13th floor – Lv. 775 Lava Hammer Assault Division (7)
The long dark red hair looks like a mane.
Beasts of terrifying form growled low.
“That’s a good sound.”
“It would be nice if you could tame it and ride it.”
“That’s not a creature. You idiot.”
“Heh, that’s what it means.”
A giant blood wolf.
The height is almost over 2 meters.
It is a beast that is menacing enough even for trolls and should be avoided if it is an ogre.
Of course, as long as they are at the military level, everyone has experience fighting a vampire wolf.
Goblins, who do not have strong racial characteristics and show strength in an organized battlefield, often get along well as general soldiers.
However, vampires, on the other hand, have many powerful entities and have various anomalous functions.
So, vampires used to appear as a small number of elites with a certain purpose rather than a general soldier.
Of course, the vampire unit, which operates as a special force, does not fight greenskins fairly.
Among them, the ones that almost always exist are the ones who have strengthened the summoned beasts they create with blood.
They are mainly beings thrown out as scapegoats for escape.
It was annoying, but not fatal.
Of course, the vampire summons I’ve seen in the past weren’t that huge.
However, there was no significant difference, and there seemed to be no difference except that the color was a little dark.
Thus, even when the first troll was sacrificed, the officers on the ground were not so agitated.
It’s just that the dead guy was a little comfy, and it’s just something that happens all the time.
Another valuable staff resource has been lost, and the only ones that will wrap their foreheads are the ogres in the Insa Office.
The staff didn’t even care about that fact.
“Is that the god of the Federation?”
“It wasn’t a god, it was Daejeonsa or something like that.”
“Is the exile delicious?”
Cannibalism is not a taboo for monsters who only enjoy eating meat.
Vampires are especially weird. It was not uncommon to taste an opponent after winning a war.
Of course, that doesn’t mean it’s negligent.
Even a dead troll was strong enough.
The slow gait that showed the strength of the strong was transformed into a rush that recognized the enemy.
A loud battle cry rang out.
* * *
Greenskin’s battle cry creates, in a sense, a horror beyond the infrasound of beasts.
Originally, there were soldiers who withdrew a little.
But now there was no one there. The goblins remembered the great incarnation of chaos sitting next to them, and easily overcame their fears.
It was the same with the fallen elite droppers.
It was a rough terrain surrounded by greenskin on all sides, but the conviction that we would win is firmly supporting our morale.
Their task was simple.
Wait until the warlord’s arrangement covers this planet.
And escape quickly.
The country of vampires is the Commonwealth.
During the 500 years of the Federation, a number of powerful vampires appeared.
There are also many great warriors who have fallen in the war, including the national wife, Director Barbara.
And there was one of the stories passed down like a legend.
The story of a planet covered in blood.
It is said that the planet eventually had to be completely burned down and many years had to pass before it could be used again.
The sad thing is that the vampire who reached such a realm was swept away by his own power and lost his life.
It was a pretty famous story.
In a world dominated by all kinds of creatures, the existence of powerful individuals and information about them are important beyond simple fleet power.
You can’t turn everything into a fleet. The fleet is slow and blunt.
A strong individual is an ideal for goblins, who have always been physically weak.
Thus, the history of the Union’s unexpected achievements in the past has been recorded and passed down above all else.
It was the Empire that suffered it, so I think the record will remain in the Empire as well.
The Imperial Greenskins are usually far from studying and do not live long enough for those who have witnessed them to live.
If you remember, old dragons or dragons, but at least they weren’t on this battlefield.
So, looking at that dark red wolf right now, there seemed to be no Greenskin who remembered any disaster in the distant past.
The goblin soldiers are thrilled, yet fearful of what will happen behind them.
Believing that they will be engraved in a scene of a new legend.
On the other hand, the rushing Greenskins didn’t seem to care at all.
The machine gun breathes fire.
“Aww!”
“Shoot! Keep shooting! You have to use your stopping power!”
Hand-to-hand combat is the greatest fear of all.
The troll running from the front stops, and the ogre running next to him is in pain from the bullets.
They are so bulky that they are not easily toppled because they are all carrying a miraculous spring of water on their backs.
There, seeing the orcs running in cover and mixing among the giants gives me a headache.
Ogres and orcs even fire.
bang!
Suddenly, the armored car that was put in front of him in a role that was nothing like a torch car leaned over and collapsed. One corner is very crumpled.
“Long live the chaos!”
The goblin, who was crushed by the collapsed armored vehicle, prayed to the end and died.
The cannon that an ogre was carrying on its back was not stable enough, but the caliber was large enough for a whole goblin to fit in.
Their large size and great physical strength allow them to use more powerful firearms.
Goblins, who are smaller than humans, can only handle firearms that can only be managed by fixing them like pistols.
The platoon commanders clenched their teeth.
The ignorant bio-tanks quickly close the distance.
There was a gap as machine gunners continued to be targeted by orc shooters.
Even if the body is removed and a new shooter enters, he soon dies from fire from enemies from all directions.
It was in the middle of washing blood with blood.
“Throw Plasma!”
The killing radius isn’t as big as it looks, but the plasma is effective enough against those monsters.
When they were thrown all at once, the running monsters stopped and could barely catch their breath.
“Descent capsule! Descent directly! Intercept!”
Goblins wearing gear are moving.
The laser anti-aircraft gun, which descends first and intercepts the subsequent descent, is aimed at the hot wire.
The black coffins that had been dropped directly on the camp burned.
“Stand away from the drop point!”
A tube that had not yet evaporated fell in the middle of the seriousness.
The ground was hollow, but the troll did not jump out of it. The smell of roasting.
Tanks that had fallen nearby rushed from the right. It’s called a tank, but in the end it’s only about the size of a troll.
But machines were still stronger than living things.
“Put the muzzle down!”
“Shoot in the name of chaos!”
A troll swung his gleaming plasma greatsword at the approaching tank.
The vertical armor melted, but the tank smashed into it and shredded its guns.
A buffered blue beam pierces the troll’s chest.
The troll makes a strange groan and sucks the liquid it is carrying on its back through its mouth hose.
Additional fire came from the side, and the troll was barely knocked over.
There is no such thing as rank Even when he rushed at his will, the regenerative muscle mass of 5 meters tall was both tough and tough.
And with the flames, an ogre showed his innate magic without regret, and burned a platoon that he had endured by relying on armored vehicles.
The other side quickly fills in that void.
However, in the end, the distance with the Greenskins is getting closer.
Green-skinned monsters charge in casually using the corpse of a comrade as a shield.
Even though they have the same green skin, there is a huge difference in their innate strength.
Lieutenant Colonel Spencer was attacked while leading the front line.
His black glazed plasma wrapped around him and he ran and blew a troll’s head off.
The art of handling cold weapons is oddly highly valued in the Federation.
The racial complex that has been accumulated over the years wants a symbolic scene of victory over the trolls rather than shooting or bombarding them.
Lieutenant Colonel Spencer was a goblin who received more points for swordsmanship than for shooting.
A flashing sword is pitted against an orc that appears from behind the troll’s corpse.
power is pushed But it gently pulls and spills.
The orc’s ax blew fire. Literally, a crude rocket on the back produces destructive propulsion.
There was a limit to letting out overwhelming physical force, but he evaded by rotating his body, and pulled a pistol at his head.
A swordsman of this age should know how to use a pistol with the other hand.
Orcs give out a flurry.
“Such a cowardly goblin…”
“Where is the cowardice in war?”
However, the moment he raised his head, Lieutenant Colonel Spencer had an intuition to die.
Light fills the field of vision.
The gigantic lightsaber used by the trolls already had a blade thicker than a goblin’s torso.
He probably couldn’t even lift it, let alone hold it.
A troll is an opponent that cannot be defeated by a goblin swordsman unless it is a surprise attack.
As he closed his eyes and tried to pray, the light that was trying to burn the lieutenant colonel was blocked.
The legendary warrior’s comrades, with their shields on their backs, resisted the troll’s attacks.
with one hand.
The brown-skinned, muscular human as large as an orc spoke casually.
“You have to lead. Lieutenant Colonel.”
The gun held in the other arm was nothing like a federal rifle.
Perhaps a rare and powerful rifle made by dwarfs.
As the bayonet moved no further, the troll growled displeasedly and applied more force.
A powerful force field that magically traps plasma becomes a blade and digs into the shield.
“Wait!”
The troll was momentarily pushed out of power when he applied force as if hitting the shield and pushed it vigorously.
The muscular Hispanic threw a lo-kick at the leg of a monster he never imagined would be pushed back.
Surprisingly, despite the overwhelming difference in size, it worked.
With a popping sound, the troll tilts. The bridge, like an old tree, was pushed a few meters away with an explosion.
Rather than a blow that was truly staggering, the center of gravity had collapsed because I could not have imagined it.
But that was enough.
Plasma rifles spewed out light until the troll’s jaws were muzzled and his brain shattered.
“I’ve been thinking about it for a long time, but it’s okay.”
The youngest has recently entered the realm that will eventually be reached when shooting tank-based skills.
Being a tank is power.
Power is attack power.
After stacking up countless tank-type passives, skills that have attack power equal to defense power are common in many games.
A high-level tank with a lot of passive stacks is a human-like race with the same strength as a troll.
Because they often die before they get there.
“Look down!”
The youngest reflexively bowed to the familiar voice and raised his shield.
The flash of light and heat passed, and the two orcs who were aiming at the youngest from a distance fell down.
“You’re really strong. You’d be more useful than me.”
“Ugh, bro. I’m always bro’s shield.”
The hunter replied with a grin.
“Thank you for your words.”
* * *
“Ura-cha-cha!”
The girl flew away.
In fact, it jumped, but it must be seen that way to others.
When I stacked a few [dash], it really became a flight. It is also a flight that comes out with a speed comparable to that of a propellant.
The girl’s role is to remove the black coffins that fall in the middle of the goblins’ camp.
A dropper is bound to be shocked immediately after descending one way or another.
In the gap, the descent capsule itself is torn apart and ripped to take the life of the soldier inside.
The girl has been feeling strongly about the game part of the labyrinth recently.
Previously, if something had been cut with simple force, now it felt like ‘attack power’ was starting to settle in the wielding.
Some unrealistic correction, similar to stalk correction.
Take a moment to open the mind map slightly.
In the corner of the girl’s mind map that shines at level 195, the number of passives that have been stacked up so far came to mind.
[Dagger Mastery (10)]
The more mastery and stats accumulate, the stronger the correction of the labyrinth. The correction works beyond reality.
Exiles will eventually become stronger if they are alive.
The girl who was walking around making the black coffins that could not be intercepted really turned into coffins, glanced back.
There were a lot of dark red wolves.
The high-level greenskins, which look very powerful, are fiercely resisting, but it is already clear that there is no chance of winning.
The pouring black coffins also stopped.
I ran out of magic and went to the wizards who were standing still with only guns.
He is holding Mjölnir as if escorting him and looking around.
It is a face full of dissatisfaction.
He finds the girl and says:
“Is it good to have fun alone?”
“Are you not afraid of dying?”
“What are you talking about?”
“I’m um. It’s kind of weird.”
“Originally, all Orcs are weird.”
is it.
The girl roughly agreed.
“Damn it, it looks like he got shot from behind when he stepped forward. Huh. Why don’t you pick up that one rocket axe?”
“Do you like it?”
“It’s so cool. Let’s fight with that one later.”
“I won’t lose!”
“You can’t win even if you don’t look.”
The old orc, not an exile, muttered bitterly.
* * *
The brigadier realized that his thinking was seriously wrong.
It’s not an ordinary summons.
A wolf made of blood unites among us. So it doesn’t even become a giant wolf.
It clumps and clumps into an unrecognizable mass.
Red lumps, wriggling as if they were flowing, poured down.
In between the claws, the eyes, the hair, the teeth… … .
Cut it, burn it, kick it off, widen the distance.
It’s no use doing anything.
It sweeps all around and attacks.
The brigadier felt the blood draining from his face.
You can’t stop the fluid that comes over you like you’re being swept away by a torrent.
A huge jaw swallowed the troll whole.
The brigadier was swallowed up by something that might be a wolf and felt like he was about to drown.
But it wasn’t even that.
The sensations of the body are blurred. From your fingertips, little by little, you become less of yourself.
It feels so terrifying and creepy.
Something is turning into something else.
Somehow, hatred arose. Infinite enmity towards all living things.
It is different from the destructive instinct of a troll.
This is more like a ghoul-like undead… … .
He screamed and drew strength from his body.
When you open your mouth, blood seeps into it.
When he squeezed out the strength of his breastfeeding days, the mighty troll’s strength pushed away the bodies for a while.
The brigadier coughed violently and vomited blood.
And I tried to run.
Ankle caught nope, bitten
Only teeth sprouted from the blood, tearing off the troll’s ankles.
The tip melts away and decomposes.
My body is melting all over.
I tried to run, but my feet were brittle and cramped.
I tried to move forward, swinging my arms even more, but my body began to collapse.
Thanks to her innate regenerative power, she had a smooth body without a single scar. But that regenerative power was useless now.
He staggered forward and eventually collapsed.
drenched in blood again.
eyes are red It’s noisy everywhere.
Something whispers in my ear.
Let’s annihilate all life.
let’s be one
we are one
The brigadier had one last thought before losing consciousness.
I… … .
No, we are one.
* * *
“It’s getting hard to control.”
[Just holding on to it that much is amazing. Isn’t it the right way to use it to be cheap and bouncy?]
“Then we may be overpowered quickly, so we have to be sure.”
It is weaker than expected before it multiplies.
What was originally a wolf is getting out of control.
The share of blood in my [Fountain of Blood] is gradually decreasing.
With a huge body, there is a lot of blood.
The more things that are not even human blood are mixed in, the more this summoned beast tries to get out of my control.
So, it is a summons and a wide area.
Wide-area without even identifying peers.
The most important sub-skill of the unique skill [Blood Lord],
[The Red Beast of the End]
The simple skill name in the world explains all the performance.
If you throw it roughly and bounce it, nothing is left alive.
Fortunately, plants are not treated as living things.
Since it is an extremely vampire-based creature, it seems to be out of the question that blood does not exist in the first place.
[By the way, if you win with this, you won’t be able to use it anyway, right?]
“If I leave this floor, it will stop. The caster has disappeared.”
[That’s how it happens.]
“Did you not know?”
[I think it’s the first time I’ve seen an exile use such a skill.]
“In the kingdom, you have to hide a little.”
[There must be no walking nuclear missiles.]
“If a ranker or so comes along, what can we do, but at that point, we already look hateful.”
The god of nature chuckles and says:
[I’m curious about the leveling plan after reaching the kingdom]
“You’ll see.”
Now there is something more important than that. Slowly, there may be some guys who know what this is.
There won’t be enough room for gun support to blow up here.
Wouldn’t it be possible for a seasoned veteran to come down in a hurry?
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Just when I thought of that, a coffin fell in front of me with an explosion.It is truly a descent capsule designed in a tube-like shape.
What’s inside is so big.
Because the Federation is small, it is round.
Ogre in size.
The coffin burst open as the blood-seeking corpses crept crawling.
A muscular ogre leaps forward.
The hammer it is holding ignites, and the thrust of the rocket hammer accelerates the ogre’s leap.
The blazing flames kept my pets out of reach. If you look at what you put on your body, you can use it very effectively.
A high-level ogre, with two shining stars on his insignia.
I’d be like the commander of an apprenticeship division.
Thinking so, I blinked.