Tyre! (II)

Namat had brought the fewest boys, because he firmly believed one dirty vehicle was worth a thousand boys.

After a brief period of aiming, the dirty vehicles on the outer edge of the encirclement opened fire.

Boom boom~~~~~!

Scorching shells shot from their barrels toward the center of the arc, instantly annihilating everything within their destructive range.

The humans' hastily constructed defensive line finally collapsed completely when the dirty vehicle tanks joined the battle.

Shabal seized the opportunity and immediately launched another volley.

"Get lost, all of ya!! This one's mine!"

Grak rose to his feet and charged into the already chaotic human camp, the Ripper in his hand howling with death.

The surviving defenders were scattered throughout the camp. Their organization was gone, and they could only fight on their own.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Grak plunged into a group of stupid Shrimp, driving his sawteeth between bone and flesh while continuously firing his pistol with his other hand—when he was in the mood, he did not mind a little target practice.

At the center of the crowd, he saw a Shrimp boss in a military coat shouting orders at his bodyguards.

This seemingly blustering Shrimp held a gleaming longsword still dripping with blood in one hand and raised a gun in the other.

He looked like a pretty good target.

Dodging a bayonet thrust from an awkward angle, Grak used his momentum to swing the Ripper, severing the heads of every Shrimp around him who dared attack him, then fired several shots at a group of clumsy Shrimp pointing their guns at him.

The warlord then tossed aside his pistol and strode toward the Shrimp leader.

That head was definitely his!

On the other side of the camp, green energy flames burned around Batka's body.

"Monmi monmi~