Chapter 357: The Warrior of Death On September 3, 3046, at five o'clock in the morning, the sun's rays had slowly risen from the horizon, but the air on the Beast Plateau was still a little cold, and the dew condensed at night condensed on the large dark green grass, emitting bursts of dazzling flashes under the cold sun's radiance.
A group of human warriors were crawling in the cold grass at the moment, wearing covert suits made of makeshift weeds, and the leather armor under the covert suits did not have any army numbers, and the weapons in their hands were only the most ordinary batch products.
But these warriors were by no means easy to match, and their muscular, inhumanoid bodies and the numbness that occasionally flashed like beasts in their eyes showed their danger and strength.
The warriors, of course, were not aimlessly waiting for their prey in the sparsely populated plateau, and soon the sound of wolves running and orcs urging their mounts came from far away.
Upon hearing the sound, the human warriors immediately lowered their bodies, and even their breathing began to slow down at this point.
"Drink!
Speed up, we must tell the city lord the news of the attack on the grazing team as soon as possible, and this time we must let that traitor of Flower pay for his bloody debts!
The leader of the orc was a shaman, and although he and his warriors seemed to be tired after a long journey, the shaman had no intention of stopping to rest.
"Blood debt and blood payment!"
The orc warriors who followed the orc shaman guard had a look of bitter hatred on their faces when they heard the name of Flower, and they roared as they clamped their legs between the belly of the giant wolf under their seats, and then in the roar of the giant wolf, the speed of the rescue team increased again.
The galloping wolves soon approached the ambush of the human warriors, and since these orcs had carved out the same path between towns as humans, it had become much easier to ambush the orcs.
When this group of about fifty orcs stepped into the human ambush.
Twenty human warriors suddenly lifted the weeds that covered them, and then lunged at the orcs who were riding on the galloping wolves.
These human warriors were quite fast, and with agility that did not match their size, they plunged into the waist of the orc team like a dagger.
The blackened steel greatsword slashed the orc and the wolf in front of him in half like chopping vegetables, and when the blood sprayed into the sky fell like rain, the slaughter had just begun.
"Enemy attack!
Spread out!
After the initial chaos of the orcs, the orc shaman who ran at the forefront saved the orcs from the fate of being slaughtered by taking advantage of the chaos with his command, but it was clear that even if they were not slaughtered in an instant, the remaining orcs of less than thirty were no longer the opponents of those human warriors.
After all, the wolf is not a speed-type riding beast, in terms of short-range acceleration, these giant wolves carrying heavy orcs have no advantage over those human warriors who are like dead people with cold and numb eyes, although the orc warriors scattered in a panic and let them survive for dozens of seconds longer, but soon those human warriors who caught up with the wolf with their feet put the scythe of death on their necks again.
Steaming blood and minced flesh strewn across the icy grass, adding a touch of warmth to the somewhat chilly morning, when the orcs were left with only the orc shaman and a few of their most powerful warriors trying to escape the slaughter for no apparent reason.
"My lord!
Run away, we'll stop you!
"The few remaining orc warriors had already fallen from the wolves by this time, for they found that they could not compete with the humans whose strength and agility were equally amazing.
Sure enough, after separating from the mount, with the combat skills accumulated over the years, the elite of these orc warriors finally blocked those human warriors, and at this time, seeing that the other human warriors had finished killing and were gathering here, these orc warriors knew that they might not be able to leave here again.
The orc shaman hesitated for a moment after hearing the shouts of his most loyal men, and when he saw that the human warriors who didn't care about their injuries were cornering their subordinates, the shaman finally gritted his teeth and pulled out the short knife at his waist and stabbed his own wolf fiercely.
"I will avenge you!"
The orc shaman glanced at the human warriors with hatred, and then fled into the distance at the wolf's howl.
The stinging wolf seemed to be running much faster than usual.
"No, you don't have a chance to get revenge."
After seeing the orc shaman flee, a person led by a human warrior who had just finished the battle said coldly to the orc shaman who had just finished the battle, and then as soon as his words fell, the head of the orc shaman in the distance suddenly appeared as if it had been bitten by something.
The orc shaman, whose head was spurting blood and white brains, could no longer hold on to the galloping wolf, and with disbelief in his eyes, he was swept away by the belated impact, and then fell to the grass and stared up at the sky and died weakly.
"Seventh Squad, you will be deducted 10 points from your total score in this battle because you escaped an orc shaman, I hope you remember next time you remember to besiege the opponent's most important target when you want to hold back the enemy."
A steppe elf dressed in a grass-green field uniform appeared in front of the human warriors who had just finished the battle, and the short steppe elf with a huge sniper rifle on his back preached to the human men who were nearly a meter taller than her with the attitude of a teacher.
"We'll remember next time, Teacher" The humans were quite respectful to the short female steppe elf, and after hearing about the steppe elf's punishment for themselves, these human warriors did not show the slightest resistance.
"Your grades are already very good, as far as I know, most of the other squads failed the ambush exam, and now your total score is enough for you to enter the Death Band, but I still recommend that you complete the remaining two missions and get a higher score in exchange for a better position."
The steppe elves were quite pleased with the attitude of the humans, and she encouraged the cold warriors after checking the results of several other teams.
"We will, this is our chance to clear our sins."
The human warrior led by him nodded respectfully at the steppe elf and said.
And the steppe elves on the opposite side also felt that it was not appropriate to stay here for a long time after looking at the sun that had risen in the sky.
"Alright, let's start devouring the soul, or the soul will be attracted away by the soul river later."
The steppe elf threw down these words and walked off again, and within a few steps her figure disappeared into the sea of green.
Following the order of the steppe elves, these icy human warriors began to pray to the Grim Reaper, and then unleashed the Spirit Devouring Technique against those dazed orc souls.
When the souls of the dead orcs were devoured by these human warriors, the corpses of the orcs were gathered together and burned.
All traces of the battle were carefully erased.
And the team also disappeared into the grassland.
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On September 7th, the Death Regiment, the Seventh Reserve Squad returned to the Death Regiment's camp in Xincheng, and because this squad completed the upgrade task with excellent results, they were honored by Zhao Yannian to personally preside over the joining ceremony for them.
The all-black Gen 2 Power Armor is topped with silver skull ornaments, and these death-blessed armor and weapons have the power to protect their own souls in battle and damage the souls of their enemies.
The Spirit Devouring Technique, which was supposed to require prayers after the battle, was now fixed on the bodies of these warriors who had become under the command of the Grim Reaper.
As long as their enemies have souls, then these warriors will never get tired and hurt in battle.
These warriors in the name of the god of death are burdened with great sins, they should enter the underworld after death to accept the punishment of the god of death, at this moment will fight to redeem their sins, the soul devouring magic can allow the god of death warriors to devour other guilty souls, but these souls are just the god of death temporarily lent their power to the god of death warriors, when these warriors die, they will take the souls they have killed and captured into the underworld judgment together, And the number of killings they killed at that moment determines the number of crimes for which they are pardoned.
"You are all sinners!
They are all poor creatures who should have been hanged in public, but you will continue to suffer for your sins after you die, do you have the luxury of expecting the fear of the moment of death to offset your bad karma!?
But now that the Grim Reaper has given you a chance to wash away your sins while you are alive, the more enemies you slay in battle, the lighter the punishment you will receive in the future, now take up your weapons and join the ranks of the Atonementers!
Sinners, I think this is the first time in your life that you have been lucky. ” With Zhao Yannian's cold declaration, the Reaper warriors took the weapons blessed by the Reaper from their legion leader Kane, these black weapons all had skull patterns on them, but these skeletons were not ordinary decorations.
The skull pattern, identified as the Emblem of Death, allows the Reaper to see the location of any emblem, and whenever these Reaper warriors kill, they are actually pleasing the god who holds the power of death.
From the moment they take over their weapons, they can no longer be considered human beings, and when they are selected to be made as killing machines, when they lay down their weapons again, it is the moment they die.
This is the fate of the Reaper warriors.