The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"The Emperor's Angel of Death (!

: "Don't say anything, don't move, listen to my instructions."

A group of fart spirits slowly entered their field of vision. These little beasts were pushing a huge trolley, chattering and noisy, and an ordinary green skin followed behind, fighting the fart spirits, apparently urging them. They moved forward faster, but ignored the quarrel between them.

The cart was full of dead bodies, and they were all dismembered. The top one was a young girl with her head on her lap.

Although the blood-stained brown hair covered his face, Hartman seemed to be able to feel that the other person's eyes were looking at him, and a terrible guess about the final destination of the trolley came into his mind.

"These craps!"

Sivari was enraged, and as soon as he was about to shoot, Hartman rushed over to hold him.

"Don't fire."

He said in a low voice, and nodded coldly towards Lunent in the distance.

Although the goal is so attractive, although the emperor can feel the righteous anger accumulated in their chest at that moment, Hartman feels that there is no need to let the greens notice the existence of this team because of venting emotions. There will be opportunities in the future. .

The mountains and rivers are different, and they don’t share the same sky!

Soon, the small green-skinned team left, and the six remnants emerged from the darkness like ghosts in a tomb.

No one wants to talk, everyone just keeps going along the established route.

Fearing that Greenskins would pursue an empty position after finding an empty position, they walked for 10 hours without any rest in the middle.

Although Hartman was worried about this adventure, they passed through the center of the residential area unscathed.

But he really didn’t want to go into details about this journey. For example, they had passed by a destroyed and desecrated imperial church, where the offerings were looted. Judging from the stench, Greenskin used it as a temporary one. WC.

Although this kind of behavior is theoretically unlikely, because most greenskins will only solve this physiological need wherever they are, this concept of corresponding activities in special places is too obscure for them.

In addition, it is undoubtedly deliberately desecrating the majesty of the empire.

Even so, the desecrated church paled in comparison to the school building they encountered.

It used to be an elegant and well-proportioned building. The wide square in front was cleverly arranged with fountains and colonnades for students to relax and enjoy the cool. Now the windows and statues of the building are covered with corpses twisting in the wind. With those robes, ha Terman inferred that those people had been teachers at the school, and it was obvious that very few people died easily without experiencing torture.

The others were silent when they saw this scene, but Lunent spit, and Hartman only felt that the emotions in his heart were beyond words.

At that time, he only wanted to kill every green skin on the planet, even with his bare hands, but his survival instinct soon suppressed the urge to avenge these tragic victims—temporarily.

And along the way, they also encountered other waves of small-scale green skins, both boys and ass, wandering around for unknown reasons, most of them concentrated on yelling and fighting each other.

Once or twice, Hartman saw them draw out their weapons to resolve their disputes. Although they only left some bullet holes and axe wounds on their opponents, none of the guys involved in the fight suffered permanent damage, and most of them Greenskins ignored the immediate dispute, and their barbarism had clearly penetrated into their bones.

Similarly, in consideration of survival, Hartman still did not alarm any of them.

In the next two hours, they never touched the green skin again.

At the moment, the nest is at the bottom level. Due to the large number of pipe breakages caused by the war, the heat is unbearable, and it is filled with moisture and corruption, which is suffocating.

While Lunent cursed in a low voice and wiped the thick sweat on his unshaven face in vain, he also threw out a gray and transparent spider in his left ear—he hadn't noticed the spider in his ear before. in.

Epirus stubbornly cursed the green leather, cursed the sweat-filled boots made of lead, and the backpack belt that was squeezed into the flesh of his shoulders through the soaked combat uniform. .

Hartman Paul had no complaints, but took the water bottle from his backpack and pulled it away.

The water in it was hot, not salty, and smelled of metal, but Hartman drank the water anyway.

The gunner Siwari, walking in front of Hartman, walked forward with a difficult load, and sorrowful and lamented voices accompanied his footsteps. He limped and walked with his left foot limping badly.

Everyone thinks it's the wrong way, but Wannis firmly believes that there is no wrong way.

But Hartman really didn't think he was sure about this. Even the standard compass and illuminators of the infantry were not available. All they could do was pray that the emperor could give them guidance.

"The power is off."

There is no day and night in the bottom of the nest. The light belt composed of electricity is the only identification. In some relatively central locations, there are small artificial suns to simulate the alternation of day and night, but now all the lights are extinguished.

The darkness immediately enveloped everyone, not only making everyone's heart tremble, but also making their subsequent journey more difficult-this situation is unrealistic to march, and they may collide head-on with a team of greenskins at any time. .

"Should we take a break."

Epirus began to grumble again, his face haggard, and it was obvious that his injuries had tortured him.

Hartman has a very bad feeling, Epirus' wound may have been infected, and the ball-like hand covered in dirty bandages has begun to fester.

The communicator did not say this, but Hartman can smell it sometimes, which worries him-Vannis is currently the only field medical soldier, but he is not a regular doctor, does not have relevant medical skills and sufficient Medical equipment to perform a field amputation.

No matter from which point of view, he is not the kind of person who can treat other people, and the other people in the team have no medical skills in this area.

"Damn!"

Suddenly, Siwari, the gunner of UU reading www.uukanshu.com, fell forward, tripping on a thin lead with one of his feet.

The other people all lay down on the ground the moment before the blasting, and the gunner was blown up into the sky like a broken doll in the next second. When he fell down, rain-like mud splashed and his body changed. The blood was dripping and fragmented.

"Don't move!"

Hartman, who was lying on his stomach, raised his head slightly and said in a hoarse low voice.

He opened the safety of the laser gun, and patrolled the dense darkness with his eyes, looking for any suspicious targets.

But nothing happened.

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