The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"Dry and tender!"

He tried to flash an axe the size of Oglin's head, retreating as fast as possible.

The beast unwillingly swung at him again, and Massin continued to retreat, but felt that his back was against the wall, and suddenly understood that there was nowhere to go back.

The axe slid in front of him a short distance away, and he could even feel the sound of the axe blade in the air.

The veteran leaned over the slashing radius, and then slammed the opponent's knee with the **** of his rifle.

Lupi fell to the ground in pain, but still clutching an axe to chop the dried shrimp.

Masin stepped back and fired another shot. The stopping power of the shotgun finally knocked him over.

"It's so hard!"

Solving the enemy, he looked around and found that the situation was not very good.

The guards still let Green Leather get close, and Green Leather is tearing the line of defense like a chain saw sword through a rotten leg.

He reloaded, killed the other one, and successfully attracted the attention of the other greenskins.

Ma Xin's pre-war encouragement played a role. Several newbies stabbed the bayonet rifle into Greenskin's body with desperate anger, knowing that they couldn't live no matter what they were, and they just pulled a few backs.

A green skin was poked five or six times before regaining its senses, and when it reacted, it roared in anger, and was trampled to death by the companion behind.

A small group of new beasts poured into the hall, staggering and stepping on the corpses and internal organs of the same race to kill the general.

The hall was violently flooded in an instant, and the scene was so chaotic that it could not be described in detail, filled with the smell of smoke, chemical explosives, and torn flesh and blood, and the air seemed to vibrate with the rampant green skin and the roar of their chain saw axes.

A head bone rushed across the floor, oozing blood all the way to Masin.

He looked down and found that it was the 17-year-old recruit. Obviously he doesn't need to have a headache for his boots anymore...

Masin strode forward, shouting as he walked.

"The sixteenth regiment, move closer to me!"

A green leather blocked his way, and the veteran smacked it with a rifle butt.

But the guy was also hard enough, he smashed his teeth and picked up the guy to continue on, two soldiers deposited on it and smashed and jabbed.

It was taken to the ground, and one of the men's neck was held with one hand and then twisted off, then it continued to roll and fight with the other soldier.

Massin walked around it, unable to shoot without accidentally hurting his own person.

The next second, it suddenly sat up, and threw the soldier aside as casually as a rucksack.

This has clarified Marsin's shooting range instead.

So the shotgun roared continuously, and Green Skin couldn't get up again, but the soldier who was thrown out also died.

More green skins were still pouring inside, and soon the number reached about five hundred.

At this time, the situation has taken a turn for the worse, and it cannot be reversed by Massin alone.

"Damn, this will really be donated—"

Faintly relieved, Masin suddenly heard a different voice in the hustle and bustle of the battlefield.

A roar, it seems to be some kind of weapon.

At first he thought it was the sound of heavy explosive bombs, but he immediately rejected it, as if they had heavy explosive bombs, they had already taken care of these few **** green skins.

But then the roar gradually became clear, and he confirmed that it was the sound of explosive bombs.

Along with the roar, there were heavy footsteps, and some kind of shocking roar--

"For the emperor!!"

The next moment, as if appearing out of thin air, groups of soldiers wearing silver-gray power armor rushed into the hall, shouting battle roars and rushing towards the green tide. Walking at the forefront of this team was a stalwart existence— -Wearing a terminator armor full of battlescars, taking the lead, holding a weird long-handled weapon in his hand, shining with a biting cold light.

He shouted and pointed his weapon in the direction where the green leather piled up, and motioned his soldiers to write a poem of punishment from the Golden Throne with iron and blood.

"Astral knights! In the name of the emperor, kill them all!"

The sudden onslaught that the boys received, although a little flustered, did not retreat. Instead, most of them turned to the newly emerged enemies behind, the enemies that were more worthy of their fight.

The battle entered the white-hot phase in an instant. Bullets and bombs roared towards the silver-gray ceramic steel front. Most of them were deflected by the arc of the power armor or left shallow dents, even if there were a few. After being hit and falling to the ground, he will soon get up and fight with double fury.

Before the Greenskins had time for the next wave of shooting, the Terminators who rushed to the front had already plunged into their front under Soshyan's leadership.

Chainsaw swords, explosive pistols, power swords, and even fists were used in the next killing, and their reckless assault set off a **** storm in the green skin.

At the same time, many of the green skins who tried to raise their weapons to counterattack were knocked over by the precise volley of explosive shells. Only then did they discover that the team with heavy weapons had moved to their side, and the volley of heavy explosive shells and assault guns continued. Suppress and kill, or use the hot wave and plasma of a hot melt gun

The small flare burst of the gun solves the more difficult reloaded orc boss.

Farther, behind the front, fragmented missiles whizzed past, sweeping rows of green skins into green slag, turning them into burning scrap iron.

"Ah, this—"

Suddenly, like a wonderful turn in the battle, Masin realized that there were only a few green skins standing in the room, and no new green skins poured into the lobby.

Then he realized that they were saved.

"Don't persuade, you bastards!"

He immediately shouted:

"You guys are going to kill you."

The appearance of the interstellar warrior gave everyone confidence, and light bullets flashed from all around, and a group of guards also swarmed up, literally removing the two unlucky green skins.

Masin rushed up quickly, slammed the stomach of a guy who was trying to escape with the barrel, and then broke its mandibular ligament center with the butt.

After a few heartbeats, it was dragged down by the soldiers.

After a few more seconds, the battle was over, and Massing faced Astarte for the first time in his life.

"Are you the chief here?"

As the giant spoke with a strange metallic texture in front of him, Ma Xin swallowed his throat and tried to straighten his knees. Then he saluted a standard military salute and replied loudly:

"Yes, my lord! I am the commander of the 16th Infantry Regiment, Masin Rahimi!"

"Hello, Captain Masin, I am the captain of the Astral Knights, Soshyan Alexei, how is the situation in the nest capital now?"

Ma Xin was stunned for a while, and then hesitated:

"Uh.... I'm sorry, sir, we have lost contact with the rear for a long time. The only radio was damaged three months ago, but I guess...the situation should be very bad."

Then he saw the invincible giant and seemed to sigh slightly.

"I see, how many of you are there now?"

"Probably, if the soldiers... less than one hundred, there are three thousand civilians~www.wuxiaspot.com~ mostly old and weak, women and children, there are also some young and strong, but we lack weapons and ammunition."

"Are there any strongholds like yours nearby."

"There are a few, but they don't have much contact with each other, because it is very likely that you will encounter Greenskins on the road, but occasionally they will send people to ventilate to indicate that they are still alive."

"Next you have a mission, Captain Masin."

Hearing this serious topic, Masin straightened his waist immediately.

"You must contact all the strongholds that can be contacted, gather all those who can fight, and collect scattered weapons as much as possible."

"My lord, can I ask, is this what I'm going to do?"

Soshyan looked down at him and said meaningfully:

"We are going to counterattack."

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