The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Bachram stood on the roof of the Chimera command vehicle, watching the protest turn into a parade, and then it moved in a bigger and crazier direction.

"Captain Mihir."

He asked the Captain of the Astral Army in the church through the communicator:

"How's it going inside?"

No one answered.

The team led by Mihir is the only regular army in the entire refugee camp. There are probably more than fifty people. As long as it is the only place that can be called a building to defend the refugee camp, that is, the church, it is also the main place for administrators to calm the crowd.

Due to the impact of the crowd, Bahram was temporarily unable to go there. Originally, he planned to explain to the people himself.

But a fire disrupted all his plans.

The refugee camp lacked broadcasting equipment, which made him helpless for a while.

Bahram could only watch the movement of the crowd from outside, and the militia once again established a blockade to isolate the crowd that was gradually out of control.

The personnel carrier is also involved, separating people.

But the crowd is still gathering more and more, and the rumors of the fire and the cleansing have made people panic, and they are eager to get comfort from their faith.

People’s songs of praise were a messy mix at first, but now they are gradually merging into a chorus.

Bachram frowned, he didn't like these songs, it was closer to a weeping frenzy, which made him feel uneasy.

He felt as if he was standing on the shore of a sea of ​​believers, and the singing was like an inhuman singing.

The militiamen and guards moved uneasily on the front line, staring at the singing crowd, adjusting their weapons.

Fortunately, they have not been incited yet to join in.

"Captain Mihir!"

He yelled again, this time with an answer.

"grown ups--"

His voice sounded dull.

"Sorry, I……"

The tone of his speech was as if every word he said was a great effort, and there was another thing firmly grabbing his attention.

"Tell me what happened inside."

There was a brief silence, then.

"My lord...I don't know how to say...they are here..."

"What? Who?"

Bachram felt that something was wrong.

"He's...sir..."

"The one who orders you right away."

The captain's signal was suddenly interrupted, so Bahram switched to a public channel.

"All the garrison troops nearby, respond immediately!"

He deployed some guards to disperse the crowd, but they were overwhelmed by the crowd, and some even left the queue.

Bachram felt his stamina a little itchy, and there seemed to be another thing in the air, some kind of eager force--

Psionic.

A word popped out of his mind.

So he immediately ordered.

"Immediately close the roads and block them! Forbid anyone to continue walking! Curfew! Issue a curfew order!"

He thought for a while, and then ordered the guards on the road to execute the martial law order.

"My lord, how should we deal with non-cooperators?"

The singing became more intense, and people began to rush in the streets. Some people screamed the emperor. Some people praised the dark gods wildly. Some people were crying and complaining of the imperial ruthlessness.

People pushed forward, trying to squeeze past the soldiers who were blocking their way.

"Fire!"

Bahram repeated his order so that all the troops could hear it.

"If there is any resistance, fire immediately!"

She was not surprised by the order, she even felt a certain satisfaction. Lanocchi disrupted the order of Sidvar II, and she must punish those who follow him.

Suddenly, the people stopped. They were singing while pulling their hair and clothes. He looked neatly at the towering church.

Bahram's inner alarm bell sounded loudly, and he realized that something was going to happen.

"Everyone—"

He intends to continue his efforts to control the situation, but it is too late.

It's too late--

Accompanied by a dazzling flash of light, a bolt of thunder swept across the roof of the church.

When the electric light dissipated, a group of giants in silver armor appeared on it, looking down at the crowd indifferently, holding the explosive gun in their hands.

"Gray knights, how did they—"

Bahram widened his eyes and watched this incredible scene, and many people below had already kneeled to the ground, worshiping these emperor's angels.

Then, they opened fire, the effect was like the fuse ignited the whole explosive barrel.

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On the blockade of Fortress No. 7, 10 hours after Soshjan led the team to leave, the Black Legion, carrying a large number of servants and demons, suddenly launched a large-scale attack from three directions at the same time.

And what they need to face is the white sanctuary, the dark angels and the imperial guards.

The battle was very fierce from the beginning, the orbital bombing formed the first roar on the battlefield, but the Black Legion continued to attack madly regardless of casualties.

The first to bear the brunt is the first line of defense maintained by mortal forces.

"15° to the left, shoot!"

The laser cannon on the position bursts with energy, marking its position like a torch.

Laser cannons, automatic cannons, and heavy bomb guns rolled across the ground fiercely like thunder, but those cultists and demons who injected overdose did not shrink back because countless of their kind were burnt to coke~www.wuxiaspot.com~ is coming soon The fight just inspires them to run faster.

A huge number of drooling and gasping thugs ran forward, rolling up a large cloud of smoke, and the air was filled with stench and thunderous noise.

On the battlefield, the Cadian 22 regiment calmly watched the scale of the troops rushing towards them, mainly consisting of unimaginable small demons. In the center of this cluster, there were several standing demon engines burning. The beast-shaped head with flames roared into the air, driving the surrounding demons forward.

When the first wave of fast-moving demons entered range, countless artillery fire broke out from the position immediately, and lasers and explosive bombs formed a continuous barrage.

Due to the difficulty of replenishing personnel, the Imperial Guard recruited some "temporary workers" from the local area, mainly responsible for carrying ammunition and logistics.

Karen is such a person. He used to be just a shoemaker, but in the past two months he caught a strong man.

Now he was leaning against the automatic gun, shaking constantly under the recoil force.

The arc-flying shells crossed the position and harvested the enemy, but the enemy was also fighting back with artillery fire, hitting the position, and spreading avalanche-like fragments to the ground.

Karen instinctively dodged backwards, holding his head with both hands, and groaning unheard amidst the noise.

The gunner operating the automatic gun turned his head and shouted at him, asking him to hurry up to carry the ammunition, but he completely ignored them, just shook his head violently and shouted loudly.

The Kardian soldier saw the tears in his eyes, then shook his head in disgust, and turned back to the cannon position where the dust and debris had settled.

Karen heard a gunner ridicule him.

"Coward! Coward! You have lost the face of your relatives! You have lost the face of the emperor! Are all the people who arrogate the stars are scumbags?"

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