"Boss, am I sure!"
When the distortion was knocked into a pool on the wall, Cron, not far away, put down the big gun in his hand and let out a deep laugh.
"My latest flash gun is powerful enough!"
"Strong, very strong!"
But gene thieves are different from most enemies. Under the control of the mind, they can continue to die for a target.
So while the aberrant is dead, more new blood is pouring out of the darkness, making a frenzied scream, laser beams dispel the darkness, grenades fly across the air, bullets hitting the walls and floors.
Faced with the dense firepower, Rozim had to hide, but fortunately their firepower was not weak. Isven kept sending deadly explosives to his opponents with a grenade launcher, and Dogo even chopped wildly. Without his clothes, he seemed to be invulnerable.
A pure blood attempted to tear the stubborn short man with its claws, the burning axe slashed directly into the gene stealer's chest, and Tyron opened his mouth to scream, but when it did so, his teeth had fallen off his chin and the burnt tongue residue fell into his throat.
Rozim seized the opportunity and rushed hard, stepped on the slippery and slashed dozens of people, and found the staggering and escaping.
Because of the other party's clothes, it was not convenient for him to run. Even if he walked faster, his white skin would be exposed, and his plump buttocks almost hooked Rozim's eyes.
"Well, I'll rape you!"
Just when Rozim was already in the brain, he found a sinister figure in a black robe stopping him. The other party was holding a curved staff in his pale hands, and a blade similar to a sickle at the end was pointing at him.
"Who are you?"
The guy had a dark and morbid face, evil and haggard, staring at Rozim.
"We? We are from the Imperial Medical Association!"
Rozim waved his big sword and was very domineering.
"Medical Association? What to treat?"
Isven also emerged from behind Rozim.
"Specially treating sexual hunger."
"There are also the wrong birth!"
The other party was stunned and asked subconsciously:
"How to treat the wrong birth?"
"Of course I'm dying you! I'll let you reborn again!"
As Rozim and Isven rushed over, the other party's long and narrow mouth squirmed, whispering some form of spell, and then a ghostly ball of energy flew out of the staff.
Rozim and Isven hurriedly dodged, and then a big pit was corroded when the two stood.
The next gene thief wizard seemed to launch a pivot attack again, but he screamed the next second, then his torso left his legs and dropped a pool of blood on the distant wall.
A solid figure broke through the roadblock, and his head turned from one side to the other, scanning its prey in the corridor.
"Himmer! Another drink!"
After burping, Dogo directly grabbed the wine bottle hanging on the wall, bit the bottle with his teeth, and then poured the wine into the mouth with broken glass.
"One more drink!"
When he threw away the empty wine bottle, the totem on his body was even more red as blood. The new blood of the gene stealers surrounding the short man was so scared that they retreated. They had already discovered that their weapons could not scratch the monster's skin at all.
But at this time, Dogo seemed to be in a state of drunkenness, shaking and wielding his axes everywhere.
"Himmer! What! The bullshit! Hiccup! I am! Gelloni's! Hiccup! Descendant! I am! Hiccup!"
Suddenly, the ground suddenly vibrated, and even the new blood around him fell to a large area.
A giant fell from above, and his limbs still had broken chains, obviously still tied up not long ago.
Dogo looked up at the monster's gaze and saw two twisted skins huddled together and four deformed eyeballs with completely different shapes, with only madness and violence inside.
This is something bigger than the previous aberration, half taller than a Space Marine, its muscles swelling in an almost crazy posture, and the bone plates and spurs grew irregularly on its body, like an ugly servant made of broken muscles and chitin. He also held a huge heavy hammer in his right hand, and on its back covered by the bone plates, an ugly little alien was making a sharp sound.
The master of distortion, the champion of the aberrations. If the patriarch is the heart of the Gene Stealer Sect and the leader is the soul, then the master of distortion is the arrogant iron fist. This monster was born from the ugliest genetic distortion technology of the alien.
The creature behind it is called the Brainworm Demon, which is a psychic structure that obtains body from the decaying nectar gathered in the clan leader's nest. When it gets instructions to create a savage killer, it will look for suitable distortions, and implant tiny egg layers into the aberrant's tough skin, and release a powerful curse in its cellular structure.
Soon, this aberrant will be reshaped in a long and painful night of mutation. Its solid frame has become larger and is subject to the pain of muscle tearing and bone tearing under the pressure of crazy mutation. However, these wounds are soon cured by the mutagen given by the patriarch, just like the flesh and blood that quickly regenerates in the attack of the enemy. After giving the strange gift, the brainworm will not be able to do without it, but continue to impose the patriarch's will on the aberration master.
During the battle, the distorted master will use his bulky body to rush straight to the strongest front, break through the enemy's layers of defense and smash all the things blocking the way with a powerful hammer. The rest of the distorted creatures blindly follow this clumsy beast into battle and incite greater massacres. The new blood will regard the distorted master as a living saint, an anointed person chosen by God and applied with blessed sesame oil. In fact, the distorted master has no emotional and spiritual attachment to the cult lord. Because his intelligence is not much greater than that of a baby, the distorted master will never play the role of a war leader.
When two people with extremely different physiques from one big to one small look at each other, the noise of the battle disappeared.
The other new blood retreated, their eyes flashed with light of expectation and fear, and their hearts were howling to bleed.
But they were quickly driven to attack Rozim and others, and accompanied by the addition of more aberrations.
Dogo spat on the ground, made a gesture with the burning battle axe, and approached the beast.
He circled around the monster, and the monster also circled around him. Its steps were a little confused, which made the master with extremely low IQ angry. He roared and launched an attack. The warhammer swung down and drew a shiny arc of death - but this was lost, and the warhammer hit the tiled floor and instantly smashed a big pit.
"In the name of ancestors and revenge!!!"
Dogo yelled and threw out the axe. The monster obviously didn't expect the opponent to abandon his weapon and could not dodge the right leg and directly hit an axe.
The beast roared in pain after being injured, and the demon behind it also threw spiritual lightning at Dogo, but it was useless.
Immediately afterwards, Dogo took out an oversized rotary machine gun from the storage belt, and instantly the distortion master and the devil behind it were stunned.
"Do it ahhhhh--"
Chapter completed!