The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"The Emperor's Angel of Death (

Originally in Stryker's plan, their raid would be carried out in secret, and they had already returned to the stronghold when the enemy found out.

But he overlooked one point, not everyone has the same determination to resist to the end like him.

Not long after the team departed, a traitor revealed this to the heretics. Although he didn't know Stryker's specific plan, he knew that now was the weakest time for stronghold defense.

So an attack followed one after another, followed by a massacre.

When Stryker hurried back to the base, it was too late.

The sky above the Crest Fortress was burning, and the flames burned the entire land. The bombing of enemy planes exploded the ancient observation towers one after another, melted the towering city walls, destroyed the towers and the flat streets.

In the burning aisle, black figures were passing by.

Those figures roared and gasped in a low voice, using their foul-smelling claws to take their lives away.

"Brunei!"

With a roar, Stryker kicked a door open, raised his explosive pistol and fired.

He looked so tall in the billowing smoke, like an Astarte, and on his rock-hard face, he had bright eyes.

Scanning the darkness around him, he can shoot bullets at the enemy lurking aside.

In the nearby smoke, the red-eyed monsters trembling and exploded, blood splashing on the stone wall.

Suddenly, a few lasers cut through the air near him, so Stryker immediately fired back and ran quickly, moving between the fallen corpses.

On the tarmac in front, a group of people were fighting. In front of the gate of the boarding tunnel, two bloodied militiamen were fighting with their chief, Brunei.

"Let us pass quickly, you bastard."

"Shameful deserter!"

Stryker could hear one of them yelling.

"You let us wait for death here, let us pass quickly."

Stryker saw that one of them pulled out a pistol and wanted to stop it, but it was too late.

Before Stryker rushed to the man, the gun fired.

Colonel Katachan was full of anger and smashed the gunner’s jaw with the grip of the pistol, knocked the man up the stairs, and then lifted the other man’s body and threw him down, still burning. Walking on the track of the stairs.

But Brunei has fallen in a pool of blood.

"I... I have notified the floating barge according to your order, and they are ready to retreat... Leave me alone, you go quickly, or..."

"To shut up!"

Gunter cursed and tried to help Brunei up, but his hands were covered with blood.

"Let's go together."

"I can't wait that long, I'm going to die... You can retreat quickly, sir."

Brunei said painfully, his voice was sharp and hoarse.

Retreat, retreat, retreat again!

Stryker hates himself for being a Katachan for enduring so much humiliation.

"Don't **** say retreat! Attica didn't keep me running! Olympia didn't keep me running! I ran without the Red Sand Mountains! Today I'm Stryker, don't run away."

On the tarmac, Stryker heard the sharp roar of the jet engine of the floating barge, which meant that the last one was about to take off.

"quick--"

Brunei grabbed Stryker's clothes.

For a moment, Stryker thought Brunei wanted to take him with him.

But the opponent's body suddenly turned into a cloud of blood, and Stryker was scared to take a big step back.

At the top of the stairs, the warped chaotic vanguard has surrounded them.

It turned out that Brunei saw them faintly along Stryker's shoulder, so he reluctantly let his body cover him and blocked the bullet for his chief.

Stryker stood up slowly, flames burning in his eyes.

He first blasted a nearby soldier with a horned skull with one bullet, and both the second and third bullets also blasted the bodies of the other two enemies.

Fourth, five, and six bullets knocked several enemies into the air, causing them to fall directly onto the comrades who were still climbing the stairs.

The seventh shot came with the sound of empty bullets.

So he threw the explosive pistol aside, and slowly retreated to the gate of the boarding duct.

Following the smoke, he could ask about the rancid smell of chaos, and he could hear the hum of huge flies.

Maybe the enemy will rush to him in the next second.

Suddenly, an automatic cannon roared and fired at the barbaric enemy. This devastating fire was shot from a nearby corner.

Stryker turned his head and saw the brawny man with fish tattoos on his face.

It's a hedgehog.

The hedgehog was in a sentry cannon position near the boarding point, unfolding cover fire for Stryker.

"Hurry up on the barge, the last one is still waiting for you."

Stryker rushed through the squally wind generated by the barge engine.

As the hatch was about to close, Stryker jumped into the cabin.

The enemy’s bullets are constantly hitting the fuselage,

Stryker faced the ground and slammed heavily on the cabin floor, leaving gurgling blood on his face.

He stared at a group of militiamen outside the cabin that was coming in a hurry, hoping to catch up with the last militia.

"Open the door!"

Stryker shouted angrily:

"Are you **** deaf! Open it quickly."

But none of the crew members seemed to hear him, so Stryker stood up with difficulty and pulled down the cabin lever.

The door opened suddenly, and the hedgehog jumped up with it.

After that, everyone quickly closed the hatch.

"Now ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ he is yelling at the crew members in the cockpit.

"Hurry up and take off!"

The next second, the jet engine issued a deafening scream, but the anti-air laser fire broke the boarding pipe, causing the barge to accidentally break a column, and the body began to shake.

Below the shuttle, the fortress was burning in a sea of ​​fire.

In order to escape, the pilot seemed to have left everything behind—regulations, airframe limits, and even his mother's name, frantically adjusting the jet engine power to the limit.

After the tail nozzle of the shuttle spewed a cloud of black smoke, it suddenly spewed a cloud of flames.

"Engine failure!!"

This is the most desperate voice.

The floating barge began to descend, and the fortress below it was like a dying person, being eaten away by the flames.

Stryker stood up hard and barely walked to the porthole. The sight in front of him was simply his dream state-flames, blooming like flowers, this pale and dim green flame, as if given life, swallowed the whole world. The whole world……

He clenched his Katachan scimitar tightly. If the emperor decides to summon him here, he will definitely take away enough heads of traitors before heading to the throne.

With a bang, the barge fell back to the ground.

"Come on!! Traitors!!!"

The moment the hatch opened, Stryker roared and jumped down, holding the scimitar in his hand high.

Suddenly, a strong air current passed over him.

Stryker raised his head and saw a few silver-gray metal war eagles.

Their hatches were all opened. Under Stryker’s shocked gaze, the blue-gray silhouettes carrying jetpacks jumped up from the hatches, sending out something he had never heard in his life, enough to freeze his soul. Screaming.