Warhammer: The Beginning is the Crisis of Annihilation

  Chapter 431 I think I can use it too 23 (seeking subscription)

   "WAAAAAGH."

   "WAAAAAGH."

   "WAAAAAGH."

   The orc boys responded to their emperor.

  Uruk was also one of the orc boys. He held a hack in one hand, patted his head with the other hand, and shouted.

   Encouraged by the boss of Wufu, he excitedly rushed to the front.

  While slashing and hacking, he took out a few stick mines from his waist and threw them among the bugs.

   With a bang, the impact force from the explosion rose like a mushroom.

  The bugs also all flew up.

  The sky is full of bomb fragments and bug heads, arms and cicada wings.

   "WAAAAAGH!" Uruk shouted excitedly.

   Seeing his movements, the other boys followed suit.

   With their strong muscles, it is not difficult for them to throw stick mines.

   Can be easily thrown among those bugs.

  Of course, sometimes it will be thrown in the wrong direction, blowing up its own people.

  In the world of orcs, there is no concept of accurate head.

  A real orc can only let the second brother Mao decide where to go and who to beat up.

  Under the leadership of Uruk, the boys kept throwing sticks and mines.

   Twist, throw, and then you can fry.

  Looking at the opposite arm being blown away, or listening to the sound of the explosion, are all exciting things.

  Just a few well-throwed stick mines can liven up the atmosphere of the entire battlefield.

  The sound of explosions can be heard endlessly, including the sound of enemies crying and screaming, and the cry of a fart whose toe was blown off.

  The battlefield is full of cheerful atmosphere.

  When those bugs rushed over, Uruk also rushed up.

  Follow Ufo Boss to kill indiscriminately.

  The weapons on the armor of Ufo Boss kept firing, beams of beams and missiles flew out, shaking the entire city wall.

   Tower-like flames rose into the sky, and countless buildings were destroyed and turned into ruins.

   A series of plasma beams with a temperature of tens of millions of degrees Celsius swept across.

   Shards of enemies are killed.

  No matter what the state is, they are treated equally in front of the plasma heat flow.

  However, all the powerhouses of the Maymoth clan gathered on this city wall.

  Even if one maymoth falls, there are still tens of thousands of maymoths.

  The flames of war are becoming more and more intense.

  Battles broke out everywhere on the vast city walls.

  Thousands of maymoths danced their wings and came from the sky.

  The long swords in their hands are all filled with sword energy and supreme sword intent.

  The Maymoth headed by it exudes a peerless demeanor, walking against the wind, and the two swords in his hands are unparalleled, capable of cutting through the world.

"It's him."

  The compound eyes of the maymoths who have experienced tragic casualties reveal hope.

  That Maymoth is the legendary strongest swordsman. He once suppressed millions of troops from thirteen countries with a single sword.

  He single-handedly created the world-famous Beiming Sword Dao.

  In recent years, Beiming Sword Dao has been the holy place most desired by swordsmen all over the world.

   "Beiming swordsmanship, three thousand swordsmen, swear to the death." The Maymoth spoke lightly, revealing endless freedom and firm will to move forward.

   "There is also the rumored saint who educated the world."

  The sound of endless chanting, a maymoth saint with a halo behind his back, exuding endless sacred aura, also came surrounded by his disciples.

  He carried the sun and the moon on his shoulders, held a scroll of supreme scriptures, and took one step at a time to grow a lotus.

   Legendary saints came one after another.

  Each of them has a terrifying vision and exudes a terrifying aura, which makes the heavens tremble and the sun and the moon tremble.

  Between raising one's hands and throwing one's feet, Taoist rhyme circulates, and auspicious energy lingers.

  Under the watchful eyes of the maymoths, the saints gathered together, their bodies blooming with endless brilliance.

  So many terrifying maymoth powerhouses gathered together, causing time and space to collapse, the Daoguang was bright, and the weather was amazing.

   "If you want to pass this wall, you have to ask me if Beiming's sword is different."

  The words spoken by that Beiming Sword Immortal were powerful, with the law of swordsmanship, fierce and unparalleled, and the words alone could cut the heart and soul.

   But before he finished speaking, the whole thing was gone.

  A beam of plasma light with a thickness of tens of kilometers passed over the city wall.

   Enveloped all those saint-level and demigod-level maymoths.

   After the light disappeared, the glazed wall surface exuded a terrifying white heat.

  Those saints and sword immortals have disappeared without a trace, not even bones left, they have been completely wiped out.

  The orc mechanics manipulating the Star Destroyer cheered.

  They aimed at the next area, specifically hitting those glowing bugs.

  Wherever it passed, everything was ashes, completely wiped away by the destructive energy, leaving no trace.

   This scene made countless maymoth powerhouses despair.

  They couldn't believe their eyes.

  The scene just now happened for real!

How can it be? ?

   Those few just now are the strongest in the maymoth world.

  Beiming Sword Immortal, enlightened Taoist ancestor, everyone is said to have seen through the secrets of heaven, and they are only one step away from the gods.

   Just wait until the great world comes, and you can become a god.

   Now they are killed by the enemy all at once!

  How could such power exist!

   Such power cannot exist!

   This is simply not a power that creatures can master!

  Those **** intruders, what are they coming from!

  Why is it so powerful??

  On the one hand, it is emotionally stupid negation, and on the other hand, it is the fear deep in reason.

   Every maymoth couldn't help feeling desperate.

  At the last moment, I was full of confidence, thinking that these saints would be sure to turn the tide of the battle when they came.

  But the speed of light just now completely destroyed the hope in their hearts and brought endless despair.

   "Where the emblem of the evil double-headed eagle goes, there is nothing but destruction."

  A mighty moth expert who was painstakingly studying the way of the secrets muttered to himself, full of despair and madness.

  The Maymoth family is over.

  Wherever Uruk and the others went, those insects were also frightened and screamed.

   They no longer have the courage to fight Uruk and others.

  The saint level is like an ant, and the demigod level is like a large ant, how can we fight like this!

   No matter how you fight, you will end up dead!

  The bugs turned and ran away, but Uruk would not give them a chance.

  He came here just to win the favor of the Holy Emperor and Brother Mao Mao.

  The only way to achieve this goal is to fight.

   Just kill all these little bugs.

  He replaced the hacker, picked up the chug, and rushed up.

   Pull the trigger once, and a few bugs collapsed in front of it.

   Several bugs wanted to fight back, Uruk snorted coldly, smashed the opponent's head to pieces with a big chug, and knocked seven or eight bugs away with another shot.

  A worm raised the long sword in its hand and pierced Uruk's body.

  Although the worms' swords were long, they were too thin, and they didn't feel much when piercing Uruk's huge body.

  He cursed secretly, picked up the bug with one hand, and hit the other person's face with his head desperately. After a few strokes, the bug's head was smashed to pieces.

   After solving the bugs in his hand, Uruk continued to charge with the boys.

  Ulver is the center of the battle, and the maymoths can see that he is the leader of the invaders, but they can't do anything.

  The thick armor and protective force field made all their attacks ineffective.

  Even a sword fairy can't break through the thick defense.

   In addition, there is a layer of WAAAAGH force field on the surface of Ufo's body.

  If you want to break through his defense, you can't do it at all.

   Maymoths attempt to activate a defensive tower on a city wall.

  As they injected power into the defensive tower, the tower was briefly activated.

  Countless runes were lit up, exuding a palpitating atmosphere.

   Divine chains of order appeared near the tower and intertwined together.

  But in the next second, the tower was shattered by Ufo's slap.

Countless mighty moths were backlashed by the backlash. They vomited blood and died continuously. They all fell down and were trampled into mud by the swarming orc boys. Even if they were lucky, the maymoths who wanted to escape would be swarmed up The Orc Kid Slaughter.

  The ramparts quickly turned into a one-sided massacre.

  By the end of the war, the pungent smell of blood had permeated every corner.

   There are signs of destruction everywhere.

   Those magnificent buildings were also blown into ruins, with a large number of broken flesh and corpses scattered.

  Uffer did not stop.

  This is just an exterior wall.

  The Dark Abyss Fortress is huge and is a product left over from ancient civilizations.

   Its size has to be calculated in astronomical units.

  The civilization level of the maymoth race living in it is not high, and it has only reached the feudal era.

  They live in the world left over from ancient civilizations and practice extraordinary powers.

   After breaking through the outer wall, the orcs still have to deal with the enemies inside before the mission ends.

   Of course, this is not a difficult thing.

   It just takes some time.

   Ufo moved his huge body.

  Behind him, countless orc boys rushed to various places in the aircraft emitting black smoke.

  This world, which is unimaginably huge to Maymoth, is just a galaxy for warming up in the eyes of Uver.

   There are no powerful enemies in this world.

  Those so-called saint-level and demigod-level powerhouses are weak.

  The abilities they possess are equivalent to psionic kids.

   It just divides a lot of unnecessary level titles.

  But no matter how domineering those titles are, there is no way to change the objective facts.

   Somewhere in the Dark Abyss Fortress.

  A magnificent holy place is located here.

  The holy land covers a vast area and has stood for thousands of years.

  Hundreds of surrounding countries respect this holy place.

  Even those royal families are proud to be disciples of the Holy Land.

   But now, Scarface Fang and his orc boys have occupied this place.

  The Santa Empire has been slaughtered.

  The returning Northern King saw his parents and children killed and his people slaughtered. Holding a knife in his hand, he took the remaining Northern Cavalry to seek revenge.

  The ending naturally doesn't make much difference.

   The menacing, so-called invincible Northern Cavalry was overwhelmed by countless orcs.

  Half-step sage, pillar of the empire, king of the north, the talker of the rivers and lakes, was slapped into a pulp by a slap on the face.

  The entire Santa Empire was destroyed, and the imperial capital fell after only holding on for a day and a half.

  The royal family and nobles were massacred.

  None of the elderly, weak, women and children were spared.

  Scarface Fang took his orc boy to slaughter around.

  In the end, even this ancient holy land that stood for thousands of years was brutally murdered by him.

  The maymoths practicing in the holy land were slaughtered.

  The Holy Lord, who possessed the strength of the holy level, was submerged by the orc kid. His entire body was torn apart, his intestines spilled all over the floor, and he screamed for several hours before he died.

  There are dead bodies everywhere.

  The only survivor is the last hall at the core of the Holy Land.

  The main hall is magnificent and covers a large area, almost the size of a small town.

   Up to thousands of meters.

   Standing in the ruins, it is particularly conspicuous.

  The surviving maymoths hide inside.

  The outside of the main hall is protected by a shield formed by countless runes.

  Those runes were intertwined to form an impenetrable formation, firmly protecting the last temple.

   Countless orcs are surrounding the final hall.

   The trapped maymoth looked out from the hall, and there were endless green tides overwhelming the sky and the sky, countless.

  They are like a flat boat in a storm, ready to be swallowed up by this terrible green wave at any time.

  The orcs surrounded the final hall.

   Keep firing, or use artillery to bombard the opponent's barrier.

  Try to completely eliminate the enemy.

  Every attack of the orcs will leave faint ripples on the shield intertwined with runes.

  The maymoth powerhouses of the Holy Land gathered together to block the green tide all over the sky by activating a special stone tablet.

  A maymoth with dry blood and dying wood sat on the highest seat in the hall.

   It was he who presided over the formation that guarded the hall, so that those orcs did not attack.

  Old Maymoth exuded the aura of a holy powerhouse.

  He is the foundation of the Holy Land, sleeping for thousands of years, only born to protect the Holy Land.

  The withered body contained majestic power.

  The deflated skin is crystal clear, exuding a holy aura.

  Old Maymoth remained silent, sitting on the main seat, maintaining the formation wholeheartedly.

  Countless women and children in the great hall were weeping, and every maymoth showed despair.

  The young Maymoth had a look of grief and indignation on his face.

  Some disciples who had practiced in the Holy Land for a long time held weapons and were ready for a desperate battle.

  Scarface Fang looked outside at the tortoise-like formation. The orc boys attacked continuously but failed to make any breakthrough.

   "Grandma, go and ask those mechanic boys to pull up my cannon." Scarface slapped his thigh fiercely, and was about to use the cannon he bought from Xiami some time ago.

   After a while, a cannon with a muzzle as big as an orc boy's head was pulled over.

  Several big fighters clattered with hammers.

  The muzzle condensed blue light, like a small blue sun, so bright that people couldn't open their eyes.

   A moment later, with a bang, a blue beam shot out from the muzzle.

   hit the shield formed by the interweaving of countless runes.

   After just a few breaths, the shield was pierced, revealing a gap.

   Poof! puff!

  The old Maymoth who was in charge of hosting the formation in the main hall suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

  The formation also shook.

  Enemies poured in along the torn gap.

  The sound of shouting and killing resounded through the last pure land.

   Holocaust broke out everywhere.

  Women and children screamed.

  The maymoth disciples in the Holy Land shouted one after another, rushed towards the enemy, and were knocked down, their skulls cracked.

  The old maymoth with holy power opened his eyes.

  It has run out of strength

   His turbid eyes looked at the green enemies who appeared in front of the main gate of the main hall, especially the huge monster, showing despair.

   Nothing can stop that behemoth.

  The most outstanding disciple of the Holy Land was easily beaten into a disgusting lump of mud in front of the opponent's brute force.

  Old Maymoth raised his hand tremblingly, his fingertips gathered a little light.

  That point of light is extremely terrifying, and it contains endless dao rhyme.

  Unfortunately, the old maymoth failed to deliver the final blow.

  Its head hangs down weakly, and its body also turns into pieces of fly ash with embers.

  The surviving maymoths who hid in the hall were slaughtered.

  The majestic hall that stood for thousands of years became ruins.

   Scarface Liao pulled out the ancient civilization left behind, the stone tablet containing mysterious power.

   This thing is as valuable as the scrap provided by Xiami.

  He has to take this thing back and let the big tech masters think about how to use it.

   There are hundreds of great masters following Scarface.

  Makai is one of them.

  His technique is very "exquisite".

   Quite a few orc-kids have been brought back to life by his ingenuity.

  An orc boy was stabbed in the arm by those worms, and now he was being fixed on the blood-stained operating table. Makai held a chainsaw and was about to saw off the whole hand and replace it with an iron hand.

  In order to avoid resistance, he had already smashed the orc boy's head several times to ensure that the guy would not wake up until the operation was over.

   Some captured maymoths were kept in cages.

   They looked in horror at the wounds that only needed to be bandaged and were fine, and were directly amputated by that lunatic guy.

   After sawing off the hand, a series of sparking cables and pipes were inserted into the wound, and then the metal arm was installed on it.

   A couple of Grits with gas torches start fixing and welding that arm.

  After the operation was completed, Makai knocked out all the teeth of the orc kid, and as his own reward, threw the unlucky guy out.

  After completing this transaction, Makai started to work again.

   Some of the various stone tablets and various ancient civilization objects with mysterious power collected by Scarface were handed over to him.

  He is now studying how to use it.

  He caught two mayflies from the iron cage, disemboweled them with ease, and then stopped the bleeding to ensure that they would not die.

   Then remove the head shell and connect the nerve circuit.

   After finishing all this, he randomly picked a few pieces of jade and asked the grit to stuff them into the hands of the two hapless bastards, and began to test.

   One of the grits yanked the switch, and the powerful current slammed it into the air.

  The two maymoths trembled involuntarily, and the jade in their hands also shone brightly, and countless runes emerged from it.

   "I've been thinking about this thing, and I'm sure we can use it." Makai looked at the messy symbols dancing on the broken screen.

  Those symbols looked very chaotic, but Makai could see the way in them.

  If a sage of the Mechanicum is here, seeing these symbols, I am afraid that the obsessive-compulsive disorder will burn his head.

   After observing for a while, Makai caught a fart and prepared to practice it.

  (end of this chapter)