The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"what--"

　　Marek couldn't hear their howls, his teeth were itchy, his gums were sore, and his soft eyes trembled slightly, as if an aggressive voice stopped abruptly around him.

　　 There are some things he can't hear, but he can feel a touch that he didn't foresee.

　　 He blinked, swept away the sting from his tearful eyes, and finally raised his head.

　　 He saw the thing squatting on the top of the wall tearing the weak psychological line of defense to pieces.

This thing is wearing armor made of metal plates randomly welded, with blood-like colors on it, and full of erect spikes. The armor is carved with the mark of the smiling face of the alien **** of World War I. Behind it is a funny rocket and a double-horned helmet. The lower red eyes looked down at him.

　　 It was covered with blood, from head to toe, three heads were wrapped around its shoulder armor by their hair, and their torn neck was still dripping blood.

　　 Even though he was so far away, he could distinguish this **** green skin.

　　 Old Marek struggled to stand up straight, his failing heart lost all its rhythm, only sending pain instead of blood to the whole body.

　　 Strange, his hearing seems to have recovered somewhat.

　　 "Shrimp."

　　 The squatting creature spoke in a low, harsh voice.

　　 "It will be more fun if you are afraid of me, but you are not, are you? How strange."

　　 Even though the pain was unbearable, Marek still raised his laser gun.

　　 The next second, the rocket behind the thing fell off, and it jumped down, reaching out and taking the gun away from his hand, like snatching a toy from a child.

　　 Then, the huge beast smashed the barrel of the gun with one punch and threw it aside without even looking at it.

　　 "Take this as your luck—"

　　 Green Leather reached out and pulled the old man's hair.

　　 "You will have a special way to die in the jumping pit."

　　 Old Marek coughed out a stuck and meaningless syllable. He lost control of his body on the verge of death, and he couldn't feel anything when he was dying of incontinence.

　　 "The bonebreaker is here."

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Rosabes Eaton’s mother cultivated seedlings in the basement most of the time. Her father was a teacher who taught the children in this district to read, write, and pray. Since they ran to the streets and told her to call her Waiting in the single room at home, she hadn't seen them for a while.

　　 Outside, she could hear everyone running and crying.

　　 The city’s alarm was noisy and crying, but there was no warning of the storm before. Usually, before the alarm went off, her parents would always let her pack up and get ready to go to the shelter a few days in advance.

　　 They shouldn't just throw her here, they shouldn't just run away with all the others and throw her here alone.

　　 The roar is from far to near, and her heart beats faster every minute.

　　 Then there was the sound of footsteps. Something blocked the dim light of her window. She pulled the blanket up a little bit-she actually hated the blanket, and the fleas on it brought her itchy swelling.

　　 But it was too cold without it, and now she needs it to hide.

　　Waaaagh——

　　 A voice appeared in the room. A low roar burst out, as if a machine soul was given life.

　　 In the trembling of the girl, the door was suddenly broken open——

　　 "Damn it!"

　　 Noah Gard saw one of them while holding his pistol. At first he thought there was no one on the street, but he was wrong.

He glanced at the beast, nearly as tall as an ordinary person, dressed in armor that looked like a garbage dump, holding a blood-stained meat saw and an exaggerated pistol in its hand, each hanging one on his shoulders. With the skinned human head still bleeding, the dripping liquid stuck to the armor, and three other corpses dragged in the sand behind them, and the iron chains hung on the walking beasts pierced their spine.

　　 Every corpse seemed to have suffered great torture. It was out of shape. The dust covered them like a fake skin, and the ashes dyed the exposed muscles black.

　　 Noah Gard raised his pistol at the bravest moment of his life.

　　 The next moment, the thing turned around, accompanied by a loud lightning burst like thunder.

　　 Something hit Noah Gard's abdomen like a truck. He couldn't even scream. The air in his lungs was squeezed out. He didn't even have time to fall down before the abdomen exploded.

　　In just an instant, he burst into pieces.

It didn't hurt at all. He saw the stars twinkling and the buildings shaking. When his chest fell to the ground, he plunged into darkness. The light of life in his eyes disappeared when his head fell and shattered, and his internal organs were scattered on the ground.

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　　 "Asshole!"

　　 Safia Casanova waved her fist towards the closed door.

　　 "Let's go in."

　　 The lower room where they took refuge in this block is a cheap bar at the fork.

　　 She never drank there. The only time she had been here for more than five minutes in many years was because of the sandstorm four years ago. At that time, most of the area was ravaged by sandstorms for more than three weeks and their homes were ruined.

　　 She stood with others outside the closed door, locked outside their emergency shelter.

　　 "They locked it too early."

　　 The sound came and went one after another.

　　 "This is not a storm."

　　 "Did you see a fire?"

　　 "Why are they closing the gate?"

　　 "Let them go!"

　　 Safia's fingers ran across the crack in the door, but she didn't notice any weakness, except for the body squeezed from behind, she had nothing to do.

　　 If they keep pouring into the basement, she will soon be crushed on this scrap of iron.

　　 "They won't open the door anymore."

　　 "It's already full."

　　 The last remarks made her shake her head, how could she be full? This bunker can hold 400 people, but there are only more than 60 people outside with her.

　　 "Don't **** squeeze!"

　　 other people shouted.

　　 "We can't open it again."

　　 Shafia just murmured when someone squeezed her behind, her face pressed against the cold iron door, and now she couldn't even wave her arm to clear a gap for herself.

"and many more--"

　　 The next moment, when the door opened, the faint complaint was the most beautiful voice she had ever heard. The people nearby cried with joy and finally took a step back.

　　 A pair of sweaty hands pushed against the crack of the door, trying to open it when the door hinge was extremely lack of lubricating oil.

　　 "The benevolent emperor..."

　　As the first group of people, Shafia whispered to the scene inside—the corpses were just piled on the floor, and each one was indistinguishable.

　　 The blood pooled into a stream of sticky and dirty streams gushing from between the legs of Shafia and the people behind him. Those who couldn't see had already begun to push the front row, eagerly wanting hypocritical comfort.

Shafia looked at the limbs spread everywhere, her blood-spattered fingers slowly moved across the ground in a pool of blood, her torso stacked on top of them, scattered around where they died, or gathered in a pile, and the walls were covered with crude blood. The fog made it mottled.

"and many more--"

　　 The scene was so chaotic ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ that she couldn't even hear her own voice, and the crowding behind never stopped.

"and many more…"

　　 She was pushed down by the pressure from behind and fell into the room. When she fell over the threshold, she heard the sound of the chain saw starting.

　　In an instant, blood splashed, and a group of sturdy beasts appeared from the hiding place. Behind them, a machine in the form of a drill bit was burrowing out of the concrete floor.

　　 "waaaaaaaaagh!"

When the beast headed by 　　 spoke, droplets splashed, but no one knew what it was going to say——

　　 On the third day after the Battle of the Ash Plains, the Bonebreakers concentrated their forces and continued to advance north, ran over the defense line, and finally entered Furnas Nest.

The chief defense officer of the nest capital collapsed under tremendous pressure and chose to surrender without firing a bullet. The green-skinned troops entered the nest capital that afternoon and began a reckless massacre. More than two billion people were slaughtered within 12 hours. .

　　Most people died in hacking, beast bites, and various death games. Until they got tired, in order to improve efficiency, they found a few large pits, pushed tens of thousands of residents into them, and burned or buried them alive.

　　 Some residents also escaped from the nest city, but they were not favored by the emperor. The hundreds of kilometers of refugees were outflanked by green-skinned motorcycle troops in the desert and forced to return to the nest city to become slaves in the death factory.

At this point, the fighting on the ground in Armageddon has deteriorated to the point where the local garrison is completely unable to resolve it. Two hours after the outbreak of the Invernas massacre, the local Star Whispering Hall has sent out for the first time since the first Armageddon War. Red warning signal-