in the sky ignored it.

This made the Bone Boss feel that he was being slighted and became even more angry.

It pulled a mechanic kid sitting in a dirty car and yelled.

"I think you can find a way to kill that birdman!"

"No, Boss Bones. In front of them are all long-winged Sgoog raised by birdmen and shrimps, and their psionic energy is fast and urgent, and I can't aim until I clear them. ”

The Mechanic Kid, who secured himself to the driver's seat with only one base with chains and rotten branches, answered the Bone Boss's question with the same roaring volume.

In fact, it also wants to use its rusty screwdriver to screw the overweight boss's noisy mouth.

But after comparing the body plates and the thickness of the armor on both sides, the technician boy still endured it.

No way, before it became a metro, it was still a brat.

"Go and call the Storm Boys."

The Bone Boss wasn't angry, he just slapped the technician kid.

The technician boy tilted his head and drove a dirty car to look for the beast.

Soon, more than thirty Storm Boy Ulla shouted and came to the Greenskin Boss.

Just as Space Marines have raid squads, Greenskins have assault units like Storm Kid.

It's just that instead of a rocket backpack, they are carrying a rocket that is extremely unstable and cannot fly in a straight line.

These young greenskins have no concept of "safety" in their minds, and only know how to increase the horsepower of their rockets in order to rush to the enemy as quickly as possible.

"Boss, your name is us?"

A storm boy with a rocket on his back and a green smiling face on his back walked out of the pile.

"That's right. The Technician Kid says that there are too many winged Sgurgs to target the birdmen. You take the boys on a rocket and blow up those Sgoogs. ”

Bone Boss said.

"No problem, boss, but you'll have to get something for us."

The old boy of the storm yelled.

"If you have a fart, don't be like a snot."

Bone Boss said impatiently.

"Bring us the goodies of the Bomb Boys."

The old boy of the storm said.

"Do you want their stuff to do it?"

Bone Boss asked.

Greenskin is very particular about personal private property, and even if it is the boss, it is not easy to ask for it casually.

"Those flying jumpers are too good to run, our bombs can't blow them up."

The old boy of the storm said.

The Bone Boss felt it made sense, and pulled it aside.

"Go and call the Bomb Boys."

So the technician boy drove the dirty car to deliver the message again.

After a while, the Bomb Boys came again.

Compared to the Storm Kids, they look a little older.

"Boss, what are you asking us to do, I'm still thinking about going up and stabbing those big guys in the eyes."

The old boy said unhappily, waving the long pole with explosives in his hand, almost poking the greenskin's chin.

"Don't pestle me with this thing, be careful that I beat you. Give your bomb jumps to the Storm Kids. ”

The Bone Boss casually tossed the explosive rod aside and ordered.

"Why, that's ours. They want to raise it themselves. ”

The old boy was not happy.

"Less nonsense, I'm the boss, I have to give it to you if you want to. I'm going to share a few juicy hops with you. ”

The Bone Boss said brutally.

"You're the boss, you have the final say."

As soon as he heard how juicy it was, the old boy immediately stopped complaining.

Hopping (Sgurg) is the lowest layer of the entire greenskin ecosystem, and they have a variety of forms, each of which has a unique place in the greenskin.

There are food, music, hair, medicine, hygiene, entertainment, pets, paint, and so on.

They are both livestock and fruit trees, agricultural and industrial goods, and hopping is the foundation of a green-skinned society.

And the rarest of the jumps is the juicy jumps, which only the most skilled fart chefs are qualified to cook.

The Bomb Boys took their bomb jumps from all over their bodies, and the trained Scroogs usually bite their masters, jump to the ground when commanded, and then rush at their targets like crazy and blow them up into the sky.

Seeing what the Bomb Boys said with a password that only they knew and the Bomb Jumpers said, the little things ran to the Storm Boys and bit down on their preferred spots.

Hit by the bomb's jumping teeth, the Storm Boys didn't feel anything.

The greenskins often hold face-biting contests, where face-biting hops, a type of face-biting with sharp teeth and claws, are exchanged with biting and biting each other, and the winning orcs can be eaten by hopping, while the losing orcs are eaten by hopping.

And as the most energetic storm boy in the green-skinned society, he naturally participates in face-biting competitions a lot, and the bomb jumping bite is as weak as the fist of a fart compared to the face-biting jumping.

"Hurry up and blow those flying jumps down for me, or I'll fill your rockets with."

The Bone Boss threatened.

Under such a terrible threat, the Storm Boys immediately launched a surprise attack.

The rockets on their backs erupted flames that were more violent than the explosion of a bomb, and the Celestial Maiden rushed towards the dragons like flowers.

God knows how they flew out in such a scattered way of attacking in such a dense take-off formation.

But I have to say that such an unpredictable attack made the dragons quite annoyed.

Many of the prematurely released spirits missed, many air bombs blew up air, and lightning only hit a few unlucky people who were injured by mistake.

The lightning bolt exploded, sending everything around it into flames, including the Storm Boy who carried it on its back and the dragon who couldn't dodge.

There were also some relatively strong rockets that did not explode, only swayed in the air with black smoke and drunkenness.

The immortal storm boy was so angry that he yelled that the rocket was broken but he had to repair it himself, and the teeth they pulled out last time hadn't grown yet.

“Wagggh！”

The angry Storm Boy simply controlled the rocket, crashed directly into the dragon next to him, and then rode on the back of these flying jumpers.

They pulled out the huge hammer they carried with them and struck the dragon on the head, although the hammer itself was made of ordinary steel, but the brute force of the Greenskin Boy made it a terrifying weapon.

The advantage of a blunt instrument is that even if the material is not good, the quality of the object itself and the strength of the user can cause great damage.

After a few hammers, the dragons who were beaten by them were dizzy, and a few skulls that were not hard enough were directly opened.

The Storm Boys laughed as they pulled out the bomb and stuck it in the dragon.

The bomb jumpers rolled their small round eyes, laughing and searching for a favorite part of the dragon.

Some bite the dragon's ears, while others fall under the dragon's belly.

Others climbed to the base of the dragon's tail and burrowed into a huge cavern.

"Whew!!"

With a miserable dragon roar, flesh and blood fireworks bloomed in the sky where the dragons soared.

The author has been staying up for three days and nights, and during the recommendation period, I beg all the people of the empire to stop raising books and chase them away. If you have the ability, order them all, thank you.

(End of chapter)