Although Dogo's firepower is ferocious, it turns out that the aberration master's toughness is far beyond common sense. The bullets that are enough to tear most of the flesh only cause it to suffer some superficial injuries. After being angered, it pounces forward regardless of its movements.
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 on the ground.
Roaring angrily, the Abnormal Lord raised his war hammer 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 cut open its knees.
The aberration master was staggered by this blow. Even though one of its legs was broken, it still attacked Dogo fiercely, but the weight of the hammer head made the crippled thing lose its balance.
As if burning, the Hearthborn quickly pounced on the fallen opponent, slashed off its right arm with an axe, and then split the beast's face open and stitched it together.
Thick blood flowed from the cracked 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 terrifying 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, frantically trying to save the disabled beast.
Dogo dodged their laser beams, then charged at them like a ferocious beast, his battle ax burning more fiercely, swinging out again and again, each time cutting off one head or limb and spattering another.
A ball of purple entrails spit out a string of abominable chitinous carapace.
Even facing the unbeatable God of War, the new blood wielded daggers, pistols, mining picks and gang members' weapons, and tried to crush him under the weight of the sea of humanity.
"Wa hahaha!"
Amid a burst of 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, falling to the ground like a withered flower, and then again
Cut that familiar into pieces with one knife.
When the heavy hammer clattered to the ground, Rozim flew towards Dogo again, killing the new bloods and pure bloods 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 towards the direction where the Four-Handed Enchantress was running.
Then, he found that the opponent seemed to have escaped deeper underground using the elevator, so he summoned Chuanquero and used its walking machine to directly blast away the ground and go all the way 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 when approaching these 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 it was not unexpected.
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, this time they were determined to stop these hateful intruders——
But...
"Damn it! 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
Enchantress and some high-ranking Genestealers in robes stood on both sides. 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 clan leader immediately 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 waved his swords and rushed over. The huge alien slowly stood up, like a hill of muscles and chitin. Its anger at this time was so intense that a few small creatures could do it.
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 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."
"Last time... I picked it up 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 new 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 he can never get even if he has god-like power.
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 his destiny, but he had to dance with shackles on his feet.