Chapter 602: Visitors From Outer Space

The flames of the explosion rose, and the burning crude off-road vehicle smashed into the front of the chariot. A mutilated corpse fell in front of Old Joey's throne through the broken window. It was the one he had promised to enter. The war boy in the Hall of Valor still had a smile on his face before he died. I don't know if it was too late to change, or if he really believed what he said.

The entire lower body of the war boy, as well as the left side of his body, were gone. The explosion swallowed him up. The high temperature burned his flesh and blood, leaving only a piece of solidified blackness where the blood should have flowed.

Old Joey stood up angrily. He looked around at the towering rugged rocks. Hornet's nest-like hollows were scattered on their surfaces. The midday sun and the burning off-road vehicles lit up the boulders at the end.

"Who did it? Who is attacking us? The revenge of the bullet farm?" Next to Old Joey, the war boy holding the war skull scepter looked around. The other pale-skinned war boys around him, All of them had already raised their guns. Those hanging on both sides of the vehicle jumped off the chariot and spread out in the surrounding narrow valleys.

Behind them, the war convoy drove into this narrow mountain passage. They stood on the truck and looked around with guns drawn. Those on the ground began to walk around, alerting the surrounding war boys, and began to look among the stones and gaps everywhere. Got up, and several of them, under the instructions of Old Joey, cautiously approached the place where the explosion occurred with their guns in hand.

The leader, who used a branding iron on his body to carve the totem of the conquered tribe regardless of pain, raised the long-tube tutu gun in his hand and squatted down. He looked at the flames burning on the ground and the surface that was opened up by the explosion, "Immortal Joe Yeah, it's our motorcycles, they were buried underneath, used as landmines."

"Who buried it?" Old Joey asked loudly on the roof of the car. War Boy seemed to find something on the ground. His hands were twirling among the burning wreckage. It was so interesting. They didn't seem to be afraid of the high temperature, but This is not surprising, after all, who would be shirtless at noon on a planet like this?

He picked up something from the explosion hole on the ground. It was an exploded can with many fragment slots attached to its surface. It looked like it could be used to pretend to be some external fragments, but now, there were There is nothing, only the simplest and most direct traces of the explosion, remaining on the half-remaining object.

The boy lowered his head and looked inside. There was a lot of strong liquid stuck in it, "It's not tribe people, it's city-state people! It's them!"

Before he finished speaking, a crosshair was locked between his eyebrows above the valley at the top. Accompanied by the soft buzzing sound of his finger pulling the trigger, a red light roared in, pierced his head, and hit him directly. It exploded, and his brains sprayed all over the ground. Several boys behind him immediately picked up their guns and looked for the shooter. However, before they found each other, their heads were blown off by several precise shots.

The corpses fell to the ground one by one. The war boy holding the totem scepter opened his eyes wide. His snow-white skin, covered with black paint, his bulging eyes stared at the fallen brothers, "City-state people? I thought, they All of them have been killed by the green beast!" "Obviously not."

As Old Joey spoke, he bent down to avoid the incoming laser beam. The heads of several of the War Sons holding guns beside him were exploded. One of them's eyeballs exploded out and fell directly on Immortal Joey. On his arm, blood sprayed on his thick arm. Joey suddenly looked into the distance and found the reflection flickering between the stones.

"Where is he! In my name, destroy him!" Old Joey clenched his fists and shouted. On the off-road vehicle driving up next to him, the war boy holding a machine gun immediately raised the muzzle of the gun, and the bullet chain was around him. Shaking it sideways, he roared and pulled the trigger, and a violent rain of bullets instantly hit the rocks in the distance.

A figure rolled out from there. He stood up half-crouched, raised the muzzle of his gun and fired three shots, accurately hitting the machine gunner and several people around him. They generally fell into the off-road vehicle, and some rolled over. After landing, another war boy behind them immediately climbed onto the car body, lifted the machine gun and prepared to fire at the shooter.

But at this moment, from the mountainside beside him, a tall figure suddenly appeared from behind the weathered stones. He was carrying a heavy logging gun, and the muzzle of the gun roared violently as the trigger was pulled. The barrage instantly poured onto the off-road vehicle from a not far away place. In the blink of an eye, the boy holding the machine gun was beaten to pieces, and the other boys behind him were also swept away by the hail of bullets.

Beside the off-road vehicle, other war boys with guns looked towards him, but suddenly, several shooters emerged from the other side. Two people, one of whom had a mechanical latch on the lower part of his arm, he Holding a laser pistol and another companion beside him, he fired at the convoy from the side.

The laser beam roared in and penetrated the bodies of several people in an instant. They hurriedly hid behind the car and used it as a cover to raise their guns and prepare to fire. However, immediately after a burst of laser gun fire, the beam swung from the car body. The other side came out and beat several boys behind directly into smoking corpses.

The two people on the mountainside pointed their laser guns downwards and fired continuously. The laser beams penetrated the armored bodies of the tribal tanks from above. Without dealing with the demons and Space Marines, the Astra Militarum For these barbarians and their creations, the laser gun has already hit the dimension.

The convoy was in chaos as the convoy was shot down. Laser beams and bullets from heavy logging guns kept bombarding the convoy crowded in the narrow valley. The most exposed war boys on the backs of their vehicles were the first to be killed. They were directly exposed to the fierce firepower from the left and right sides, and were turned into mutilated minced meat in the cross-fire.

They fell down and hit the sand. On the ground between the convoys, the war boys were constantly looking for cover. Those who were lucky enough not to be hit by the laser guns stretched out their gun barrels from the corners of the vehicles and jumped from the vehicle's site. He opened fire at the two gunmen above from the gap below.

Their bullets whizzed away, and those projectiles that could tear flesh and blood bounced off the red and gray armor. The only result left behind was a scratch mark on the glass of the face. , and this also attracted the attention of the gunman. He turned his head with eyes, looked down at the chassis of the car, and threw down several round spheres, which rolled down the mountainside. It rolled to the bottom of the car chassis, and then suddenly exploded, shattering the person lying there and the vehicle above it.

Steel flew everywhere in the flames, and the broken ground flew over Old Joey's head. He looked around at the gunmen on both sides, and a series of bullets swept past him, breaking a long pipe in the throne room behind him, " Beast gun, let the steel beast come up!"

Old Joey turned around and roared at the truck behind him. Above the tall body, behind the two smoke pipes inserted into the back of the cab, a door suddenly opened, and a heavy machine gun pulled out of it. , the painting of that thing shows that it is a weapon of the local defense force.

I don’t know if they bought it or robbed it, but it doesn’t matter. This weapon from the real empire factory is obviously the strongest here. It immediately went up to the roof of the car, and the one sitting on the back was severely distorted. The shooter had three unnaturally swollen hands, one of which held the trigger, the other stretched out from above, grasping the barrel of the gun and moving around, and the last hand dragged the bullet chain extending from below.

The gunman roared and spun, and the platform below him flexibly rotated left and right. The barrel of the gun also swung and fired at the surrounding valleys. The weathered stones there were immediately beaten into a piece of flying debris. The two gunmen there immediately He threw himself to the side and rolled down the hillside, avoiding the incoming gunfire.

The laser beam roared in and hit the deformed machine gunner in the head. But unexpectedly, he did not die. Half of his head turned into a pool of burnt flesh and blood, and his facial bones hung down. On one side, the eyeball also fell off and was connected by the last few neck lines, but he was not dead. The machine gunner roared and immediately pulled it away with the muzzle of his arm gun, aiming at the precision gunner on the mountain in the distance and firing.

The man on the top of the mountain put down his sniper rifle, spit out the toothpick in his mouth and cursed, then suddenly slid down the mountainside to avoid the roaring artillery fire. The entire top of the mountain was beaten into flying pieces. fragments.

Old Joey looked around and saw that the opponent's firepower was suppressed. He raised his right arm and two fists, "Now, rush forward and destroy them." "For Joey's sake!"

From behind the beaten and paralyzed chariot, the war boys rushed out. They stepped on the broken corpses of their dead blood brothers on the ground. Their smoking flesh and blood was rubbed everywhere on the ground under pairs of footsteps. Everywhere, the brothers who had stepped on them rushed towards the mountainside where the two gunmen were hiding.

But suddenly, another burst of fire came from behind them, and a series of laser beams penetrated the heads, abdomen and back of several people. They quickly stopped and looked behind them, only to see the man who appeared from behind the stone. , a slender figure holding two guns. When she fired, the red hair swayed left and right on her forehead between the translucent glass behind the helmet.

That was a woman, but she was no ordinary woman. She held two guns and fired alternately, quickly knocking the war boys in front of her to the ground. When the boys on the other side who reacted opened fire on her, her The armor blocked the direct fire, and the bullets jingled on it, creating a shower of sparks.

She dodged to the side and raised her guns to aim at them, but just before she opened fire, those boys were beaten into exploding flesh by the fire from the other side, and the tall figure holding a heavy machine gun jumped down from the hillside. , he raised his machine gun and approached the girl. As he walked, the muzzle of the gun fired in all directions. The fierce fire roared between the convoys, making the vehicles jingle. The doors shattered, and the glass burst and scattered everywhere. , and the boys around him were beaten to pieces.

"Get out of here immediately!" Old Joey ordered loudly from the roof of the car. He sat down on the severely mutated driver in the chariot and immediately turned the steering wheel with a squeak. One of his slender arms , pulling down the push lever on the side, the chariot instantly spun from its wheels, rushed backwards, and hit the car behind it.

The driver roared again and pushed forward. The tall chariot instantly spit out blazing flames from several pipes behind Old Joey. Even the interrupted pipes spit out a scarlet flame. The completely burned oil was also spat out, and the dark viscous liquid sprayed on the arm.

The tank rushed forward all of a sudden, knocking aside several cars in front of it and rushing towards the exit at the end of the valley. Undead Joey stood on the shaking roof of the car, looking at the exit that was just around the corner, and the Coke Spring on the horizon, the burning convoy, and the sound of gunfire were all left behind.

The gunmen fired a few shots at his car, but this was Old Joey's own tank, and a few laser shots and heavy bullets would not cause it to catch fire and explode on the spot like those broken tanks. Old Joey stood on the roof of the car, looking at the exit that was approaching rapidly. The tank roared and rushed out from the end of the valley, but just when Joey felt relieved, a shadow appeared above his head.

A man suddenly landed on the roof of the car. He raised his pistol and fired continuously, killing several war boys on the roof. Another man rushed over, grabbed his gun, and wrestled with him at close range, but the man immediately let go of the gun and pulled out a blade with amber lightning from his arm. He turned around and pulled it, instantly cutting off the war boy's arm, and then stabbed him in the neck.

The war boy fell to the side and hit the wheel. His head was directly crushed down into a bursting watermelon. The man holding the dagger rushed over. He was wearing armor, and the war boys along the way couldn't stop him at all. Their gunfire hit him, making a clanging sound, but it couldn't stop him at all.

He kept waving the dagger in his hand, and the amber lightning accompanied the blade in the hot air, leaving a long light strip. He pulled out the knife and cut off the entire rib of the war boy. The broken bone ends fell out of the boy's chest.

The man kicked the boy away, and he flew backwards under the inertia of the chariot. He was pushed away by the tall war boy next to old Joey behind him. He knocked his brother off the chariot, making him tumble and fall on the sand. The tall boy raised the heavy war totem and rushed towards the man.

He swung the totem staff in his hand, and the bird-beak hook at the end of the staff chopped at the man. He raised his arm and blocked it to his side, catching the long staff hitting him, and the war child immediately grabbed the end of the long staff with his hand and hit him in the opposite direction.

The man dodged to the side, and the end of the long staff swung past him. He took a step forward and stabbed the boy's arm with a knife. The amber lightning decomposed his flesh and blood in the blink of an eye until the bones were exposed. The boy roared, staring at him with eyes under black oil paint, then stepped forward and grabbed his arm and threw it out of the chariot.

But the man pulled himself up in the air, clamped his arms with his legs, and then swung a knife. The blade whistled through the hot air and pierced the boy's eye socket. He fell backwards. With the traction of his backward fall, the man who was thrown out was pulled back to the roof.

The boy fell backwards and rolled off the chariot with a knife in his face. He fell on the desert and raised a cloud of dust. Old Joey looked at the boy who fell, then turned his head to look at the man in armor on the roof. He shouted and rushed towards the man, and hit him in the face with his big arm.

The man stepped back to avoid it, and then hit Old Joey's arm from below. The tendon that controls his arm was hit, and his arm trembled uncontrollably. He also stepped back a step. The man in armor rushed up immediately, swinging his fist quickly, hitting Old Joey's elbows, knees and other exposed joints.

The iron fist in the armor hit very powerfully, and each punch was like a cannonball. Old Joey's body was tingling. The pain was transmitted from the joints around him to his mind, making his senses occupied by pain, and he could not effectively face the man in front of him. He did not give Old Joey any time to react.

The man rushed up quickly and threw a loud uppercut in front of him. The reason why it was loud was that the iron fist hit Old Joey's chin, and the sound of the broken bones there echoed brightly.

Old Joey stepped back and bumped into several pipes behind the throne. They were all spewing flames under the chariot. Old Joey looked at the broken pipe on the side. His two hands quickly grabbed the pipe and pulled it out. At the moment the pipe was pulled out, the flames just happened to spray up. The pipe mouth was thrown towards the person who rushed over. The flames sprayed on his body, causing him to stop instantly.

During this short stop, the pipe burst out from the flames, sweeping the flames around, and suddenly hit the man's arm, knocking him out. He fell to the ground, rolled on the roof several times, and flew out from the edge of the roof of the cab. Fortunately, he grabbed the edge of the roof and did not fall off the car.

Old Joey spat out a mouthful of blood, clenched his six arms into fists, and dragged the pipe to the edge of the roof. He looked at the man holding there below and raised the pipe in his hand, but just as Old Joey was about to knock him down, a roaring engine sound came from the side.

A chariot with its roof missing suddenly rushed over. It jumped down from the sand dune, hit the side of the chariot heavily, and sprinted parallel to it. The people in the chariot jumped out of the car. Come, he stood on the top of the chariot, just behind old Joey. The latter only saw a corner of the flying black coat from the corner of his eye, but did not see the rest, but he saw it soon.

Old Joey shouted, and with two thick arms on his right side, he grabbed the pipe and turned towards the man to tease him, but the pipe was torn into several pieces by a giant claw in the air. The man in the black coat The man raised the giant steel claw in his hand and strode forward. He kept opening and closing it, and the sharp claw in his hand completely cut off the pipe section by section.

Immortal Joey threw away the remnants of the pipe in his hand, raised his six arms high, and formed a circle around his head. His two fists were clenched one by one, and he moved toward the person in front of him with astonishing power. The one-eyed man struck, but the latter raised his sharp claws. In the brief period of several flashes in the sun, a large amount of blood spurted out from the end of Old Joey's arm. All six of his arms were cut off, and then Due to the inertia of the chariot, it fell into the sand from all sides.

Old Joey looked at the six severed wounds that spurted out blood. Before he could utter a curse, the giant claws came up, grabbed Old Joey's head, and slammed it into the head. On the throne, Old Joey sat slumped on the throne, his eyes looking from the back of the giant claw to the man in the black coat. He raised his bolt gun and aimed at the cab in front and fired a shot at the aberrant individual sitting in it. Instantly turned into soft tissue on the glass.

"Who are you?" Old Joey was pressed on the throne, and his mouth made a vague sound from inside the giant claw. The man turned his head, looked at him with his one eye, and answered.

"Yarek."