Although Dogo's firepower is ferocious, it turns out that the aberration master's toughness is far beyond normal. The bullets that were enough to tear most of the flesh only caused some superficial wounds on it. After being enraged, it just ignored it and pounced forward. It was also faster than its huge body. Even when Dogo started to move, the heavy hammer had already struck him.
The hammer knocked away Dogo's revolver and dug a deep scratch into the ground.
Roaring angrily, the Abnormal Lord raised the warhammer again, tensed his body, and prepared to make some cruel efforts.
Then, a flash of warning made the monster's eyes widen, and the familiar behind it also screamed. The aberration master instinctively dropped the hammer to resist the incoming attack, but Dogo quickly pulled out a sliding shovel. With his axe, he chopped off the monster's legs and sliced open its knees.
The aberration master was staggered by this blow. Even though one of its legs was broken, it still attacked Dogo violently, but the weight of the hammer head made the crippled thing lose its balance.
As if on fire, the Hearthborn quickly pounced on his fallen opponent, slashed off its right arm with a swing of his ax, and then split open the beast's face and stitched it together.
Thick blood flowed from the broken eyes, and the body of the aberration master twitched in painful spasms. The familiar behind it was thrown to the ground, looking at the originally invincible "car" like an injured wild boar in horror. Twisting like this, its right arm was almost severed, and the terrible heavy hammer slipped from its loose palm.
The familiar screamed horribly, enough to shatter the eardrums. This was a summons, and new blood overflowed from the surrounding shadows in a frantic attempt to save the disabled beast.
Togo dodged their laser beams, then charged at them like a ferocious beast, his battle ax burning more fiercely as he swung out again and again, each time sure to chop off one head or limb and spatter another. A ball of purple guts spit out a string of abominable chitinous carapace.
Even against the unstoppable God of War, the new blood wielded daggers, pistols, mining picks, and gangster weapons, and tried to crush him under the weight of the sea of humanity.
"Wa hahaha!"
Amidst a burst of wild laughter, Rozim, wielding two swords, flew over and chopped off the head of the deformed master who was about to get up. The beast's head hung down weakly and fell to the ground like a withered flower, and then it fell to the ground again. Cut that familiar into pieces with one knife.
When the heavy hammer clattered to the ground, Rozim flew towards Dogo again, slashing the new bloods and purebloods surrounding him.
"Stop hanging around here! Go catch that bitch!"
"Drink! Burp! Drink!"
"Drink your hammer!"
Rozim took the wine bottle thrown from Iswin, stuffed it directly into Dogo's mouth like a milk bottle, and then dragged him in the direction of the Four-Handed Enchantress.
Then, he found that the opponent seemed to have escaped deeper underground with the help of the elevator, so he summoned Lai Chuanquero, and used its walking machine to directly blast open the ground and go down the elevator shaft.
After the massive machine thudded to the ground, Rozim found themselves entering a series of sloping, broken halls with tiled floors, vaulted ceilings, and some sort of biomass-like tendrils winding along the walls. , gathered together, it is like turning this place into the heart of a living thing, full of fine blood vessels.
Even as he approached the biomass, Rozim could feel a certain throbbing spreading through the stretched skin membrane, causing the blood-like warm wind to stir the air and moisture sticking to the skin.
"Boss, otherwise... forget it."
Iswin felt a little scared, holding the laser gun in his hand and looking at the shadows around him vigilantly.
"That alien bitch is probably too ugly."
"Everyone is here!"
The next second, the attack came suddenly, but not unexpectedly.
The originally empty hall was instantly swept away by a wave of chitin and sharp claws, and a large number of purebloods rushed out screaming. They were determined to stop these hateful intruders this time——
But
"Damn! Let me see where you ran to-"
Kicking away a pure-blooded corpse, Rozim, who had slashed all the way, appeared in a cave-like space. He saw an oversized throne made of biological remains and rubble. The four-handed one from before Enchantresses and some robed Genestealer executives stood on either side. It rose like an island in a pool of biomass pus. Many tiny monsters in the liquid screamed at the intruders. A naked woman was Hanging in the air, on the throne, there is a huge thing, staring at Rozim with evil red eyes.
hiss--
Visible psychic ripples spread in the air, heading towards Rozim. A normal person would lose consciousness in an instant just by being stared at.
However, this spiritual energy disappeared three meters in front of Rozim, and the patriarch suddenly let out a low growl of confusion. He did not know that the necklace around Rozim's neck was a brainwave shielder made by Karen.
"Want to fight? Come with me, you dogs!"
Rozim laughed and rushed over, waving his two swords. The huge alien slowly stood up, like a hill of muscle and chitin. Its anger at this time was so intense that a few small creatures could Making a big fuss in its lair, it must use its claws to tear all these little things apart, otherwise the clan's spiritual song will be cast a shadow.
"Then what?"
Soshyan blinked, wondering why Rozim stopped.
Rozim scratched his head and said:
"Then they took the opportunity to throw a few stasis grenades, and that thing was immobilized."
"Ah? Where did you get the stasis grenade? That thing is no small thing."
"I picked it up last time in the Maelstrom."
Soshyan clicked his tongue. He knew that Rozim must be lying, but it was harmless. From the moment he met Rozim, it was hard for him to be surprised by what happened to this "chef", even if he was still a recruit. stage, and when the other party was still a chef apprentice, Rozim had created many miracles that could be called farce.
Sometimes he also wonders whether such a life is more interesting and satisfying than being a hero.
Perhaps Soshiyang never realized deep down in his heart that he envied Rozim's lifestyle, and it was precisely because of this that he indulged the other person's freedom and uninhibition again and again - because that was what he longed for but could never have. The thing is the freedom that even if he has god-like power, he can never get it again.
So although he had a cold face throughout the whole process, he actually listened very carefully to the bizarre and absurd story Rozim told, just like he was in front of the screen admiring the running figure on the screen and the unrestrained nonsense plot. He longed to escape those fates, but he had to dance with shackles on his feet.
