The Emperor’s Angel of Death

When the enemy appeared behind him, Marcus saw his flushed eyes, smelled the sweet fragrance, and hissing and moaning like a snake moving.

Between the sparks and the flint, Marcus gathered his heart into a ball and hit the opponent.

The invisible impact immediately knocked the thing to the ground, and then Marcus inserted the strong acid capsule that was still tightly held in his left hand-into the face of the thing, and opened them before he backed away.

Then there was an unclean scream, an animal cry, with a dying struggle.

The smell of burnt flesh and blood filled the corridor, accompanied by the splash of flesh and blood as the strong acid rushed into the thing's body.

Marcus continued his efforts, gathered his heart energy into a flash of lightning, hurled it violently at the thing's face, then turned and sprinted, hugged Vannal's body, and dragged him aside. The enemy didn't chase, but staggered away, clutching the broken face tightly.

Then he fell down, trembling, steam and blisters bursting out of his head and neck.

Marcus knelt on the ground too hard, breathing heavily, Chandler and Malthus rushed over, staring at the twisted corpse of the enemy, and then looking at Verne.

The veteran coughed and sprayed blood on Marcus' breastplate.

"How bad is it?"

After feeling a little better, Marcus helped Verne up.

"I can't die yet."

The veteran said gruffly.

Although he said that, Marcus felt that the body of the veteran in his arms was extremely heavy. He checked the wound and found that it had reached the ribs and showed signs of poisoning.

So he poured all his emergency medicine into Verne.

These medicines are of the characteristics of the court, and each of them is extremely precious, but Marcus doesn't care.

He just hopes that everyone will go out alive.

"Ahem... Don't be too wasteful, there may be tough battles behind."

"We are about to succeed."

With the help of the medicine, the veteran’s wound quickly stopped bleeding, and Malthus stepped up to suture the wound briefly. The Assassins of the Death Cult were both cruel butchers and excellent surgeons. They knew better about the human body than most medical treatments. There are many nuns.

Marcus went to examine the body.

At first glance, it didn't matter, he realized that this was not the demon he had imagined, but an entity, a highly mutated human.

Another key point is that on this corpse, Marcus can feel the remnants of spiritual power, but this is not the messy and violent energy after chaos pollution, but a more familiar and regular force.

If he guessed correctly, this is just a puppet, with a manipulator standing behind it.

In other words, they may have been discovered now.

So he immediately walked to the sealed door.

"The plan has changed, leave now!"

He took out a small blasting device, clamped it on the door, then energized and moved back.

When the four of them moved away from the door, the blasting device, with a sharp, concentrated flash, blasted a large, uneven hole in the metal.

"We were found."

Marcus said solemnly, got up and rushed to the broken entrance, changing the magazine while advancing.

"There may be tough battles."

The four of them regrouped in the new corridor, and then quickly passed through the dull underground—Marcus took the lead, Verne was panting behind him, and the other two were behind him.

"Scanning revealed a large number of targets nearby."

Chandler at the back of the team suddenly spoke and glanced at the ornithology.

"Keep walking, try to avoid the enemy, we are not far from the exit."

Marcus said calmly. He put on his eyepieces again and saw the familiar target indicator passing by the display.

Passing through this corridor is the outlet channel of the drainage system, which leads directly to the river outside. If there is no problem with the watch on his body, Marcus believes it should be late at night in Valledo.

Relying on strong perception, the Marcus agent team avoided the area where the enemy was concentrated and crawled out of a small drain.

The four of them emerged from the dirty drain and crouched in the ruins.

"They launched a general attack..."

At this moment, it was raining heavily outside, but the entire eastern bank of the river was burning, and the fire lit up all around. Thick smoke rose from the destroyed fortifications.

Marcus felt that he was right in his guess. Those astral armies were very useless and could not hold up the heretical attack. Now they couldn't even hold the bank of the river, so the destruction would be in the middle of the night.

Unless there is a miracle.

When Marcus scanned his surroundings, he saw a group of cultists killing them.

Well, although they worked very hard, they were still caught by the enemy.

The screaming bullets and laser beams hit the ground around him, and the enemy troops quickly entered their range. Marcus cursed and fired back, pressing his body against the edge of the river bank.

"and so……"

Verne murmured, raising his rifle to take aim.

"We all have to die here?"

Before Marcus could speak back, he heard the rumble of the heavy engine.

On the riverbed about a kilometer away to the north, the dust began to rotate, and he could even hear the enemies warn each other in panic.

"this is--"

A second later, the heavy figure of Lei Ying swept across the sky, whipping up more smoke and blowing them around.

At the same time, the guns mounted on the wing opened fire, tearing up a pile of soldiers on the embankment and riverbed, and blasting the edge of the chalk.

"The miracle is coming!"

Marcus almost roared.

Things he couldn't even dream of happened, and an Astarte Order came!

Although he didn't recognize the sign of this congregation, as long as it was the savior of the empire, it was his savior, someone who was even closer than his father!

Others were also shocked by the sudden appearance of Astarte.

Soon, Thunder Eagle descended to a low place, its belly hammered the ground with heavy thrust, and then the main hatch opened with the hiss of the piston, revealing the red-lighted member compartment inside.

A towering giant strode out first, like a silver god, with a huge chainsaw halberd in his right hand, scanning the surrounding enemies with a determined and sacred gaze.

"Extinction Sprite!"

"kill!"

When he raised the halberd, eleven combat brothers also filed out from behind him, armed with explosive guns and various melee weapons, and carried out ruthless killings on the heretics.

They are so efficient that within half a minute, a hundred meters around the landing point of Thunder Eagle turned into a sea of ​​blood.

No corpse is complete.

The heretics also began to counterattack, aiming fire at the floating Thunder Eagle.

Their laser beam hit the armor plate, making a hissing noise, causing no harm.

The re-rising Thunder Eagle shook as if drunk, and was hit continuously by light fire, then turned its nose and started shooting.

This is another **** storm.

"Rush over!"

Marcus yelled, trying to rendezvous with the interstellar warriors, but some of the heretics turned to attack them and held them back.

The four-man squad can only rely on the bunker near the drain to engage the enemy. Marcus hopes that the interstellar warriors will notice the battle here and reach out to them~www.wuxiaspot.com~ But after ten minutes of fierce fighting, Marcus suddenly discovered that the star warrior was driving away from the east bank of the embankment, which gave him a very bad premonition. Under certain induction, he raised his head and looked towards the dark sky.

At that moment, his gaze seemed to penetrate the clouds and atmosphere, reaching the orbit around the planet.

After that, there was a strong flash of light.

"I like you—"

The bridge of the Unbound Soul became busier than ever.

All the calibration work is ready, Lothar swept his hands outwards, as if an actor pulled the curtain and walked onto the stage, lifting the security agreement.

Every weapon platform has become foolproof because of the precise guidance and command of a certain existence.

Now, he is in control.

"Prepare for a full-scale bombing, 3, 2, 1—"

Lothar pressed the rune that allowed the attack.