Chapter 201: Warhammer: What Do You Mean You Conquered the Zerg

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Protagonist:

Lin En

Lena

Outside the outpost, more than two hundred fart spirits stood in a dense black mass, each holding a blade, their aura fierce.

Those blades flashed in the sunlight, some still stained with blood left from who knows when.

A Wu was at the very front, it was a circle larger than an ordinary fart spirit, wearing a discarded bulletproof vest with several bullet holes in its chest, but still sturdy.

An axe was tucked at its waist, the axe blade polished bright, able to easily split a fart spirit from head to toe in two.

It looked at Yaduoduo with contempt, a cold smile hanging at its mouth corner, as if looking at a chicken awaiting slaughter.

The thugs behind it were all fierce and evil, boasting to each other about how many people they had slashed.

In contrast, on Yaduoduo's side, most of the underlings had been workers not long ago, thin as bamboo poles, standing there like scarecrows that would fall at the slightest breeze.

Their weapons were randomly picked-up wooden sticks, bound with iron sheets or stones, and the hands holding the weapons were all trembling.

Some fart spirits simply held nothing, standing there gripping their fists, looking very strained.

The two sides looked completely not on the same level.

Like a flock of sheep facing a pack of hungry wolves.

A Wu did not rush to act, it stepped forward, its voice as unpleasant as sandpaper rubbing:

"Yaduoduo, things that don't belong to you, I advise you to just hand them over."

It didn't clearly say what, but all the fart spirits present knew.

Dingxi, teeth, and the wealth A Wen left behind.

A Wu never expected that those 1500 Premium Big Teeth had already been spent by Yaduoduo.

Yaduoduo stood at the very front, a hand cannon slung over its shoulder.

It had already perfectly mastered that thing.

It responded to A Wu, attitude very firm:

"Hmph, this is something I got through my own skill, just because you say a word I should return it to you?"

A Wu narrowed its eyes, dangerous light flashing in those narrow eyes:

"Meaning there's nothing to talk about?"

"Of course!" Yaduoduo knew, at this time it couldn't go soft.

Once soft, everything would be over.

The underlings standing behind it would run, and the fart spirits still watching would turn to A Wu.

Those teeth, dingxi, and everything gained by climbing to this position would all flow away like sand.

Seeing Yaduoduo so tough, a hunched figure beside A Wu edged over.

It was a beastman, but very short, only 1.5 meters, wearing ill-fitting armor, looking a bit comical.

The big guy who recruited soldiers back then didn't look up to it at all, disliking it as too short, too useless.

In the end it could only follow beside A Wu as a strategist, offering ideas, running errands.

"Big Boss, this Yaduoduo is so tough, I'm afraid there's a trick!"

It lowered its voice, eyes darting around, like a frightened mouse.

A Wu nodded.

They had all heard the legend of Purple Shadow, that purple shadow that murdered A Wen outside the tavern.

A Wen's head was torn off alive, blood spraying everywhere.

Actually, whatever scheme the little runt had in mind, they all knew clearly.

Nothing more than wanting to use A Wu's hand to test what exactly that purple shadow behind Yaduoduo was.

If Yaduoduo really had something behind it, then A Wu would be the stone probing the path.

If not, then A Wu would be the knife that kills.

Either way, the little runt wouldn't lose out.

The two people's gazes collided in midair, neither willing to yield.

The underlings of both sides were waiting, waiting for the Big Boss to speak.

Yaduoduo's side underlings' legs were shaking, A Wu's side underlings were also shaking. The legend of Purple Shadow left them without confidence in their hearts too.

Someone secretly looked back, afraid that purple shadow would suddenly jump out from behind.

Even if they looked fierce, their essence was still fart spirits, timidity was their nature.

Seeing Yaduoduo's side indeed had no more movement, A Wu waved a hand.

"Charge for me!" More than two hundred thugs surged forward, battle cries shaking the sky.

Those blades were raised, flashing in the sunlight into one piece, like a pack of hungry wolves pouncing on a flock of sheep.

Yaduoduo gritted its teeth, it wasn't a coward!

"Follow me!" It charged at the very front, using the hand cannon as a charging cannon, able to fire, able to club people.

It knew, as long as A Wu was killed, they could win.

Those underlings saw the Big Boss charge, and also wailed as they followed, but their steps were unsteady, legs still shaking.

"Kill one, reward ten teeth!" Under a heavy reward there must be a brave man.

Those weak underlings heard about teeth, their brains heated up, and they wailed as they charged up.

But they were far too inferior to professional thugs.

The enemy took one down with a single blade, and they didn't even have proper weapons.

A worker raised a wooden stick, was chopped down by one blade, his arm severed along with it, and fell screaming to the ground.

Another worker charged with a crude spear, was kicked over, and three or four blades stabbed into his belly at once.

Yaduoduo's side fell one after another, shrieks rising and falling, blood splashing everywhere.

Yaduoduo himself kept blasting several Ork Boyz away in succession.

One hand cannon shot per target, those hit flew straight out, blood and flesh everywhere.

The Ork Boyz saw their comrades' corpses and their legs went soft, but those behind kept pushing forward.

It blasted one after another, but the Bao Dan were limited; it had already fired ten in a row, its purse drained dry.

So it started swinging people with the hand cannon, the barrel smashing heads, brains bursting, the stock elbowing bellies, knocking them flying directly.

It was like a mad beast, charging left and right through the crowd, every strike carrying desperate ferocity.

After killing over a dozen Ork Boyz, Yaduoduo's stamina began to fail.

Gradually, it was surrounded.

Seven or eight Ork Boyz held blades against it, grinning savagely, approaching step by step.

Blood still dripped from the blade tips, all its underlings' blood.

A Wu stood behind, watching all this, frowning.

Could this Yaduoduo really just be an ordinary Ork Boyz?

Was his brother A Wen just unlucky enough to be killed by it?

Yaduoduo watched the blades drawing nearer, despair surging in its heart.

Indeed, it still couldn't do it.

Without taking on seven, it was nothing.

The Bao Dan were spent, its strength exhausted, underlings dead or fled.

It closed its eyes, waiting for that final blade.

Suddenly, a wild roar came from behind A Wu.

That sound wasn't an Ork Boyz, nor a Squig, but even more savage and ferocious.

Everyone stopped moving and turned to look.

In the rising dust and mist were blurred figures, only faint purple visible.

Their posture was like evil ghosts rushing out of Hell.

A Wu was shocked and immediately ordered his underlings to protect him.

"Block them! Quickly block them!"

But those thugs had already panicked.

They didn't know what was in the dust and mist, but instinct told them: danger!

That was a fear engraved in their bones.

Almost face-to-face, they finally saw the other side's true face.

They were a group of strong Ork Boyz, wearing strange purple clothes, blurred figures in the dust and mist, like moving shadows.

The leader was two meters three, all muscle.

Just standing there made people feel breathless.

Over a hundred experienced street-fighting thugs were not worth a single blow before these Ork Boyz.

They used no weapons, only bodily impacts, smashing the Ork Boyz' defensive line into disarray.

One Ork Boy lowered his head, charging into the crowd like a bull, knocking three or four Ork Boyz flying.

Another Ork Boy spread his arms, slapping two Ork Boyz together like flies, their brains bursting.

One Ork Boy was picked up directly and thrown like trash, smashing into a group.

After the Ork Boyz died, their machetes fell to the ground.

Those Ork Boyz picked them up, weighed them, and grinned.

Immediately, a massacre began.

The Ork Boyz picked up the fallen machetes, reaping Ork Boyz' lives like harvesting wheat.

The Ork Boyz wielded sharp machetes, even able to kill two Ork Boyz with one blade.

Those thugs who had just been fierce as evil gods now ran around like frightened rabbits.

The Ork Boyz began to flee, throwing away weapons, scrambling on the ground, some kneeling to surrender directly.

But in these Ork Boyz' eyes, there was no such thing as surrender.

They only saw one motionless target after another beckoning them to come chop it.

A Wu was knocked down in the chaos, and before he could get up, a big foot stepped on his back.

He struggled desperately, limbs clawing at the ground, but that foot didn't budge.

Yaya looked down at the Ork Boyz struggling desperately underfoot, and raised a machete.

Yaduoduo shouted from afar: "Take one alive!"

Too late, the blade had fallen.

A Wu's head rolled away and was crushed on the spot by another passing Ork Boyz.