The Emperor’s Angel of Death

　　Because the power supply system was damaged, the lights here have been extinguished. Inquisitor Marcus blinked his eyes to adjust the night vision compensation of his tactical eyepiece, and proceeded cautiously.

　　 Although he knew his luck had been bad, he didn't expect it to be so bad.

　　 Originally thought that the station was still under the control of the loyalists, I didn't expect that as soon as the front foot arrived, the astral army on the back foot would be defeated and fled to the west bank of the river in embarrassment.

　　Marcus promised that if he was next to the guy in charge of the battle, he would have killed the **** without hesitation. (A certain big shot shook his body)

　　 What's even worse is that a certain **** blew up all the bridges on the river.

　　 So he and his entourage were thrown directly on the West Bank.

　　 If that’s the case, that’s fine, but the Astral Army completely destroyed the station’s power generation system before they left, which completely defeated Marcus’s plan to use a high-power communicator.

　　 So the only thing he can do now is to leave this ghost place full of heretics and demons, and go to his second safe house, where he hid a shuttle to help him leave this planet.

　　 He didn't have much hope for victory, and he didn't even care about those astral armies. He just had to wait for the extinction fleet of the court to arrive, and then destroy the entire planet and everything on it.

　　 This is the only feasible plan he thinks at the moment.

　　 So after lurking near the station for a while, he planned to use the station's drainage system to reach somewhere on the embankment one kilometer away, and then cross the river bed when the night fell.

　　 Now they are in the drainage system of the station.

This is an ancient system that has undergone many transformations. A large number of passages extend underground. Some have collapsed due to disrepair, and some have been abandoned before completion. He must find it in a complex and unfamiliar terrain. The right route.

　　 It is almost impossible for a normal person, but Marcus is obviously not a "normal person".

　　 They are now the No. 2 channel in the center of the drainage system, from here all the way down-about five hundred meters, the branches are connected to smaller channels, each of which is sealed by a rusty iron gate.

　　 "Did you find anything?"

The boss Verne said cautiously. Since coming here, he has been in a state of nervousness-Verne has always had mild claustrophobia due to his early service experience. According to him, he was trapped in Five days in a small cargo hold.

　　 "No, there are currently no signs of life."

　　 Marcus said, moving on.

The 　　 team slowly walked down the central passage, and Marcus could hear the faint sound of fighting outside through psionic perception.

When those guys retreated, at least they were not without resistance. They attracted the attention of the enemy. But Marcus felt that even if they retreated to the other side of the river, there would be no good results. There are too many heretics, and they will be caught sooner or later. Flooding-even if they blow up the only bridge.

　　 "The third room on the right."

　　 Halfway through, Marcus said softly, pointing to a pair of sliding doors thirty meters ahead.

　　 Everyone proceeded cautiously, but for some reason, Marcus seemed to hear a faint hiss, like the static sound of a machine.

　　 He stopped, turned his head and asked:

　　 "Have you heard?"

　　 Chandler looked at him blankly, blankly.

　　 "What do you hear?"

"It's nothing."

　　Marcus don't look back, keep going.

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　　 "It may be auditory hallucinations."

　　 They arrived at the passage, the door was locked and bolted, just like the other forks.

"lean back."

　　 After Marcus finished speaking, he took out the professionally broken strong acid capsule from his belt. If a gun is used in this place, the sound will spread far and may cause unnecessary trouble.

　　 As he moved, he suddenly heard a dull bang, and then he felt the stale air move quickly.

　　 So Marcus turned around instinctively, holding the gun in one hand.

　　 "What's the——"

　　 He started talking and noticed something flashed by.

"the goal!"

　　 Verne shouted, firing with a rifle.

　　 A burst of laser smashed down the passage, and crashed on the wall with a jingle.

　　 Chandler also joined him, firing at the darkness, and a storm of gunfire broke out in the small space for a while.

　　 "Casefire!"

　　 Marcus shouted, Malthus, who had escaped the needle pistol, did not pull the trigger.

　　 The last echo of the shooting fell silent, the underground passage fell into darkness again, and plumes of smoke rose from the ravaged ground.

　　 Verne forcefully replaced his rifle with a new energy magazine.

"What it is?"

　　 Malthus murmured, and he saw nothing, which is unacceptable for an assassin.

　　 Marcus's mind is running at high speed, thinking about what can approach such a close position without leaving any traces in his mind.

　　 Thinking of this, he raised his hand and pressed the eyepiece. He felt the hot, dusty air washing his face, and after stripping off the artificial coloring of the night vision goggles, everything was black.

　　 He still didn't see any signs of what had just tried to attack them.

　　 At this moment, the judge felt his fragility as a mortal-almost blind, trapped underground with something he couldn't feel.

　　 "What are you doing?"

　　 Chandler looked at him suspiciously.

　　 "My teacher once told me when everything else was useless."

As Marcus answered, he stretched out his hand and took out a special low-intensity incendiary bomb and set it on fire. This kind of incendiary bomb is a special court of justice, made with the brains of psionicists, and can illuminate some imperceptible ones. thing.

　　 "Just use those natural eyes, they are gifts from the emperor."

　　 He threw the incendiary bomb into the long corridor, listening to it bounce off the wall.

　　 It burned vigorously, casting a dark red light around it. In the short lighting time, Marcus suddenly concentrated and spread his psychic realm.

　　 For an instant, he finally saw it, and saw something black crouching on the ground ten meters away~www.ltnovel.com~ pressing tightly against the far wall.

　　 It was something similar to a human shape, but it had a snake-shaped lower body and six arms. The veins on the body were like a vein of silver silk threads and nodes.

　　 As soon as the flame went out, the figure jumped from the wall and rushed towards them.

　　 "Fire!"

　　 The enemy leaped towards them and ran at a strange speed in the flames.

　　 Verne hit it, and pierced its left shoulder, but it moved on without being affected.

　　 "Kill it!"

　　 Marcus backed away while firing, aiming at the silhouette of the figure gleaming-his luck was indeed home, and he could even run into a demon in such a place.

　　 At this moment, Verne screamed suddenly.

　　Marcus saw the steel claws flashing in the dark, cutting off Verne's armor as if it were a piece of paper.

　　 "Old pipe!"

　　 He yelled, feeling something abnormal behind him, he just twisted and shot, but there was no gunshot—his magazine was empty.

　　 The enemy was staring at him, and at that moment, the masked face was illuminated by fire.

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