The Emperor’s Angel of Death

After clearing the green skin on the street, the astral knights quickly passed through the huge metal crane and walked into a closed corridor leading to the main node of energy.

Wherever they went, among the rubble and wreckage piled up everywhere, there were still hot green-skinned corpses-both strong and thin, as well as some thinner ones.

The light yellow dust all around covered the purple blood pool that hadn't solidified in the alien shape.

Many control rooms are connected to the enclosed corridor, and Soshyan ordered the team to split up.

The mechanics who were still busy heard the sound behind them at a loss, followed by the roar of blasting guns.

Often a gun fires first, and the other weapons are added immediately to pour bullets on a specific target. Behind the thunderous low roar is a unique roar of metal milling.

Most of these green-skinned "technicians" died before they could react, and their little **** and followers were not trampled to death, they clung to their heads and shrank in the corner.

The star warriors did not intend to waste a little strength and a bullet on them.

During the movement, Soshyang heard a thicker and louder voice.

It was the rumbling wailing of the city on the brink of collapse and the crumbling buildings, and the sky echoed back and forth like a death knell resounding through the firmament.

"Soshyan."

Suddenly Saul walked to his side and whispered:

"Loosa just sent news that the fleet was attacked by a new green-skinned fleet, and several transport ships were lost. Now the detachment fleet can only allocate half of its strength to fight."

At this time, Soshyang suddenly realized that the shock just now was obviously caused by the falling transport ship.

"In other words, our time is running out."

After speaking, Soshyang involuntarily speeded up his pace and ended the life of the green skin he encountered at a faster speed.

Star-like sparks fluttered and danced in the foul air, and he stepped out from the shadow of the ceiling of a corridor and stood in the extremely bright factory.

The blazing light shone on him, casting a long shadow on the stone-bricked ground.

Most of the internal facilities of this building have been torn apart, I don't know if it was the effect of the bombing or it was just that.

Many metal surfaces on walls and ceilings peel off in large pieces, and the exposed mechanical inner layer is like tissue under the human skin. The metal veins are knotted together and coiled on the heavy metal bottom plate.

Their structure looks rather complicated, with metal circuits and pistons staggered, and cables and screws entangled.

A burst of scorching energy flowed from the broken pipes hanging on the ground, and unknown liquid dripped from the other cracked pipes.

Soshyang looked up, huge metal lairs skyrocketed around him, as if he was still thinking about throwing their power into the sky.

In the higher sky, weapon trajectories interweave a bright grid in the atmosphere.

The Navy's Lightning fighter jets swiftly passed overhead, and their weapons plowed the sky with destruction scorches. The Ouke aircraft touched by this violent energy would immediately dissolve into the scorching gaze wall.

In response, hordes of rockets swarmed like a meteor shower, and their hot trajectory was the only clue to their existence.

On the left, at the height of the roof, Soshyan could see two war dog Titans crossing the battlefield from a distance, leading a large number of imperial soldiers to attack a fortress.

The impact of the tiny cloud of ammunition enveloped their immense body, just like fireflies flying in groups at dusk.

Afterwards, he heard the deep roar of the about to collapse city again, which seemed to be a rumbling bell from the center of the planet.

It is still resisting, desperately resisting, seeming to know that new reinforcements are coming in the outer space.

Suddenly, a sharper voice sounded.

Afterwards, the shock wave came.

A formation of heavy fighters was trying to drop bombs here, but one of the planes was hit by ground fire, and then exploded into an astonishing mass of flames and wreckage.

Two of them were forced to deviate from the target in order to avoid collisions, and the embarrassed engines wailed in protest.

The other one was affected by the tremor of the Void Shield's re-energizing, and one engine was severely damaged.

It trembled, and thick black smoke sprayed from the port side engine. Although it had been trying to raise the nose of the aircraft, it eventually hit a certain energy tower.

The heavy fighter was suddenly torn by the violent impact, peeling off easily like a can lid.

As the main body of the fighter completely dissociated, the engines exploded.

But its explosion also destroyed a tall tower.

The green-skinned mechanic who was in charge of the maintenance on the tower was thrown out, and helplessly rolled and fell towards the courtyard below.

Some of them were dead, and others screamed before touching the ground.

They fell like raindrops on the roofs, terraces, corridors and yards, bounced off the sloping walls, and rolled over and stopped moving after several more impacts.

The flaming wreckage struck together.

Soshyang raised his head, one of the corpses in the haircut rushed towards him, and he waved his long sword in his hand.

The corpse that had been cut in two slammed onto the floor tiles, making a loud noise like breaking an egg or breaking celery.

Soshyang lowered his head, his hairstyle was poured over with alien blood.

Another corpse fell a few meters to his right, like a burst of blood.

"Keep going."

After confirming that there was no more danger of collapse, Soshyang led the team straight into the main hall of the energy node.

Here, in addition to a large row of huge steaming machinery, there is also a group of green skins who have received reports of intrusion and are waiting for it. Even the mechanics took up guns and stared at the door.

As long as there are any non-green things outside the door~www.wuxiaspot.com~ they will kill them to the scum.

boom------!

With a loud noise, the wall on the side of the hall exploded, tearing up two nearby mechanics and a dozen unlucky people.

"For the emperor!"

The interstellar warriors poured in from unexpected places, and Green Skin, who had been guarding the gate, was killed by surprise, and was swept down by a large area within seconds of the battle.

Waaaagh! !

Despite being raided and thrown into chaos, Greenskins is not such a vulnerable creature—especially when their leader is still on the scene.

As the most powerful and one of the most alien threats humans have ever faced, they have evolved into violent machines so perfectly that imperial scholars have put forward a crazy hypothesis-this species may be deliberately bred for war. from.

Fearless, incredibly strong, and terrifyingly warlike nature, all this is integrated into their genetic level.

So after experiencing the initial chaos, they quickly organized a counterattack.

"dead!"

Soshyang, who took the lead, slammed the old fist downwards, hitting the monster's slab forehead that rushed in front of him, shattering its bones.

But it was still alive, and it roared back, and its almost ridiculously large jaw snapped and squeezed one of his wrists.

With another blow, Soshyang thumped harder and pushed the power system of his armor to its limit.

The subsequent third blow knocked the strong beast to the ground and slid down the inner wall of the hall.

"Boys! Follow me! Dry canned dried shrimps!!!"

A high-pitched roar suddenly exploded, and then in the diffuse orange smoke, a big guy who was more than three meters tall pounced at Soshyang.

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