Everyone knew that Locke hated being disturbed the most when he was wiping his beloved axe. On Barbarian Stone, when he was still a tribal chief and not the captain of a vanguard battalion, Locke had come hunting once and his axe was stained with the blood of his spoils of war. The sticky blood covered almost every corner of the axe, adding a new medal to Locke. That night, the tribe reveled until dawn before Locke returned to his residence.
He didn't sleep. Instead, he used a piece of animal skin to wipe off the blood mud on the surface of the axe. The deepest imprints would be left behind and gradually fuse with the giant axe. One of the criteria for distinguishing whether the Catus were strong or not was their weapons. Those weapons were stained with the most blood, which represented the past merits of the weapon's owner.
Locke's axe was already half covered in blood, but he felt that it was not enough. That night, a child who had just reached adulthood drank too much and ran to Locke's house to challenge him. It was common for warriors to challenge chiefs, even between brothers and fathers. There were many such challenges. For the Catus, warriors never ran away from challenges and did not care where they came from.
Locke, who had been disturbed, was furious. He regarded cleaning weapons as a sacred ritual. But his child had disrupted the ceremony, and that morning, another head was dangling under Locke's axe.
His child's head.
Now, he was wiping his axe, but a Catu warrior ran up to him with clumsy steps and shouted, "Captain, our men are back."
As a result, the sleeping Catus heard a miserable scream. When they opened their eyes, they saw a warrior thrown into the air and falling heavily to the ground. The warrior couldn't get up for a moment, and Locke had already smashed into his body with a howl. Although Locke's figure was short among the Catus, his weight was not light when he landed in the air. Locke lifted his head and knocked it heavily on the ground, causing debris to fly everywhere. Only then did he say in a deep voice, "How many times have I said that don't disturb me when I'm busy, you idiot?"
Then he stood up and kicked the Catu warrior's thick waist, "Where is he?"
The Catus had thick skin and thick flesh, and they didn't faint after being thrown and smashed by Locke. He covered his head and got up, "It's outside the camp, but … two people are missing?"
"Two people are missing?" Locke turned around.
"Yes, Captain. Two of them are missing. They probably overslept. "The Catus tried their best to smile, hoping that they wouldn't make Locke angry again.
Unexpectedly, Locke lifted his foot and kicked the warrior away. This kick was merciless, leaving a footprint on the warrior's chest armor. Locke roared, "Idiot, they are warriors. Do you think they will oversleep on the battlefield? They didn't come back because they were killed. But the others came back because they wanted to follow idiots like you to our camp. The enemy is already at the door. Everyone get up, I … "
Locke's eyes suddenly flashed with a blue beam of light. Not only did it interrupt the captain's words, but it also pointed diagonally at a puppet in the camp. The beam of light landed on the ground and immediately ignited a fireball, sending more than a dozen Catus who were still sleeping flying.
After a second or two of sluggishness, Locke opened his throat and squeezed out a roar from his chest, "Enemy attack!"
Two flying cars emerged from the other end of the hill. The high-energy cannons on the cars fired frequently, sending beams of blue light into the Catus' camp. Under a burst of violent explosions, countless Catus were killed and wounded. A warrior carried Locke's axe, and a few elite Catus warriors had already charged at the chariot outside the camp.
There were elite warriors in every tribe of the Catus. They were experts whose Origin Energy had reached Level 15 or so. These elite warriors usually had long braids. The longer the braids, the more brave they were. As for the weak, they had long been slaughtered by the strong and had their braids cut off, unable to grow at all. Among the elite warriors who rushed towards the warriors, there was even a braid tied up into several bundles. Locke recognized him. That was his most capable subordinate, Mano.
Mano was one of the few Catus who used a longbow as a weapon. As he charged, he had already removed the beast bone longbow from his back. The strong arms of the Catus allowed him to easily pull the bow to its full string, and the arrow made of barbarian stone and star crystal had already flashed away, turning into a yellow beam of light that crossed the battlefield, pointing straight at a tactical vehicle on the left.
Several beams of light from the cannons blasted this arrow apart in midair, but Mano's hands didn't stop, firing arrows one after another. In the end, one crossed the firepower net and blew the cannon on the tactical vehicle into pieces.
Mano let out a high roar.
Locke responded by raising his axe and roaring. The roar was still echoing through the camp when Mano's cry was suddenly interrupted. Locke saw a ghostly figure silently appear behind Mano. Then, the two short blades in his hands interweaved with a dazzling cold light. In an instant, Mano had been stabbed countless times, and even the quiver and armor on his back had been cut off and fallen to the ground. Mano rolled in a sorry state, but the man followed him like a shadow. As a result, Locke's most powerful warrior could only use the longbow in his hand to barely defend against the opponent's all-pervasive attack.
"Human!" Locke's pupils shrank slightly. A fellow who could force Mano to the point that he could only parry was undoubtedly an expert among humans. He spat out two streaks of white smoke from his nostrils and raised his axe to help.
The Catu warriors in front of them suddenly flew up. They danced with joy, but they were completely unable to change their postures. In the end, they fell heavily to the ground. Locke stopped in his tracks. In front of him, an aura as violent as a volcano pounced towards him. It was as if Mano thought that he was standing beside the volcanic crater known as the Fire Dragon Nest on his mother planet.
Of course, there was no volcano in front of him, only a man. Reina was wearing black armor and holding a ferocious warhammer in his hand. Reina walked towards Locke step by step. The air behind him constantly twisted, and the projection of the lava giant appeared from the void. Finally, it clearly appeared in Locke's eyes. The giant's fists collided, sending out a large amount of scorching sparks. Locke raised his axe and roared. His aura gushed out, and a two-headed rhinoceros projection formed behind him.
Reina raised his warhammer, added, charged, and fiercely collided with Locke with the giant projection.
The entire camp was shocked.
It was a bitter battle.
By the time the battle ended, the hill had been razed to the ground. Those large craters were the work of high-energy beams, while the charred ground was the work of Reina. As for the corpses with only tiny but fatal wounds on their bodies, they were the best portrayals of Belmore's battle record. In contrast, the number of enemies Reina killed this time was pitifully small.
Not to mention Belmore, it wasn't even as many as Lucy could control the cannon to kill.
However, Reina single-handedly held onto the strongest member of the Catu army, and Axe Locke's journey finally stopped at the unknown hill of Frost Star. Locke's chest almost collapsed. It was a fatal wound caused by the bone-piercing warhammer. If it weren't for Reina holding onto the vanguard captain by himself, Belmore wouldn't have been able to move freely through the warriors and choose to attack the weak. Regis didn't have to think about challenging all the elite warriors without any scruples and killing all the powerful enemies in the end.
However, Reina also paid the price. One of his arms was almost cut off by Locke. There were a few bone-deep wounds on his chest and back, and the damage to the armored volcano was as high as 60%. Fortunately, the Magic Cube sequence was not damaged, but it needed to be repaired after returning to the base before it could be used again.
However, Reina and the others had gained a lot from this bitter battle. The Catus' hundred-man squad was buried in their hands, and just the elite warriors and Giant Axe Locke were equivalent to a rank four military merit. In addition to the other Catu warriors and related information, this attack on the Catu camp brought Reina and the others two rank four battle merits. Right now, the other hunting squads at Castellan Rock Base were still struggling for a rank four military merit.
After Lucy gave him a simple bandage and injected him with a potion, Reina felt much better. He picked up Locke's axe with his uninjured hand and couldn't help but curse after looking at it, "These rhinoceroses are really poor."
Indeed, Locke's axe was very valuable. However, whether it was in terms of craftsmanship or other aspects, this axe that Locke regarded as a treasure was no different from scrap metal in Reina's eyes. There was nothing special about the long handle of the beast bone, and as for the surface of the axe, it was just ordinary metal. The only value was that it belonged to a Level 20 Catu expert. However, a Level 20 expert still used such a primitive and crude cold weapon, so it was no wonder that Reina would come to such a conclusion.
"They've always been poor." Lucy added, "Barbarian Stone Star is a resource-poor planet. Do you still expect them to wear priceless armor and carry weapons with special abilities? That's impossible. "
"Then there's no need to clean up the battlefield. Looks like we need to go back to the base. Apart from our own need to rest and recuperate, we also need to report the appearance of the Catus. "
Lucy's expression darkened and she still said, "That's the only way."
Reina didn't seem to see the strange expression on her face. He went straight back to the volcanic armor and picked up his warhammer and walked towards the flying car. Suddenly, he stopped and said, "Our Bescot has never died easily. If he dies like that, he can only prove that he's not the real Bescot."
Lucy raised her head in surprise and smiled a moment later, "He's the real Bescot!"
"Then let's go."
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