In this way, the big devil of the 75-ton ghost scorpion mantle violently waved the wreckage of the 75-ton ghost scorpion mantle. The scene of the roaring battlefield was indeed extremely terrifying. Seeing this guy as unstoppable as a god of war, an ogre was naturally inspired. Although the vampires in Sylvania were tenacious, they inevitably felt that they were "not comparable to human power" in their hearts.

Of course, this does not include the commanders of each brigade and the commanders of the 8th Division. They know that they still have extremely powerful secret weapons to use. Of course, because there is a "secret" prefix in front of this weapon, you must be extra careful when using it. Unless there is really no other way, it cannot be used.

But is the current situation so serious? Obviously not. Although Gresu, a big gold tooth, was almost invincible, just like a wild dog that broke free. However, other ogre warriors were still mortals with naked eyes. Although inspired by Gresu's heroic image, they charged more resolutely. But this does not mean that they can use this to resist the guns, cannons and bullets of the 8th Division. In fact, on the contrary, because of their "resolute" charge, they were killed faster than before.

However, this does not mean that the Eighth Division can ignore the Big Gold Gressu and leave him alone. After all, that bastard is the highest commander of the Ogre Alliance... Although according to the most popular strategic thinking now, this behavior of the highest commander is very idiotic. However, looking at the performance of this bastard makes people feel a bit subverting the mind and destroying the three views. In addition, another more important point - not afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of if. If the ogres who were inspired by him can really overcome all difficulties and rush to the front of the Emperor* array to engage in hand-to-hand combat - even if there are only one thousand and hundreds of ogres in front of the Emperor*, this is an extremely unsettling and huge threat.

"If all three tactical missiles were not used at the beginning of the war, then it would probably be appropriate to use them on that monster now." According to the news obtained by the Metal Dove, a group of staff officers watched the monster-like ogre rushing around. They couldn't help but say such words.

"First of all, don't call those guys you can't defeat a monster. This has no use except making you seem incompetent. Also, even if we really have extra ground-to-ground tactical missiles, it's still a big deal to defeat that ogre tyrant. But I'm sure it will blow our frontline positions into the sky."

After refuting the staff's words without hesitation, the division commander of the 8th Division looked at his deputy and prepared to use "that thing". At the same time, the sniper on the front line pulled the trigger for the third time and shot at the intact eye of the Big Gold Tooth Gresu. But unfortunately, it was useless... Gresu learned his lesson this time. After the amazing dynamic vision captured the bullets on the opposite side, he closed his eyes, lowered his head, and used his fat head to resist the attack. It was like a brainless, angry bull.

In this way, its only vital point is hidden, and the sniper is useless.

"Go a little further! Retreat to the back!"

Just when the sniper and his companions, the commander of the regiment and several staff officers were helpless, a muffled shout came from behind them. The non-professional sniper and his companions turned their heads and looked. They saw a vampire officer with a strange black full-coverage helmet covered with tightly covered bodies. After a while, these vampire officers realized that the sound belonged to a staff officer of the Eighth Division. They often couldn't see him, and they didn't know what they were doing. At most, when they saw him, he was stunned in the middle of a pile of tightly sealed alloy jars painted with "logistics supplies". No one thought about it, but after looking at him for a while, they came back to the smell. It turned out that this guy had some secret mission.

After showing the handwritten orders from the division command center, a group of frontier commanders began to retreat. At the same time, the vampire officer who rushed over distributed them a mask that was the same as the one he brought. He blinked and looked like a pig's face.

"Wear this, or you'll get poisoned after a while."

After such a warning, a group of vampire commanders immediately put the masks on and walked away. At this moment, they saw the Big Gold Gresu roaring and killing. The vampire commander wrapped in a thick protective suit snorted coldly, and then snapped his fingers. A group of black new soldiers who looked similar to the combat engineers, but had a skeleton logo on their chest immediately came over. They flattened their ** device similar to the flame device. They launched an attack on the Big Gold Gresu rushing over!

The strong, orange-yellow toxin spray quickly shot towards the Big Gold Tooth Gresu. At the same time, the vampire officer used magic to change the direction of the wind. The poisonous fog suddenly shot towards him, and a group of ogres behind him who broke through the firepower network of the Eighth Division. Although these ogres didn't know what the fog shot from the opposite side was, they even thought about it with their toes, and they must be nothing that would be beneficial to physical and mental health.

However, even though I know, the ogres still don’t have any good defense measures. Even if they cover their mouths and noses and hold their breath for a while, they can’t pass through hundreds of meters of poisonous mist in one breath. The ogres who couldn’t hold their breath were in trouble at the first time. After accidentally breathing these poisonous gases in, the mucous membrane of the oral and nasal trachea suddenly rotted open. The severe pain from the inside to the outside made the ogres roll all over the ground. This ulcer quickly expanded from the respiratory tract to the whole body. The ogres’ blood quickly solidified, their cells ruptured, and their muscles atrophy. After falling to the ground and rolling for two, they curled up into a ball. The whole body was ulcerated, and dark yellow mucus kept flowing out from the wounds. It looked quite terrifying...

This round of poisonous gas attack completely shattered the ogre's offensive. All the ogre soldiers involved were killed, and the death was terrible - except for the Big Gold Gressu.

His terrifying vitality saved his life again at this moment. After the other ogres died in pain, he still fell to the ground and rolled wildly, screaming hoarsely. A large amount of dirty juice was sprayed out from the large gangrene on his stomach, and his entire skin was charred... However, under this situation, he was not dead yet.

But I think he must have hated his strong vitality at this moment - because this vitality forces him to bear ten times more or a hundred times more pain than ordinary ogres.

"It's really... don't get close to him." Seeing this terrifying scene, the vampire officer commanding the Biochemical Toxin Weapons Force also felt extremely frightened. Although this weapon has undergone a large number of animal experiments, and even conducted human experiments in secret, it was the first time it was put on the battlefield. I never expected that the actual combat effect would be so terrifying.

The poisonous fog was filled with contact. The ogres who had not yet rushed up turned around and left. Behind them, the ogres who were not involved in the attack mission were then entangled. The ogres escape troops, which had no morale, were like snowballs, were getting bigger and bigger. Hundreds of thousands of ogres were doing birds and beasts. No one expected that a poisonous attack could actually break hundreds of thousands of troops so simply...

"Headquarters, have you done your defense?" After that, the commander of the Biochemical Force contacted the 8th Division in the rear via radio: "The ogre has escaped. However, the poisonous fog is spreading. It is impossible to move forward for the time being. Please do a good job of protection before pursuing."

"I know." Just as the sound of "I know" came through the radio walkie-talkie, a group of armored infantry fighting vehicles roared in. The tracked infantry fighting vehicles filled with black New Army rushed forward at an off-road speed of fifty kilometers per hour. In a blink of an eye, the vampire officer was left behind.

However, at this moment... the vampire officer who was about to finish work suddenly widened his eyes and shouted: "Wait a minute! He, he is still alive! Retreat!!!"

However, the shout was too late. I saw that the gangrene was ulcerated. Even half of my intestines were exposed... had a change. The stunning magic wind emitting all over my body. The ogre warrior, who had a terrifying smell of decay and terrifying, stood up again. Then he punched a soldier fighting vehicle that was heading towards him, originally trying to crush it into meat sauce with tracks.

The infantry fighting vehicle was knocked away by it. It was as light as a plastic toy. It rolled and unconsciously hit another car behind it. Then there was the third one - this was the idea that the serial accident caused by the car involved more than a dozen armored fighting vehicles. This was simply - no, completely, not something a creature should have done. But Gresu did it easily. The price was only a slight fracture of his arm! That little bit of damage could not even make him feel a little pain now.
Chapter completed!