Chapter 1111: Sleeping to Death

Tarasim walked for a long time in a deep trench. This was not a naturally generated terrain, but the result of bombardment by various heavy artillery. Craters of different sizes were connected in a line, like a disordered spider web spread out on the battlefield.

Occasionally, the remains of insect biomass and broken black stone bricks can be seen from the vitrified soil.

Tarasim was very cautious and adjusted a lot of the core's energy to his detection equipment. Through this special enhancement, Tarasim's sensitivity to the battlefield increased a lot. Even veterans who had experienced hundreds of battles would not have such a keen intuition as him.

The air trembled uncomfortably, and the light that penetrated into the equipment also changed slightly. Tarasim immediately fell to the side of the deep trench and wrapped himself with his cloak.

Boom!

A shell fell 15 meters in front of him. Although it did not hit directly, the amount of gunpowder in the shell was too terrible.

The deep trench trembled in the shock wave of the explosion, shaking off a lot of dust.

Only then did Trazyn take off his cloak. With a living metal body, he didn't need to worry about oxygen, so even if the explosion created a temporary vacuum, he wouldn't suffocate to death.

But the shock wave was still solidly withstood. Trazyn shook his head and shook off a lot of dust that had seeped into his joints.

Although this didn't affect his movements, it made him feel very uncomfortable.

When did the great collector become so embarrassed? Even when he had a lawsuit with Orikan, Trazyn could rely on his cleverness to get out of it.

"Damn it..." Trazyn was annoyed, "If only Orikan was here, with his time and space technology, I wouldn't be so timid."

The authority to transfer thoughts was still firmly blocked by the Silent King. Trazyn had no choice but to continue moving forward, hoping to find a place safe enough for him to breathe.

The depth of the deep trench was getting shallower and shallower, and the surface could be seen three steps up. Trazyn cautiously stuck his head out and clung to the edge of the deep trench to observe the situation.

He saw a mobile fortress belonging to the Iron Hands. At this time, the wide tracks that could crush the poison blade chariot as if it were a stone stopped, and the entire mobile fortress fell into silence.

But this was not a dead silence. Trazyn could sense the heat source signals of living things in the fortress with his own eyes.

There were orcs and humans. The only thing they had in common was that they were extremely clumsy, like a blind man walking in the dark.

When Trazyn was hesitant, he suddenly felt that his vision was becoming more and more blurred and dim. This was definitely not a problem caused by a malfunction!

The enemy is coming? But where?

Trazyn was very nervous. Apart from the strong enough metal claws, he had no weapons to protect himself.

The cry of the crow came into Trazyn's ears, sweeping away the darkness in front of him and resurrecting the dead fortress. The people and beasts inside fought fiercely again, and blood and bullets exploded from the gaps.

"Wow, hahaha... your little bird is very dark, but I am darker than you..." Kelaksi, covered with black bird feathers, crawled out of the ground and challenged the crows entangled on the top of the mobile fortress.

Corax was tired of the orcs' persistence and gathered millions of dark crows to fall from the sky.

There was no fear on Kelaksi's face. As the Waaagh body opposite to Corax, his Waaagh force field would also imitate Corax's dark subspace essence in a weird way.

I only saw Kelaksi raise one hand and cover his eyes tightly.

Kelaksi's vision was dark, so he also gained the ultimate affinity for darkness.

An inexplicable sleepiness dragged the eyelids of all living beings, making them close their eyes and unable to open them. Even the necrophiles like Trazyn were affected, and the dim feeling just now appeared again on the detection equipment.

The power of this Waaagh body is indeed strange. The millions of dark crows sent down by Corax also lost their attack direction, flying around in the sky like headless flies, and finally outlined the body of Kerak.

Hearing Corax plunged into the soil, Kerak also chuckled softly. He continued to cover his eyes, and his free hand suddenly exerted force, extending his nails by dozens of centimeters.

He looked for the position of Corax based on the movement, but the darkness in front of his eyes was so strong and contrary to common sense that it made the five senses of the original body and the orcs less sharp.

Kerak was not clumsy. Corax, formed by a group of crows, also lost his agility after pulling his head out of the soil. The two crawled on the ground tiptoeing to avoid making more noise and trying their best to locate each other.

Taraxin, who was standing by, knew that now was the best time for him to attack. If he could severely injure Kela Kesi before his vision completely fell into darkness, all the strange darkness would dissipate.

Taraxin ran quickly, but such a big move was still too obvious for Kela Kesi.

He slapped back with his backhand, hitting Taraxin's chest quickly and forcefully. A palm print was left, sending him flying backwards a hundred meters.

Taraxin coughed violently several times, and the joints of his arms and ankles were injured by the impact, but fortunately he still had extra living metal in his body to repair, so the current damage was within an acceptable range.

The sound of the slap reminded Corax. In order not to alert the enemy, he slowly crawled along the sound, and his position of Kelaksi became clearer and clearer.

As expected, Kelaksi did not notice Corax behind him because of the slow speed, but because of the slow speed, the distance between the two people was never effectively reduced.

How long will this crawling marathon last?

After Taraxin had simply repaired the minor injuries on his body, the distance between the two people was still several meters.

As a last resort, Taraxin had to stand in place and yell at Kelaksi, hoping to make him stop moving so that Corax could get closer to him.

Sure enough, Taraxin's shout attracted the baptism of hundreds of flying knives from Kelaksi.

He only dodged a few of them, and his chest and forehead were full of flying knives, and he lay on the ground with a sizzling sound.

Corax also seized the opportunity, and his body suddenly pounced forward, just grabbing Kelaksi's ankle, and his two lightning claws instantly tore off half of Kelaksi's body.

Kela Kesi screamed, and without letting go of his hands that were covering his eyes, he spat a mouthful of thick phlegm at Corax's shadow body in response.