Facing the sudden appearance of several fierce men, Green Skin was completely confused about what was firing at them. In shock, both the thugs and the warriors all turned into splashing blood and broken flesh and blood dissipated.
The heavy bomb gun roared, the meat rabbit was torn to pieces, the armor flashed like shrapnel, and even the vehicle was cut in half.
"Do everything else!"
The battle prayers are closely linked to the roar of weapons, and the sound becomes a pure resonance like crystal.
Even Robin smiled, and he knew very well every word he heard, every boiling in his blood—that was what he pursued, longed for and loved.
The Emperor was with him, and His flame was in his heart, like a bomb gun in his hand.
And it made him feel good.
At the back of the waist, the heavy shackles were jingling, as if begging for a chance to release, but the time has not yet come...
On the other hand, even though Green Skin has various shortcomings, they do not have the intention to give up easily. They have no interest in the emperor's anger and have no tactics. Normal people may lie on the ground to cover and shoot when facing fierce firepower, but these beasts will not do this.
They roared angrily, waved the shoddy weapons in their hands, and launched a charge directly at the recruits.
"They are here!"
Robin raised the blaster in his hand and aimed at the largest green skin.
The command structure of Green Skin is very simple. The bigger the one, the more important it is to say. If he can get rid of the leader, the more likely it is to eradicate the rest.
The battle prayers still surround him, his voice joining in, feeling the singing stimulates the nerves like wildfire.
The second wave of greenskins rushed forward in anger, they roared, they were eager, and they seemed to have no end.
The beasts were now very close to them, and he could clearly see them: bursting out fangs and green skin, rusty weapons and armor made of steel and ceramic steel picked up from the battlefield.
One of them was wearing black shoulder pads and had the logo of a double-headed eagle on his head.
The fierce firepower of the bombs plowed a bloody path in the dense green-skinned team, but their losses did not stop them. Instead, they picked up dying and trampled weapons and continued to move forward.
The heavy bomb roared and roared in the hands of the two soldiers, while Zod kept firing with his sniper rifle, carefully selecting his target.
The battlefield became a chaotic dance hall made of blood, smoke and noise. Green skin yelled while drooling, stomping down likes or assholes into pieces.
Haumo's voice broke the craze of battle. His explosive gun was silent and was replacing the link.
"If we continue like this, our bullets won't last long."
Robin frowned, but the shooting on his hands was not affected.
The leading green skin took a few steps back in the crimson blood mist, and the green skins of the others continued to surge, like a corrupt green tide, and like a huge beast, with no order and no fear at all, howling and roaring like an animal.
Robin felt the anger in his body rising straight, and then he fell back to the magnesium-like and white rage of justice.
Behind the rising smoke, several larger figures were moving forward, with vulgar but beautifully decorated weapons, and those weapons kept exploding bursts of fire.
A bunch of smaller and darker farts ran around the battlefield. They picked up the things on the ground and shook them, then bit them and picked them away excitedly.
Robin hung the blaster back on his waist, pulled out the crossed swords behind him, and then pulled down the force field activation button.
With the activation of the force field, the two swords roared anxiously, eager for the alien's blood.
Bahram, who was at the end of the team, also had a close-range confrontation with Green Skin. He first knocked down one with his butt, kicked one to the ground, grabbed the axe in his hand and chopped the other Green Skin back. The originally light gray scout's breastplate is now polished by the color of death.
Robin rushed into the green pile alone.
He held the power sword, his arms swirled, and then cut through a green-skinned throat before slashing into the chest of the other. Both beasts fell down almost at the same time, while the third one had already started howling because of his loss of his arm.
Robin's sword was so fast that when he took the fifth step, ten green-skinned lying on both sides.
Then he stepped on the head of a rude butt and chopped towards the two green skins walking side by side. At this moment, he was the embodiment of death, representing the emperor's anger, carving the enemy's armor, flesh and bones with the sword in his hand, allowing blood to sprinkle into the air like red wine.
After cutting down the fifty-sixth greenskin, Robin saw something else.
A war leader.
This beast is very huge, three meters tall, and its muscles seem to be made of granite. It has some metal on its ears. One tooth on its jaw is particularly prominent. It is almost covered with armor. You can see some well-known patterns on it - Oak's smiley face, skeleton graffiti, etc.
This is also the biggest and damn green skin Robin has ever seen on the battlefield.
Its red eyes had sharp, cunning eyes, and it had already stopped its gaze on Robin.
“waaaaagh!!!”
Around them, the melee slowed down into a smooth dance of blood and blades, Robin glanced out of the corner of his eye to Bahram and punched a certain green-skinned face with his crimson fist. The Oak shook his body and took a few steps back, then shook his head, and then fainted on the ground.
Oscar was on the flank cover and continued shooting, and the green skins he killed were almost piled up into a hill.
Robin continued to charge. As one of the first batch of new recruits from the Knights of the Astrology, his talent, Gao Liansol, often mentioned in front of Soshyang.
Of course, as famous as Robin's swordsmanship, his arrogance is also his pride.
Many recruits think he is too proud, but Robin feels that there is no problem, but he is not very good at communicating with others. Bahram and Hauer have a good relationship with him know that he is a cold outside and hot inside.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! In fact, Robin doesn't care about what the outside world says, but the better his swordsman, the more alienated the instructor Thor he admires, he doesn't know what the reason is, and this has become a big heart disease.
Once he heard the mysterious think tank say that Robin looks like an old friend in Thor's past, but when he asked who the old friend was, the white-skinned think tank would just laugh and not answer.
But these thoughts never appeared because Robin's attention was focused on reality and on the green-skinned boss.
It was like the other person's attention was on him.
The two were like the center of a storm, with the green leather carrying two axes, both as long as its muscle-filled front arm, and a huge pistol was inserted into its belt.
Suddenly, it moved.
Not only is it big, it is also very fast.
Robin has become accustomed to the slow motion of greenskins, and they used to knock down enemies by brute force rather than speed or skill.
This one is different.
But Robin was not panicked, but followed Thor's teachings and let the combat instinct guide his sword. It was an intuition, a pure concentration, and it was also part of his combat training.
The Green Skin Leader's first strike was blocked, followed by a second stroke, and when the axe bit the blade of the Power Sword, it burst into friction screams.
The Green Skin Boss did not retreat. It used brute force to try to control the situation. Robin began to retreat, blocked the attack and then held back the second stroke. His boots stepped between the internal organs and corpses everywhere.
It followed his footsteps, its breath was as dirty as its yellow teeth, and it kept roaring, as if threatening and mocking the opponent, but Robin didn't care about its arrogant words.
He is waiting for the opportunity, and then it will surely die here.
Another blow, then another, the Green Skin boss tried to keep pushing forward, but it didn't notice the cold light in Robin's eyes.
Suddenly, it felt a severe pain under it. When it lowered its head, it found that its left leg and knee had been cut off. It was out of balance and it roared and tilted. Then two long swords came like a strong wind, and its arms, armor, nose, ears, and fangs flew up one by one.
In just a few seconds, he dismembered the huge beast Lingchi, which scared the boys around him so much that they turned their heads and ran away.
Robin's last blow was to stab the sword into the beast's head and twee the brain matter inside into a green paste.