The Emperor’s Angel of Death

　　 Soshyang continued forward, passed the tall arches, and walked into the center of the mausoleum.

　　 The space in the hall is extremely huge, and the air is filled with green light, which is like stepping into a mechanical hell.

The polygonal black stone supported by the beam of light is suspended horizontally around him. Thin, silent dead spirits lie in it. Tens of thousands of remains are framed in the field of light, black stone and gravity through an automatic control system. United together.

　　If they all wake up, then even if everyone fills in, the seventh company will not be able to throw a splash.

　　 Fortunately, perhaps because of that mysterious curse, only one-tenth of the undead awakened, but it was troublesome enough.

　　 Soshyang cut through the waves in the steel jungle, all the way to the center of the battlefield, where his company commander was surrounded.

　　 But he still came late.

The company's pharmacist fell to the ground, his chest was split like a scallop, and his internal organs and blood were pouring out of the pool, staining his white armor-as the company's pharmacist died, the dead soldiers The genetic seed will be left in the icy void forever.

　　 This is a devastating blow to any battle group.

　　 This scene should have put Soshyang into a defensive state, with the fastest speed and the highest alertness.

　　Despite his superhuman instincts, the death of the pharmacist still made his mind trance for a moment.

　　 then hit him off guard first.

　　 The attack came from the side, and Soshyang’s shoulder armor blocked the attack only by luck.

　　The attacker’s sickle shattered the shoulder armor and stabbed Soshyang’s forearm.

　　 "Damn it!"

　　 He swayed back, his face full of surprise and anger.

　　 was angry at the mistake of distraction.

　　 was surprised by the mighty power of the existence that raided him.

　　 Soshyang regrouped and used his sword to block the enemy's attack.

He was competing face-to-face with a necromantic nobleman, a meatless beast, with a smooth silver armor studded with various strengthening organs and striking green crystals: these aliens are usually the rulers of their miserable people. It is also the elite of the undead population.

　　 The figure of that warrior is worthy of a close opponent, and its weapon is a strengthened halberd.

　　 After a brief confrontation, they whirled and attacked each other like dancers in the hall.

　　The challenge of the necromancer is more threatening than the sum of all the necromantic cannon fodder destroyed by Soshyang on this day. The combat skills of these elite warriors are extremely terrifying, and the strengthened power far exceeds Soshyang.

　　 Even its speed made Astart a little breathless.

　　 You can hardly imagine that this is the flexibility that a machine should have.

　　 At a terrifying moment, Soshyang didn't know if he, finally, was also experiencing the feeling of powerlessness firsthand.

　　 They fought all the way to the center of the hall.

　　 There is a huge stack of biochemical static generators with various weird images carved on it, like an altar in a temple.

　　The undead lying in the coffin was teleported out of it, floating up and down stacked on top of each other.

　　 Several huge black statues, dazzling as snow, bowed respectfully around the static generator.

　　 The silver armor of the necromantic aristocrat glowed like oil in the strange light of the mausoleum. His halberd danced like a ribbon of light, launching every attack with cold and precise calculations.

　　 But Soshyang's defense is more sophisticated.

"what!"

　　 roared, he seized the opportunity and sent a lightning strike with his sword hilt, smashing the opponent's breastplate.

　　 The necromantic noble staggered a few steps, and immediately settled down again, and immediately launched a counterattack.

　　咣!

　　 The two weapons crossed in the wrong direction, biting each other firmly.

But the saw teeth of the chain saw suffered from the phasing blade of the halberd. Accompanied by the harsh crunch, the splashing metal slapped on Soshyang’s power armor, and some flew over his face, scraping. There were blood stains.

　　 Seeing that the stalemate was unfavorable, Soshyang was about to get out and fight again, but the opponent suddenly hit him with his shoulder.

　　 Astart staggered backwards and crashed into a row of automatic control systems.

　　The casing was smashed apart, and the fragments scattered and splashed, like withered petals under the weak light.

　　 Some casings were knocked out of the range supported by the gravity beam and smashed on the polished metal floor.

　　The energy supply of the mausoleum fell into a shortage in an instant, and the sleeping aliens rolled to the ground like bundles of branches and rhizomes.

　　 "Victory or death!"

　　 The undead pushed aside the suspension casing in front of it, and stepped on the debris and wreckage to rush towards Soshyang.

　　 Astart struggled to stand up.

　　 Dark, pathological flashes of energy leaped like a wrong neuron in the collapsed area of ​​the mausoleum, and the flames of various colors from the explosion twisted and crashed into the peaceful silver surface of the undamaged wall.

　　 The whole hall is filled with weird and whispered harmony like thousands of voices.

　　 The necromantic noble has rushed in front of Soshyang.

　　 Astarte held his breath. At this moment, the time suddenly became extremely slow, and so did the opponent's movements.

　　 Thousands of thoughts flashed in his brain, and then Soshyang raised his arm, the chain saw sword slashed in front of his eyes, smashed a lens unit, and cut a trace down on the opponent's abdomen and hip.

　　 In the blink of an eye, the undead shook his halberd and almost hit Soshyang in the head.

　　 But the angel of death's counterattack forced the alien to retreat step by step, trampling the debris all over the floor into dust.

　　 Soshyang's next blow slashed the enemy's thigh, and something silvery, like liquid water, flowed out with a whimper.

　　 In this extremely unfavorable situation, the upper body suddenly turned around the spine, the halberd flew Soshyang's chain saw sword, and the tail of the halberd hit his face severely.

　　 Soshyang fell to the ground suddenly, the impact force made the brain in his skull buzz, and the blood in his mouth and nasal cavity was full.

　　 Face down, he stretched out his hand in a dizziness to fumble for the sword he had just released, but he could not touch anything.

　　 "Sir!"

　　 He turned over ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and looked up, wondering why the enemy hadn't gotten him.

　　 As a result, he found that the team's Velinus was fighting a sword against the necromantic nobles, and Feix was not far behind.

　　 The huge sound of weapons firing continued from the entrance, indicating that other teams had entered the core area of ​​the tomb. There was nothing more inspiring than the arrival of reinforcements.

　　 But what happened after that made Soshyang heartbroken.

　　Vellinus was injured on the way to the hall, and his movements were a bit slow.

　　 His arrival and volley saved Soshyang, but also ruined himself.

The Necromancer is a too powerful opponent. Before Soshyang, who was dizzy and bleeding from his nose and mouth, could stand up, the alien leader had delivered a fatal blow, splitting Velinus from his left shoulder to his right crotch. Come.

　　 With just one blow, he split him in half diagonally.

　　 The broken body of the team member fell heavily to the ground, blood and internal organs sprayed all over the floor.

　　Fix roared and rushed towards the undead, but the opponent punched him into another row of coffins.

　　 This gave Soshyang a chance. He found his sword, even though the serrations on it had been mutilated.

　　 "Go to hell!!"

　　 He inserted the sword into the spine of the undead nobleman from behind, and the tip of the sword pierced out of the emblem on the alien breastplate.

　　 The beast knelt on one knee first, then fell face down.

　　 Soshyang pressed his knees on his back and cut his skull open. The pale face of the necromantic nobleman turned to one side, his cheeks pressed against the floor, and the silver metal was covered with dark red blood beads.

　　 As Soshyang destroyed everything in its skull, the strange green light in the eye sockets gradually dimmed.