The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Perceiving the gaze of scrutiny behind him, Soshyan turned to face Gorgri, walked over and stretched out his hand.

"I want to thank you for your intervention."

"how……"

Only these two words could be spoken by Gorgery, and his senses had not yet recovered from the singing voice released by the devil.

"The power of the will."

Soshyang said calmly that his face had already recovered. Just now Gorgri didn't notice his face when he was lying on the ground and covering his ears. When Gorgri's sight was restored, Soshyang had already put on his helmet.

But the scene where he defeated the devil was still seen by the other party, so he had to make an explanation.

"That's it, the power of will, that **** witchcraft is not worth mentioning in front of two warriors like us, right?"

"Yes, I think so."

Gorgri also felt that his thoughts were too strange, so he took Soshyan's hand and pulled himself up.

The pyramid was suddenly shrouded in weird silence, and the remaining demons all fell to the ground after their master died, curled up and wept, like children who lost their loved ones.

"It seems we this time--"

Halfway through the conversation, Gorgri's eyes suddenly widened, and he looked straight behind Soshyang.

Soshyang immediately turned around, but saw the headless demon body on the ground float up again.

"I haven't failed yet! Soulless!"

With a cruel word, the devil suddenly rose into the sky with a howling and disappeared into the darkness.

"These things are really stalkers."

Soshyang sighed, he was tired, confused, and worried.

"Kill all the remaining enemies, then destroy this place, let's leave."

After speaking, he immediately turned and walked along the broken pyramid to the cheering warriors.

Gorgri picked up his weapon and watched the scene of victory unfold in front of him.

But Soshyang was able to notice that his chest was rising and falling in laborious breathing, and it was obvious that the opponent was using incomparable willpower to refuse the painkillers injected by the armor to make him lose his mind.

"Brother, you need a pharmacist to deal with it for you."

"This one?"

Gorge smiled heartily.

"I have suffered a lot more severe injuries than this. You can't imagine how quickly I will stand up again. Then I will be able to teach you one or two new tricks in the training room."

Even after experiencing this cruel battle and witnessing the lives that have passed away, Gorgri can still be so optimistic and cheerful.

Soshyang felt that his mood was much better, and he also smiled.

"I'm very happy to fight with you, Gorgri."

"Me too, brother."

Golgri nodded.

"But I have a hunch that we still have a chance to fight together before this battle is over."

"If you always get this kind of injury, it's nothing, I'm serious, you need a pharmacist."

"Nonsense, there are people who are more injured than me. They need a saw bone."

"You never learned to accept the fact that you were injured, did you?"

Soshyang said with a smile.

"Never, but this is the style of Dorn's heirs, isn't it?"

"I can't speak well."

Soshyang said, waving his hand to beck a pharmacist of a soul drinker to come over, ignoring Golgri's firm opposition.

This is, Marcus also walked up.

He looked at Soshyan and pointed in the direction of the top of the pyramid.

"You killed her?"

"I think you read it right."

Soshyang replied with a little humor. In fact, Marcus was suppressed by the singing all the time, and he didn't see anything.

"Well, it seems we are lucky."

Marcus took a deep breath, and the air was still filled with the smell of the demon after he disappeared.

"Now let us destroy the source of this calamity."

At this time, Soshyang's communicator suddenly sounded, and then Farzad's grieving voice came out.

"The captain, Lazo and Alexander are killed..."

Hearing this news, Soshyang's mood fell to the bottom.

"You... protect their bodies, I will deal with them later."

"Yes."

Seeing Soshyang's gloomy face, Gorgri opened his mouth [interesting novel] to ask, but then his communicator also rang.

After a few seconds, his expression became similar to Soshyan's.

Marcus probably guessed what had happened, but there was nothing to say, he could only quietly arrange the manpower to destroy the altar.

Just as the elite forces of the two battle groups were trying to destroy the Altar of Subspace, the soldiers who remained in the fortress of the Ministry of Justice also faced a difficult challenge.

Hold the fortress under the tide of enemy offensive.

Although the fleet on the orbit inflicted huge damage to the enemy before the enemy group approached, the light of the bombing could be seen even from a hundred kilometers away.

But there are too many enemies and they will succeed.

When the orbital bombing ceased, large groups of enemies had already surrounded the fortress.

The cruel offensive and defensive battle started immediately.

"They are here!"

The soldier at the guard post shouted.

The heretics charged from the thick fog, and at the same time, some huge figures stood out among the followers and soldiers.

It was not only the heretics who participated in the attack, but also many things that would only appear in nightmares.

These wicked banshees with whips drove the infidels to charge into the battle, and pounced on the defenders' guns like a group of vicious dogs.

In a sense, they treat those believers as human shields.

"Block them!"

Yarik commanded calmly.

Afterwards, the heavy-explosive bullet guns on the guard tower fired, and there were roars on the defensive walls and gate lines. Heavy weapons were added to the battle, automatic cannons, laser cannons, and all the muzzles leaped and roared with flames.

The intensive firepower poured on the enemy's charge, causing considerable damage, slowing it down and dispersing it.

Thousands of explosions and shocks left a body torn apart or flying into the air.

Bright laser and plasma trajectories intertwined on the battlefield, and a large group of mortals in long robes were harvested. Yarek smiled from his face under the brim of his hat. He saw many figures trembling and falling to the ground.

However, there must be a future.

The enemy also took out all the heavy weapons seized or self-made.

The artillery and machine guns roared and fired at a distance to provide support to those infidels who were chanting suicide charges.

Cannonballs and bullets smashed into the walls, blowing up bricks and tearing the door.

The defenders began to suffer casualties.

If this is the case, no matter how many enemies there are, Yarek has no fear in his heart, because these are all they can kill.

What's more terrifying are those they can't kill.

When the ranks of heretics approached the retaining wall, swift figures sprayed out from the thick fog.

That is a clever **** evil banshee.

Ignoring the laws of physics, they are like a single missile, crossing the wide trench outside the wall with the momentum of thunder, and plunged into the line of defense at the head of the wall, leaving the main body of the unit far behind.

As soon as he landed, he immediately started killing with a whip and crab claws, and laughed jokingly and debauchery.

"Let's have fun together!"

A large group of imperial army soldiers were harvested like mature grains~www.ltnovel.com~ They were confused by the laughter and the fragrance of the devil, they stood still and were cut in half, splattered with flesh and blood, and their stumps flew across. .

"Kick them off the wall!"

Yarik yelled violently:

"If you continue, the wall will collapse soon!"

Suddenly, a precise bomb shot down a howling banshee from mid-air.

The waist of the demon burst open directly, turning into a pool of pus and sprinkling it.

"For the emperor!"

Ustad rushed along the stairs towards the parapet, and Darwin, another warrior, marched side by side with him.

They came to the top of the gate, blood was already flowing on the wall at this moment.

Those soldiers who suffered severe wounds and died of blood used their frantic heartbeat to push the slight pulsation of overflowing blood. The red creek gurgled down the trench on the wall and poured into the trench, like the rust in the iron pipe. water.