The Emperor’s Angel of Death

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A rough-looking battleship is burning.

In the void, it tilted painfully, and gas and particles spewed out of its huge pipeline like blood.

Sailors sailing on the deep and wide oceans often compare their huge sea ships to behemoths.

They give the ship the soul, and penetrate the mind and body into the wood and steel structure.

When it comes to emergency, in the middle of a storm, or endangered by a sea monster in the abyss, these sailors will call the soul to save them, begging it to let the sailors escape from death for the last time.

For those who can observe the destruction of this warship, this warship that has just broken through the atmosphere looks like a beast, but in the pain of death, it is unable to save the crew on board, regardless of their roar. How desperate it is.

The main star of Forun has been blocked for more than two weeks, and the green skin on the planet has organized several breakouts in an attempt to escape from this desperate place of death.

They used incredible engineering techniques to create some warships with exaggerated engine power on the planet's surface, intending to escape.

However, the imperial warships on the orbit are like fishing, and they will not give a fatal blow until they are exhausted and enter the void under the influence of gravity.

Even so, Oak's stubbornness still makes them happy.

And the warships that are launched are getting bigger and bigger.

If it takes time, it may not even be possible for them to drive away the planet.

But they don't have so much time.

On the armor shell on the sideboard, the scars were as dense as a sieve, and pieces of metal plates fell off like scales.

What was exposed underneath this was a fragile "body", on which was burning almost extinguished as soon as it was ignited. The fleeting flame greedily swallowed the scarce oxygen remaining in the damaged ship.

On the back of the giant beast, the turret standing tall along the keel collapsed and shattered, throwing the wreckage into the depths of the universe without starlight, allowing it to drift around like a rootless grass.

The huge breach deep in the abdominal space was a fatal blow, destroying most of the engines with a precise attack.

A moment after being cut open, the broken abdomen kept throwing the rapidly frozen corpse into the void.

These corpses were all green skin, and the corpses were covered with burns like sieve eyes.

They floated still, forgotten among other wrecks.

The battleship's void shield has long since failed, and another surgical fatal blow is intended to weaken and damage, rather than kill with one blow.

Viewed horizontally, on the starboard side of the battleship, a series of deep wounds passed directly through the weak armor layer, and several assault boats all reached the target, clutching the tragically ravaged side.

In addition to these external damages, the culprit that weakened the Ouke warship to this point was the relatively inconspicuous landing craft.

It was from here that a fatal blow was issued.

The deadly "cargo", Astartes, has entered the interior.

During the siege of the main star of Fran, Soshyang did not let the soldiers idle, but continued to use actual combat to refine their gang jumping tactics and the ability to fight in small spaces.

Soshyan ran across the corridor at the entrance to the abdomen, one eye paying attention to the radiation count glowing on the left helmet display.

He is heading to the lower deck at the stern, where the subspace engine is arranged.

"Sol."

While opening the communication, he reached the first horizontal intersection of the corridor.

They had to move forward quickly before reinforcements were assembled, but as soon as they passed the intersection, the battleship's lighting and vital life-sustaining systems failed.

Gravity is barely maintained, and the magnetic lock to maintain the link with the deck is not yet necessary, but visibility is already a problem.

Within a few seconds of being called, Thor arrived, holding a bio-scanner in his hand, searching for potential threats.

"Detecting the enemy, the number is four."

Nodding to Saul, Soshyan touched the communication ball embedded in his neck armor.

"Falzad, your squad is a forward, Armin, you and your people are in charge of the wing, Ustad, your squad is a defender."

A series of quick confirmation cursors flashed across Soshyan's retina, and they were ready to move on.

Falzad stepped forward from the back, holding a flat-nosed hot melt gun in a waist position.

"go ahead."

As he led the nine soldiers forward, Soshyan received a brief nod in response.

"We don't know what will emerge from there, cheer up."

In this case, caution is necessary.

After walking a quarter of the way down the corridor, their first warning appeared in a wide maintenance area. It was a bright red like an artery, reflecting on Farzad's armor.

"Enemy attack."

He reacted quickly and turned around, emitting a high-density flow of heat from the weapon.

The incandescent light beam illuminates the darkness, and a part of the corridor's reinforced structure bends and decomposes under the high temperature, as if it was crushed.

A murderous big green-skinned man was enveloped in the flames, and also suffered a blow. His breastplate and left shoulder armor were sunken inward, emitting a fire and a pungent smell.

But this did not stop it from throwing its own chain saw axe, and before it was inserted into the wall, the chain saw was turning back and forth.

The other aliens who were waiting for an opportunity responded to the roars passing through Falzad's walkie-talkie, but their roars were out of bloodthirsty rather than pain.

Three big green-skinned men in heavy armor came to the front of the assault team~www.wuxiaspot.com~Two of them wore dirty and battle-scarred yellow and black interlaced rough armor, the other was The pure dark green, the hunched back, the odd-shaped, twisted and twitching muscle tissue made the armor full of drill bits and chainsaw almost impossible to contain.

This is an over-modified green leather, it looks like it should be a technical master. In addition to the two natural arms, there are two additional mechanical arms. The head full of sensors is almost integrated with the helmet with antenna. There is no way to tell each other.

It doesn't need swords, just those fast-rotating drill bits and electric saws are enough.

Falzad briefly summed up the **** creature and said loudly:

"Exterminate the alien!"

He sent a second wave of heat to the tyrant, but it was resolved by the enemy's deflection stance, it seemed that it was just a small provocation.

Old opponents, old ways.

Falzad pulled out the two power axes behind him, and lightly pressed the start button on the axe handle to activate the power field crackling on the edge of the axe blade, facing the enemy.

"Come!"

From the retina display in his helmet, he saw that the other fighters were shooting other green skins, but the giant beasts in heavy armor dared to shoot straight up, and in the end the fighters turned and drew their powered swords for close combat.

Falzad's gaze moved closer and saw that the tyrant had pushed the steaming corpse on the ground aside, and found that Astarte stood upright in contempt.

Words cannot practice justice, so Falzad roared angrily and swung his battle axe at the behemoth.

This blow was like hitting the fine gold hull of a Thunderhawk, and the force of the counter shock was transmitted from the handle of the axe, painfully stimulating Falzad's arm.

"Hard idea! I like it!"