The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Robin didn't say a word, just threw the smoke bomb in his hand.

The white smoke bomb flew more than fifty meters under his arm, and after two bounces in the gravel pile, it began to produce strong smoke.

Bachram rolled out from behind the bunker, ran forward with the bullet swishing over his head, flashing between the different bunkers.

Finally, after reaching the distance he wanted, Bachram lay on his stomach, drew the flare gun from his waist, and took out a blue flare from his pocket.

"God bless you."

After taking a deep breath, he stuffed the signal flare into the barrel of the gun from behind, and then raised it high.

With only a sound, the flare flared up from the ground with the tail smoke, and then landed about five meters in front of Bahram.

Similarly, this move also exposed his position.

In a panic, the machine gun changed its direction and fired straight at the place where Bahram was hiding.

For a moment, bullets crackled like raindrops in the gravel piles around Bahram, and he immediately curled up.

For a few seconds, he even thought he was going to die.

Ten seconds later, he heard a roar, then he released his hands holding his head and looked towards the sky.

I saw a silver-gray steel giant eagle suspended above their heads, and then the hatch opened, and a huge metal object fell from the sky.

boom--

When it landed, the huge roar and impact even overturned Bachram a few laps.

"This--"

He screamed out of fear and expected pain, and the roar echoed through the night sky.

In the next second, the dazzling speed of light illuminated the battlefield with hellish light, and the afterimage of the strong light flickered in everyone's eyes.

Bahram stood up, but what he saw was not the expected fierce battle, but the large rocks that were pulverized by artillery fire and machine gun bullets.

The terrifying destructive power made the boys' expressions convulsive and contorted, and there were a few unlucky ones who seemed to dance in a rain of bullets.

Blood rushed out of their bodies, and their limbs were severed and fell to the ground.

All this is over in a few seconds.

At least four defenders were reduced to piles of smoking rotten meat, and the bunker they were hiding in was simply turned into scattered rubble.

Bachram fell to his knees, vomiting with the terrible smell of flesh and blood.

He is not a timid person, but the corpses with lack of arms and legs looked disgusting, and he found that he could not look away from their wreckage, trying to figure out how they could be so in such a short period of time. Kill completely.

Then he turned his attention to the "culprit" who made all of this.

The thunder of the operation of various weapon systems and the deceleration of the revolving machine gun finally passed into his ears. Bachram saw the sensor shield of this machine three times higher than him glowing, and the weapon was lingering. A few strands of green smoke.

He had never seen a robot of this kind, just a glance was enough to know that it was definitely a real killing machine.

He was dumbfounded at the terrible machine, his eyes going back and forth between the corpse and the combat robot.

"Please give instructions."

Suddenly, there was a burst of electronic synthesis sound, which shocked Bachram.

"Are you talking to me?"

He pointed to his nose, but the machine just stood there.

"Please give instructions, the command modes are, attack, follow, and defense in place."

"Then... attack! Attack the front stronghold."

"Receive instruction, execute, countdown to action mode, four minutes and eleven seconds."

After speaking, the humanoid combat robot opened its legs and walked towards the stronghold step by step, and at the same time the closed weapon systems were activated again.

Da da da--

When the combat robot moved, the silent machine gun sounded again, but this time it changed to a safer position.

The bullet hit the metal shell of the robot, bursting out a string of sparks, and Bachram followed the robot, holding his head down and praying that the big guy could hold it.

The other players also began to attack upwards in a scattered formation.

After walking ten steps, the combat robot stopped and the heavy revolving machine gun on its shoulder began to rotate.

call out--

A few seconds later, a shocking rain of bullets covered it, and the temporarily piled up bunkers exploded, and at the same time the two bodies still screaming flew sideways.

The machine gun misfired again, but it never fired again.

The slow but firm pace of the combat robots finally caused the morale of the defenders to completely collapse. They no longer defended this Jedi, but began to evacuate their strongholds.

But in the process, Oscar's team has been harassing them.

In the flustered footsteps, people were constantly shot and fell, and people were constantly shot by laser beams, turning them into a mass of smoking flesh and blood.

In the end, only a few 35 people managed to escape into the darkness.

More than four minutes later, the aircraft was still the same, and the combat robot was recovered with a hook.

Seeing the power of that combat robot, Bahram regretted it. If he knew that it was so powerful, perhaps he would ignore Oscar's proposal at all.

With such a war machine there, it is really possible for them to survive until the fifth day.

But it's useless to think about it now, because they are already in a boat~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and they also used up their last trump card.

This night is very sultry.

Except for the few guards outside, the remaining dozens were crowded around the bonfire in the small stronghold.

They did not laugh because of the victory of the battle, nor did they have any worries or celebrations between each other, and the atmosphere seemed strange and stiff.

In other words, they are still guarding each other.

"That thing is pretty fierce."

In the end, it was Oscar who found a conversation.

Bachram took a sip from the kettle and nodded.

"Indeed, quite a terrifying and powerful war machine."

"But it's not enough to have such a thing. Tell me what kind of enemy it is that Astarte needs to be dispatched."

Haomo took a bite of the compression rod and said with a smile:

"Maybe it's a green skin that can fly into the sky and escape, who knows, I've heard the old man say that a long, long time ago, the Astarts were fighting more terrifying monsters."

"Ah, don't brag about it, Green Skin I know it, just a bunch of stupid guys, there's nothing flying away."

Kerissa finished eating the last ration, and then hiccuped triumphantly.

"If I want to say, it must be some more powerful aliens."

"What kind of alien? A blue-skinned cat man who walks on two legs? Can you still use the door that goes around? I seem to have heard—"

"Fart! What are you listening to..."

At this time, Bachram turned his eyes to Oscar and whispered:

"What do you do next?"

The other shrugged.

"We will wait first, but it won't be long. Don't worry, I'm a person who believes in words."

As he said, his gaze suddenly floated to Robin who had been silent.

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