"This time it's the Wolf Gang, the Ghoul Gang and the Devil Boy Gang who have joined forces. It's good to deal with them and let the assimilated people go back. Then the sect can control three gangs again."
This female gene stealer seemed to have a very high status, and everyone around her listened respectfully to what she said.
"We have to close the door and beat the dogs, and the streets will be blocked."
Soon, intensive gunfire and the roar of trucks rang out even outside the clubhouse. It was obvious that these gene stealers were well prepared and had already laid out their manpower.
"Kill them all, save a few with better genes, and take them back to the breeding center."
Just when she was about to leave, she suddenly felt a ripple like heart palpitations rippling through her spiritual connection, as if an enraged beast was staring at her viciously with its eyes.
Not just her, but all the Genestealers felt it.
"fuck your mother...."
In the hall on the first floor of the club that had fallen into chaos, a stout figure was slowly standing up from the ruins of the overturned box.
He took off the half-broken triangular sunglasses from his face, then crushed them into pieces, and spat out white mist from his slightly open mouth.
"Damn it, you finally came out to be cool once, but you guys are in such a bad mood..."
One after another, grotesque figures stood up from the ruins.
Even the pure-blooded beasts hiding in the shadows roared in confusion.
Throwing the fragments of sunglasses on the ground, Rozim suddenly laughed ferociously.
"Today's prostitute... I'm really determined to be a prostitute!"
As he spoke, he stretched out his hands, and Karen and Chuanquillo each handed two huge, extremely cool-looking swords to his hands. The one on his right hand was nearly one meter long, with a curved blade and a thick blade.
The back of the knife has a row of jagged undulations, like the fangs of a giant shark, and the handle has a smiley face similar to a clown, and two Gothic words - clean.
This was the weapon left by the mysterious Dantasinla boy before he disappeared. It seemed to be made from the weapon he obtained from the unlucky Plague Marine during his adventure in Commorragh - Rozim didn't know it.
This weapon is called the Human Reaper. It has been used by Typhons, the Captain of the Death Guard for ten thousand years. It contains a strong power of corruption, but now it has been transformed into a machete with a very funny shape.
The other weapon is slightly shorter and has the shape of a fighting knife used by human naval gang members, but it is combined with the entropy technology of the Hrud people, that is, the entropy blade technology, so the entire blade is covered with a layer of
The gray mist looks very mysterious.
Holding two long knives, Rozim turned to look at the woman who pushed them down from the height. He quickly noticed the mole in the corner of her eyes and immediately realized that the woman was the four-handed enchantress he was about to order.
"Hmm... I like it so much, it's so sexy and exciting! Even if it's an alien, I recognize it, and now I'm so excited that I can pull it out!"
Then, he pointed the knife in his right hand at the opponent.
"Today, either you will be raped by me first and then killed, or I will kill all your people and then rape you first and then kill you. You choose one."
"Disgusting maggots, how dare you be rude to Madam!"
A beautiful maid on the side immediately scolded her.
Rozim licked his tongue.
"Don't worry, I can handle both of them."
The four-handed enchantress just stared at Rozim coldly. She had already realized that the two weapons in the opponent's hands were not simple. The gray power surrounding them made her feel a little nervous even from such a distance.
The result of being hit by this thing is definitely not very good, and the identity of the person who owns such a thing is probably not simple either.
But since the other party has discovered their identities, according to regulations, they cannot be allowed to leave alive.
"kill."
After a brief instruction, guns and cannons fired in an instant, and a sheet of white snow swallowed up the location where several people were.
Then there was a series of explosions!
boom--
"What!"
The four-handed enchantress turned around in shock, only to see the firepower points high up exploded violently one after another. All the shooters above were blown to pieces, and their flesh and blood flew everywhere.
At the same time, a huge machine suddenly emerged from the front desk of the hall. It looked like an oversized metal mouse, and then pierced the body of a pure-blood gene stealer who was about to pounce with its sharp claws.
, the beast let out a howl of agony, as horrific as a human scream, before being torn apart by the forearms of the giant rat-shaped machine.
The new bloods were suddenly in stunned silence.
"Kill! Kill! Kill! I'm going to fucking pull the flag now!!"
Rozim rushed out of the smoke. With the help of Loken's protective force field, no one was hurt. He rushed towards the stairs, slashing with his left hand and slashing with his right hand. Several gene stealers were directly chopped into ashes.
Yes, if you are hit by his weapon, you will die without any body parts.
At the same time, Doge also broke out of his clothes again. He held a flaming battle ax and climbed up the stairs from the other side. Anything in his way was chopped open by him like wood.
"Block them! Block them!"
Seeing that something was wrong, the commander of the Genestealers shouted loudly, and then asked the maids to drag the stunned female cult leader away.
At this time, the situation was completely chaotic. The gene stealers were still fighting gangs and thugs, but their command team was being chased by several inexplicable things. If they hadn't had a stable psychic connection, they would have been completely defeated.
Just as Rozim continued to move up, preparing to deal with the guy who "immortally jumped" him, a big guy blocked his way, and an aberration roared in a low voice and walked forward, with a long iron chain
Rolling down the iron armor that wrapped the twisted body, swaying and colliding with each other with every step it took, a metal baffle covered the monster's chest, and small sections of iron chains were driven into the beast's arms, with each end
Attached to a fresh human scalp, the monster slapped the huge hammer head on the palm of its left hand. It was not wood or stone, but a sharp weapon made of metal, which seemed to be crying out for blood.
Rozim gestured directly at the beast with his machete, sure that the corrupted creature would interpret this gesture as a challenge.
Sure enough, the aberrant body revealed a row of sharp fangs, shining coldly in the night. At this time, a smaller creature gathered around screamed and jumped forward, holding a rusty sword in its hand.
But the aberration raised its hammer and smashed its kind, and the bloody fragments were thrown in the open space. The meaning was very clear that no one was allowed to snatch its prey.
This low-IQ beast is extremely difficult to control, even with a spiritual link.
The aberration then ran forward, its clawed feet splashing gravel on the ground with every step it took. Rozim stood with contempt on his face, his machete in an idle state, hanging motionless by his side.
Even beasts would be enraged by this kind of contempt. The aberration raised its copper ax high, let out a final roar and jumped forward.
Suddenly, a white light flashed, and the aberration in mid-air was instantly separated from its flesh and bones, turning into a pool of pus and splashing on the wall.