The ogres were unaware of the impending danger. At that mont, they were still preparing their food supplies for the upcoming days.
There was no shortage of food here, and no natural predators.
Originally bewildered upon arriving in this world, the ogres went through a period of panic, but over ti, these visitors from another dinsion grew to like it here.
Compared to their previous life of constant fear, this place was undoubtedly a paradise of ease.
No terrifying undead creatures, no treacherous human wizards, and certainly no fearso beastn who would capture them as slaves—there was no danger here, only prey.
Even the Earth Dragon would suffer against more than three ogres. They liked using stout trees as weapons and would make simple traps. When a Bronze Tier Earth Dragon fell into a trap, they would erge holding large rocks and trees.
Everything was determined by strength.
Ogres had the habit of storing at. There were stones around on which countless corpses were laid out.
The stones were covered with insects, wild animals, and so familiar bodies. Like people making dried at, these corpses were placed on stones, dried, and turned into jerky for the ogres to eat.
The number of ogres was considerable. These creatures liked to stockpile plenty of food because, in their previously harsh environnt, there was always the possibility of running out. Thus, when hunting, they would consu half and store the other half.
Even now, having arrived in this world without natural predators, they continued with this habit.
From ti to ti, young ogres would run by, tearing off pieces of jerky and stuffing them into their mouths.
So female ogres would follow and smack the young ones on their behinds, uttering so curses.
It should have been a harmonious and picturesque scene.
Yet when a toddler turned into an 1.8-ter tall giant with a green face and fangs, the scene changed sowhat.
Giant babies?
More like a horde of monsters.
"Plop!"
At that mont, a few oval-shaped black objects fell to the ground. Seeing these novel items, the young ogres didn’t hesitate to pop them into their mouths.
Ogres are creatures with low intelligence, a deficiency especially evident at a young age.
They lack the ability to distinguish food, so when they see sothing, they pop it into their mouths, chew it, and only if their tongues signal that it’s edible, do they swallow it.
The only fortunate aspect is that ogres possess so resistance to toxins; otherwise, their Shennong-like spirit would an a considerable number of ogres would die from poisoning each year.
A few companions gathered around, eyes fixed on the other’s mouth, regretting that they were a step slower and letting the other beco the tester.
They wanted to hear what the other would say about this food.
The young ogre held the dark spherical object in its mouth, finding it icy and smooth, with a hard shell that didn’t seem edible.
But the ogre wasn’t willing to give up.
Determined to make a final attempt, having tasted many hard things like stones and pebbles in its growth, as a diligent food tester, only when food was bitten through could its real taste be savored.
The ogre opened its mouth, and just as it tried to bite through the food, "bang!"—the food exploded on its own.
Aside from that, the young ogre’s head was blown into a pulp, the explosion’s power so imnse that even the nearby companions were splattered by shrapnel laced with corrosive acid and fell to the ground imdiately.
In the massive camp, more than ten places experienced explosions. Those naive ogres were toying with the objects in their hands, unaware that the next second would turn them into mindless chunks of at.
The ogres were stunned.
In almost an instant, the surroundings underwent a terrifying change. The explosions claid the lives of thirteen ogres, with countless others injured.
Although ogres were undeniably powerful, they suffered heavy losses in the face of terrifying thermal weapons. The situation didn’t improve. While ogres were still in chaos, a line of human warriors erged, faces filled with madness.
When faced with ogres, the warriors showed no fear, and when they were about thirty ters away, they ruthlessly pulled the triggers.
Thirty n ford a horizontal line, separated by about five ters, five lines staggered, and at a depth of three ters, forming a defensive line.
"Fire!"
A coarse voice rang out among the crowd.
Imdiately, the ogres faced a terrifying barrage of bullets, similar to the earlier high-explosive grenades. Through research, the bullets had been modified several tis, with acidic substances placed inside.
The bullet heads carried corrosive effects capable of penetrating the ogres’ leather-like bodies, and seconds later, they would trigger slight explosions. The bullets weren’t lethal, but contained many toxic substances, mixing various and even dozens of insect venoms—a single drop could kill an elephant.
When Chen Feng took over the East Bridge, aside from the city, his greatest gain was a group of researchers. When these researchers collided with the post-apocalypse, so chemical reactions undoubtedly occurred.
While they were ordinary people, the toxins and other substances they developed often instilled imnse fear.
It’s like the bullets the warriors use today, known as the , extracting the poison is complicated, so there’s only a reserve of about 30,000 rounds.
Warriors carry several types of magazines on them.
During hunting, they are mostly used for tranquilizer ammunition, making it easier to capture and consu.
But like now...
Only during major battles or when facing an overwhelming enemy will warriors use such special ammunition.
The power of the is undoubtedly imnse; the ogres are heavily damaged, and more than twenty ogres fall to the ground under the ammunition attack, losing their combat capabilities.
The warriors are closing in slowly.
Chen Feng is also following from the rear, but his expression isn’t particularly calm, after all, he knows that the ogres still have more up their sleeve.
"Thud, thud, thud!"
Amidst his thoughts, a terrifying stomping sound suddenly cos from afar, as if the ground is about to collapse, causing a slight instability underfoot.
The Heavy-Armored Ogres appear, they discover the camp is under attack, and as the strongest in the camp, they decide to use the blood of their enemies to honor their fallen comrades!
While running, the eyes of those Heavy-Armored Ogres start to turn red, their arms beco sowhat thicker, and their breath, like a wave of heat, forms a white mist in the air.
Frenzy!
When God closes a door, He opens a window.
For most creatures with limited intelligence, frenzy might be an innate talent, and now, seeing their kin’s bodies everywhere, their minds are overwheld by anger, and they rush towards the crowd at once!
"Clatter!"
"Clatter!"
Bullets splatter on the heavy armor, just as Chen Feng expected, the heavy armor withstands the bullet onslaught, even if it might shatter after hundreds of rounds, as long as the ogres can approach the crowd, it’s sufficient.
These ogres are undoubtedly the elite of their tribe, standing three and a half to four ters tall, if they can approach the crowd, even lying down, they could inflict terrifying damage.
Seeing the Heavy-Armored Ogres’ intentions, a wave of curses erupts.
Many warriors helplessly aim their guns at them, trying to stop them from approaching by aiming for headshots.
But how difficult is that.
After entering a bloodlust mode, the ogres have completely lost their sanity, aside from not attacking their companions, everyone becos their target, they sway left and right, making the warriors’ headshot plan clearly ineffective.
But Chen Feng isn’t sitting idly by.
"Go!"
Chen Feng whispers softly to those behind him, and imdiately, a group of Dark Departnt mbers rush out.
Boom!
Like a storm of sand sweeping by.
A Heavy-Armored Ogre is wrapped in yellow sand, attacked by the one who participated in the Blood Sacrifice, who fused a into their body, making them violently tempered. Even after the fusion, it causes significant side effects; if they fall asleep, the monster’s spirit attempts to erge and take over their body. Therefore, this practitioner hasn’t had a restful sleep for a long ti.
However, a blessing in disguise, due to the prolonged struggle with the monster, the warrior’s energy has advanced further, achieving an intimate mastery of sand.
Moreover, they are among the first to reach the Silver Tier, recently showing signs of achieving a breakthrough pinnacle.
"Explode!"
With a loud shout, the Heavy-Armored Ogre is wrapped in sand, and in the next mont, the sand explodes from the inside, the ogre initially in frenzy, its eyes suddenly go blank, clearly lifeless.
The power of the Dark Departnt shines through at this mont; these special recruits, more than ordinary warriors, relish such bloody collisions.
The Heavy-Armored Ogres fall into a perilous situation, originally being hunters, how could they have imagined that in just an instant, they beco prey to be slaughtered.
Chen Feng doesn’t act rashly, he quietly stands aside, watching the battle, and at this mont, he seems to sense sothing, suddenly looking up to the top right.
An ogre clad in animal skins stands there, muttering incantations, seemingly brewing a terrifying move.
Chen Feng’s pupils contract slightly.
This camp is more than he imagined, there’s a...
Ogre Shaman?!
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