The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Little Ruspel recognized this Predator tank and also recognized its owner——

The Iron Warrior Legion, a renegade legion 10,000 years ago, of course, it should no longer exist now-Ruspel's education has been told that all the traitor legions have been torn apart because of their depraved nature.

So what they are facing now should be a war gang, but he can't recognize the specific name.

"Oh, my goodness, it's not dead!"

The predator of the Brotherhood of Steel is moving, rushing forward, and its turret is turning, pointing to the location of the undead pests.

Little Ruspel shouted in the cabin immediately:

"Kill it! Kill it now!"

"I saw it!"

The gunner responded as the turret turned, he stood quietly with his finger on the trigger.

"Oh, come on!"

"Hurry up and fire!"

Little Ruspel shouted, the predator was slowing down, and the muzzle on the turret was staring at him.

"******** hand pressed the trigger, the Destroyer Cannon screamed.

This shot hit the predator's turret seat, and accompanied by a burst of molten armor that blew it away, the secondary weapon group also continued to fire, washing it with sun-like fury.

Suddenly, the interior of the tank was immersed in a red light, and the gunner removed his hand from the trigger of the main gun, looking for the refrigerant release lever behind him and below the main gun, and then he pulled it down.

Little Ruspel heard the sudden pressure from the refrigeration line, and the red light immediately turned amber.

He exhaled and almost released the hot steam from the main gun into the turret.

But now his vision was disturbed, and he couldn't see what was happening in front of him, so he could only rely on thermal imaging.

"Boss..."

The gunner's voice was very low at this time, and Ruspel, the little one, turned to the side, glanced at the ornithology, and spoke into the microphone.

"We should kill a predator."

The red icon marks the location where the vehicle was killed, but a yellow icon flashes at the edge of the screen, indicating an unidentified target.

The Waldo destroyer did not go far.

"Aim at the left, there is something else over there."

"Boss, I saw it before I fired."

The gunner said suddenly, as if he hadn't heard what Ruspel Jr. said.

Little Ruspel narrowed his eyes and looked at the screen full of static electricity. The yellow icon representing the unidentified vehicle was dimming, and the surrounding heat was weakening.

"That seems to be the wreck that is cooling, or they turned off the engine."

"Fuck! I saw the enemy crew coming out of the wreckage."

The gunner yelled suddenly.

"It's not dead!"

"The target is still alive."

Ruspel the young immediately sent a message to the surrounding friendly forces:

"Repeat, the target is still alive, this group of **** want to hide."

"They are Astarte."

The gunner murmured, as if he was saying something ridiculous.

"...The enemy outside is a star warrior."

Little Ruspel heard this and thought of the iron skeleton on the body of the Predator.

Star warrior, this thought echoed in his mind.

Their enemies are interstellar warriors-even the fallen ones.

"I saw!"

When the driver suddenly shouted from the left, Ruspel Jr. looked out of the periscope.

Sure enough, the target was there, a gray iron-colored car body, with an obvious mark of being bombarded, which appeared in the tumbling fog.

"Bad—"

The little Ruspel Steel spoke, and the predator’s shell hit it when Makado was turning hard, and with a scream of broken metal, it sent the starboard gun position away.

"Not dead pests, hold on!"

In the communicator, the commander of the Steeler in the same formation as Ruspel Jr. was roaring loudly.

Subsequently, the Makado tank accelerated and rushed out. Although he can now try to fire, but the angle is not good, it is difficult to complete the kill.

But Ruspel Jr. realized that the situation was not right, because the enemy had more than one tank.

But the undead pests are also under fire. He can hear explosions and the sound of enemy predator’s main guns firing. The tank is turning quickly, trying to face the front armor to the enemy.

"Damn it!"

Another dull explosion echoed in the smoke-filled cabin, the enemy opened fire again, and the Undead Pest tried to turn, but the predator was faster, and it only took a few seconds to go behind it again.

Little Ruspel tried to breathe, the police lights came on amid the howls of the engine, and the correspondent was screaming at the microphone.

Dozens of ideas squeezed into his mind.

The enemy is about to drive behind them, they must turn, they must fight back, they must--

咚——

Suddenly, something hit the front armor, and the whole car rang like a gong as if it had been kicked by the Titan.

Little Rusper's head hit the gun mount, and he felt a little black at the edge of his vision, and the force hit his back like a ragdoll.

Then he realized that there was blood in the eyepieces, tinnitus in his ears, and darkness in his mind.

"fire!"

He yelled, but the tank was shaking with the warning lights, and only the gunner could be heard yelling what he saw~www.wuxiaspot.com~The enemy is over! "

Suddenly a violent explosion sounded from outside, and Ruspel hurriedly put on the periscope.

It turned out that the steel grinder successfully grabbed the opponent, the shell hit the rear armor of the Predator, and got in in the blink of an eye.

The predator exploded, a cloud of fire bloomed in the fog, and with large pieces of armor, the turret was blown up from behind like leaves in a strong wind.

In an instant, the dense fog was stained with blood and molten metal, and then the flames gradually extinguished, leaving only the black smoke covering the wreckage of the tank.

Little Ruspel blinked and nodded.

"Thank you the emperor really."

After a second, he switched on the external microphone line.

"Call the steel roller."

A curse filled his ears, and for some reason it made him laugh.

"Thank you for saving one of us."

"Ha, you're welcome."

At this moment, a red jet of neon penetrated the mist and touched the Roller.

In an instant, a white ball of light emerged out of thin air.

The Makado tank exploded, jets of molten metal shot out from all directions of the body, and even a ball of steel flew out of the dead tank, hitting the Undead Pest, making it like a child. It shook like a toppled doll.

"No!! Damn!!"

Little Ruspel was irritated. He ignored the **** breach in his forehead and stuck his entire face on the periscope.

"Damn! So you are here! I caught you now, bastard!"

He saw the Valdo fighter six hundred meters away. It was lurking in a huge crater, and it was retracting the piston that supported the blade, obviously preparing to transfer.

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