The Emperor’s Angel of Death

If you want to say which kind of alien is the most hated by Soshyan, then there is only one answer to this question-

Space Necromancer!

It was them that caused the once prosperous astral knights to fall to the brink of destruction in an instant.

It was them that killed the comrade Soshyan was familiar with, superior.

It was them that made him suddenly become a battle group commander from an ordinary sergeant, and he was involved in a whirlpool that he couldn't imagine.

It was them that made Soshyan Alexei what he is today, so he has only one attitude towards these aliens!

"Destroy them! Leave none!"

Soshyan held up the Sacred Flame Sword. Behind him, the Rand Predator, the Predator Tank, and the Sikaran Battle Tank, and at the same time released countless shells, lasers and missiles at the largest pyramid, and the Thunder Eagle in the sky was also Concentrated firepower for a salvo.

The roaring plasma penetrated the turbulent air, continuous artillery fire swept across the entire pyramid, and the force field attached to the pyramid made a harsh explosion, but with the last ray of flame extinguished.

The other war machines seized the opportunity and began to set fire to the unshielded pyramid.

Its armor was extremely heavy, and under their attack, the metal-like rock collapsed, but it did not cause any substantial damage.

As long as they break through this pyramid, they will be able to reunite with the weepers, and the opportunity will be fleeting.

"Rush in!"

A blizzard of lasers and bullets poured down, and Soshyang braved the rain of bullets and began to charge.

Then, the killing began.

He jumped over the pile of corpses and shot and killed an immortal with a plasma pistol, whose head melted instantly.

More green light beams whizzed past him, but Soshyang turned a blind eye, and the Sacred Yan sword screamed in his palm.

He jumped over the huge crater, ignoring the wreckage of the undead still wriggling under the pit, and at the moment he landed, he slammed the iron boots into the head of an undead.

"You are dying!"

Soshyang roared and rushed into the alien group, the Holy Flame sword slammed violently, the blade bit into the solid active metal, and sparks splashed all around.

From time to time, he lightly swings his long sword to cut down the enemy's head, and sometimes hits the enemy's body with a heavy blow.

But the necromancer is still fearless.

Although the interstellar warriors also say that they are fearless, it is because the transformation and training allowed them to downplay this sentiment, or transform it to play a more effective role.

However, they can still feel the fear.

But these soulless machines don't have this feeling at all. The part of their brains responsible for preserving emotions has long become a simple logic circuit, and their owners can completely control most of their actions by simply flipping the switch.

No matter what they were once, they are now just dolls that fight to the death.

In the middle of the alien, the flaming sharp blade obliterated all those who dared to face Soshyan, and unknowingly, his armor was splashed with liquid active metal.

But what Soshyang didn't notice was that these active metals didn't slip off him, but instead attached to him, even suspended around him to control it, but the fierce fighting made Soshyang too busy to take care of him.

"die!"

Soshyang split the two soulless slaves with force.

At this time, a huge, three-legged monster with a sharp blade ran out of the gate of the pyramid.

Soshyang turned around and slammed his sword at the opponent.

The Sacred Yan sword was blocked by the opponent's phasing blade, but countless active metals roared out from around Soshyang like bullets, instantly smashing the structure into fragments.

"this--"

Soshyang was stunned for a few seconds, but the battlefield did not have time to give him more thought.

Amid the shouts, his soldiers also followed him.

In an instant, guns blasted and the air currents roared.

Death is like a shadow, but the soldiers are willing to go. They are death itself, and their explosive guns played the drums of death.

For some reason, Soshyang seemed to be able to hear the wailing of those dead souls, which made his gums itchy, but the annoying wailing still scratched his ears.

Suddenly, a soldier disappeared in the gleaming green light, and his scorched arm fell in front of Soshyan-he was still holding the explosive gun before dying and emptied the magazine inside.

Soshyan was startled.

This severed limb reminded him of the world engine, and reminded him of the damage the alien had done to his blood brother.

In an instant, he became furious.

An icy curse came from his spine--

"Rush in! Kill them all!"

He roared, and his soldiers obeyed willingly, slaughtering the soulless machinery, as if slaughtering hordes of helpless animals.

Soshyan went on and fought non-stop.

Whenever he destroys an alien, he feels a burst of intense joy, and for some reason, the dead mechanical spirits seem to have fear.

Although they cannot be identified from the outside, Soshyan can feel that they are in fear!

Their arms began to tremble, and the muzzle they pointed at themselves began to shake, and some even fell to the ground with a light touch—

For a moment, he almost turned into a humanoid harvester, galloping freely in the grassy wasteland.

The Sacred Yan sword was swung into a big eight-character shape, clearing a space around him, and the crazy desire for killing surged in his body.

For a time, Soshyang used his completely unfettered power to fight hard and turned into an unstoppable engine of destruction, and nothing could stop him.

A large amount of liquid metal surrounds him, and the gray marrow sings in his veins, forming a relentless silver wave-only because he rushed too deeply, the other fighters were not shocked by this scene.

At this moment, Soshyang is a living hurricane. His sharp blade hovered and fell, and only destruction remained behind him.

That's it, he was almost alone, and smashed into the huge pyramid, leaving the soldiers far behind.

In the pyramid, the Lich Guards staggered out, and they rushed to the terrible destroyer at the command of the master. These elite fighters were all equipped with vicious melee weapons.

In an instant, the shadow of the sword, light and sword covered the dark pyramid.

"Die all!!"

Soshyang straightened his body~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He was lifting the veil of death, and he wanted to let these soulless machines see what is truly complete and terrifying power.

The flaming blood-red blade smashed a Lich Guardian directly from head to toe into two pieces. Then, he turned around and knocked down another enemy with a punch.

This is the core of the tomb of the dead. There are vicious beetle machinery everywhere, and the ghost machine phases through the solid wall to launch an assault, just like an antibody attacking a virus that invades a living body.

Lich Guard, crypt thornworm, crypt spider—

Countless aliens appeared in front of Soshyang, but without exception, they were as fragile as a piece of paper, as if Soshyang had another innate power that could obliterate them.

When he broke into the core area of ​​the pyramid, he was surrounded by several meters of active metal that was as sharp as a blade.

This cold and ominous space is located below the black pyramid. Here, there are circles of sarcophagi whispering and emitting ghostly electric lights, standing right in the center of the cold fog and the strange obelisks. A huge platform, a tall one, holding a metal scepter, and a dark cloak behind his shoulders is standing on it——