The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"Those prisoners look terrible, but in the face of the fanatical fighting nuns, their fate is probably worse."

With this in mind, Malakin slowed down and looked inside from the hall.

The dirty cells are full of people who have been abused. They are huddled up like animals. Although their faces are full of deep fear, they all work hard to move their bodies, using their empty eyes. Staring at the angels who appeared.

Suddenly, Malakin felt that something was not quite right, and these prisoners were too quiet.

"Be vigilant and prepare for fire cover."

He gave orders in the communicator, and the soldiers became alert.

A few seconds later, the prisoners suddenly screamed and rushed forward, squeezing their heads into Geshan without stopping.

Malakin scanned the surroundings and saw that some prisoners were constantly hitting the cells with their bodies, swaying the iron door, even if they hit their heads and bloodied them.

Soon, the doors opened.

"The traitor is hiding behind the prisoner."

Malakin yelled with a communicator, his tone of voice was flat, not surprising.

"They are all in the room, firing."

Every weeper heard the command, and their superhuman response made them execute it without thinking.

However, it was not only the weepers who had such a rapid reaction. The prisoners in tattered clothes were also torn to pieces by the artillery fire from behind in the blink of an eye, and the blasting gun fired against their spine and skull.

Then, the remnants of the Red Pirates rushed out.

In an instant, the prison cell turned into a chaotic battlefield, using complex and changeable facilities as a cover, and the former comrades in arms desperately opened fire in an attempt to destroy the opponent.

The battle was short and bloody, the Red Pirate and the Weeper's warriors kept swapping positions, and the howling bullets staggered between the grids in the cell.

With the overwhelming number of weepers, some red pirates were forced to the wall, and explosive bombs kept hitting their helmets and bodies.

The remaining prisoners also suffered, screaming continuously, and their bodies torn by the explosive bomb fell.

In other cells, the Red Pirates relying on bunkers to beat the weepers back into the darkness. The sudden attack caused some teams to lose the accuracy of their previous firepower and disrupted their formation.

After shooting for a while, the Red Pirate kept backing away under the pressure of the weepers.

After the magazines were lit up, the remnants of the Red Pirates who were forced into desperation had to rush up with their melee weapons high, and in response, the weepers also waved their swords and jumped shields to greet them.

Malakin also fought on the front line, and the explosive bombs sent sparks to the bulkheads around him, but none of the bullets fell on him.

"Brother of the Weeper! There is no need for everyone to die for the corrupt and dirty empire! Be a human, leave a thread, and give us a shuttle. This ship is yours!"

In the darkness, a hoarse voice sounded, and it was obvious that the Red Pirates also knew that continuing to fight would be a dead end.

But Malakin remained unmoved.

"Traitor, I will kill you all one by one."

In the flash of fire, Malakin rushed out of the darkness, shot a fallen red pirate in the head, and reloaded the weapon.

Although the red pirates didn't know his last name or name, they knew his cloak and the gorgeous power armor on his body.

Afterwards, a red pirate also walked out of the darkness. Without a helmet, he stared at Malakin with cold eyes, with his gray hair draped over his shoulders.

"Captain Malakin, why bother."

The deaths of many colleagues made the face of the red pirate squad leader become abnormally distorted. He held a blasting gun with empty magazines in one hand, and a power long sword in the other hand, the blade in the dark. Shining in the middle, blood on the sword is evaporating.

"Have you forgotten the shame that Tyra Council brought to you!"

Even in his anger, the red pirate's conversation was quite generous.

"In that great war, we also fought side by side and shed blood together."

"To shut up!"

Malakin interrupted the opponent angrily.

"Look at what you are doing. The sons of San Giles will not be with you anymore. They are ashamed to have been with you! You are the greatest shame of the weepers! Who do you think you are? How dare me? Huron dare not be so mad in front of me, look at your depraved face and the witchcraft flowing in your veins!"

The captain of the Red Pirate squad lifted the sword and took a photo with the shiny blade as a mirror.

"Really, you should see what is flowing on you, weeper, because you will soon see it on the floor of the dungeon."

The two commanders stared at each other with big eyes and small eyes, while the fighters of the two battle groups caught each other in the dark.

Suddenly, Malakin's cloak moved, and the Red Pirate Captain blinked.

When he recovered, the opponent was already standing behind him, holding a **** saber in his hand.

"you--"

The red pirate had a puzzled expression on his face. When he felt a pain in his wrist, he looked down, only to find that his palm and the sword in his palm had fallen to the ground, and a lot of blood was coming from his wrist. The fracture is spouting from. .

Before he could speak, a blasting gun was already stretched out from the side and pressed against the forehead of the Red Pirate Squad Captain, making his expression freeze.

"The next one is Huron."

With a gunshot, the red pirate's head was blasted into rotten watermelon, and his brain and minced meat were sprayed on the wall.

Malakin waited quietly in the stench of smoke and death, and the final killing took place in the dark.

In the end, only the weepers walked out of the cell one by one and joined their direct officers.

At the corner of the stairs, thousands of cultists rushed out, trying to surround the invading weepers, but when they saw the body of the former master on the ground, their will immediately collapsed, scattered and fled, and just came together. As fast as that.

"You can let Thunder Eagle come over and withdraw the soldiers. Only one team will be left here."

Malakin gave the order slightly exhausted.

"it's over?"

The third company commander of the weeping man asked from the side

"It's over. The news just came that Commander Soshyan has wiped out the invaders on the black ship, and now only has to clean the battlefield."

"But there is also a red pirate ship..."

Malakin shook his head and motioned to the other party not to continue this topic.

"Perform your mission."

"Yes."

After the third company commander left ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Malakin glanced down at the bodies of the red pirates on the ground. It was hard for him to imagine that the former guardian of the Maelstrom Star Claw would degenerate into what it is now.

At this time, what he had done in the past made him startled in a cold sweat.

If Huron's conspiracy is not exposed and the weepers are really tied to the chariot, will they become like this now?

Such a possibility made Malakin shudder.

But fortunately, the emperor gave them a chance to look back when the battle group reached the edge of the abyss.

Thinking of this, he immediately turned and walked towards the prison gate. He planned to meet someone.

In addition to their enthusiasm for the empire, the weepers were able to obtain this ray of life after the Badab War, thanks to that person.

And now that person is on the black ship, he is--

Inquisitor, Ossino Quandt.