When the swarming Imperials broke through the real first line of defense of the Death Angel, what greeted them was not the cheers of the Imperials, but electromagnetic artillery shells like a doomsday thunderstorm.
The electromagnetic railgun from the walls of the Angel of Death finally completed its charging process.
In an instant, wherever the thunderstorm went, it was a hell on earth.
There was no wailing, no explosion, only the most complete silence and destruction.
The empire destroyed the line of defense of the Death Angel, but the price they paid was horribly high.
No one could survive in the areas affected by the electromagnetic artillery shells.
These low-level imperial reformers were far from capable of resisting such The power of destruction.
But this still couldn't stop the Imperial people's attack.
More troops began to attack.
They braved the bombardment of heavy artillery and thunderstorms and rushed towards the Death Angel's defense line without fear of death.
What's even more frightening is that the advanced cyborgs from the empire finally participated in the war.
How terrifying would a real advanced reformer be?
A fortress cannon shell hit a high-level imperial cyborg at supersonic speed, and his burly body was completely swallowed up by the blazing flames of the explosion in an instant.
But when the fire dissipated, a thick shield wall made entirely of dense beetles extended from his arms.
The shield wall formed an arc and wrapped around him like an eggshell.
The resulting impact, after being buffered by the hollow insect beetle, only moved the advanced engineer's position back by less than ten meters.
The embers generated by the explosion of the shell, except for partially scorching the insect beetle, did not do any harm to him. have any impact.
And this is just the way the insect-type cyborgs with weak mobility choose to fight against the artillery.
Those advanced modified humans with stronger mobility can completely avoid this level of artillery fire.
Their almost inhuman reflex nerves are enough to allow them to avoid artillery shells with obvious targets.
Under the offensive led by dozens of terrifyingly powerful advanced reformers, the Death Angel's defenses were broken again and again, and some were even defeated.
The fighting power they formed cannot be described by common sense, because this is not a battle of the same magnitude.
The death angels' belief in protecting their homeland is extremely persistent, but when the belief encounters an opponent that can never be defeated, its existence becomes meaningless.
These high-level reformers from the empire took away the opponents who blocked their progress in an almost massacre-like manner.
No one can stop their attack.
In some ways, they are even close to the category of "gods".
They are two completely different groups from ordinary people.
But they are only close to God.
God can die, and they are no exception.
When the fully charged railgun poured out thunderstorms again, the Angel of Death was finally able to make these arrogant guys bear its wrath.
A railgun shell flying at sub-light speed has completed all the time required from flight to explosion the moment it comes out of the barrel.
The arc formed by the high-voltage electric spark explosion leaves no enemy anywhere to hide.
Even advanced cyborgs are no exception.
The first batch of high-level imperial terraformers fell, but they had successfully completed their mission before they died, advancing the defense line for a full kilometer.
And their unfinished business will be continued by more advanced reformers.
Explosions, gunfire, howls, the vibration of lightsaber swings; fire, lightning, and blood from lightsaber strikes, all of this is happening every moment.
Life is humble and small in war.
The defeat of the Death Angel seemed completely unstoppable.
The gap in the level and number of warriors between the two sides could not be made up by relying on rail guns and fortress guns.
This is something that every Death Angel on the battlefield understands, but despite this, they still choose to fight.
Qiangwei tightened her grip on the sniper rifle in her hand, and the outer city walls of the Angel of Death were clearly visible behind her.
She had made the worst-case scenario that the organization would eventually fail, but she never expected that the defeat on the frontal battlefield would be so fast.
The enemy in the sniper scope was getting closer, so she pulled the trigger, but the shot had no effect.
The imperial cyborg she targeted easily avoided her shooting.
Through the sniper scope, Qiangwei could even clearly see the sarcasm on her opponent's face, as well as the clear throat-cutting action.
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So she put down the sniper rifle in her hand and drew out the lightsaber from her waist.
Since this war was destined to end in defeat, she was willing to die generously.
The distance of a thousand meters is fleeting, and Qiangwei will eventually face her own destiny.
The opponent's sarcastic expression was right in front of her, and all she could do was wave the lightsaber in her hand with all her strength.
Bang.
That was the sound of the lightsaber blade breaking.
The difference in weapons between the two was just like the difference in strength.
Qiangwei was cut off by her opponent in just one round. puff.
That was the sound of the sword entering the body.
Qiangwei's eyes widened, looking at the figure slowly falling in front of her.
"Yam" Chug chug chug.
Art pulled the trigger crazily, emptying an entire magazine of bullets, while the opponent in front of Qiangwei could only temporarily dodge the sharp fire in the face of rapid fire at close range.
"Yam" Rose shook the figure that fell on the ground.
"Cough" Yam coughed out a mouthful of blood.
His chest had been completely penetrated by the lightsaber.
"Rose," Yam gasped.
"Don't talk."
Qiangwei struggled to drag Yam's body, trying to move him to a safe place.
"Rose."
Yam tried his best to raise his tone, "This is meaningless, no one can save me."
"Why are you doing this?"
Qiangwei still refused to give up and continued to drag his body.
Yam smiled casually, "Actually, I should have died a long time ago.
If it hadn't been for what happened in the bar, I wouldn't have been imprisoned, and I wouldn't have escaped the fate of being drafted into the battlefield."
Yam said.
Mu gasped deeply, and blood continued to flow from the corner of his mouth, "The captain is dead, and I am the only one left in the entire Langyan team, and not many of your eighth company are still alive in the end."
Yam swallowed a mouthful of blood, "To be honest, I am jealous of him, really jealous of him.
He led you to survive, but the captain and the others died.
I don't hate him, because that is the path the captain chose. " "Stop talking," Qiangwei shouted loudly, "What's the point?"
"Meaning."
Yam smiled softly, but accidentally touched the wound and spit out a mouthful of blood again.
"This has no meaning in the first place, just like I like you."
Yam's expression was a relieved smile.
"That's enough."
Qiangwei pressed the wound on Yam's chest tightly.
"Yeah, that's enough."
Yam looked at the sky as hard as he could.
"If I were given a choice again, maybe I would choose to be friends with him, because in that case, at least we can still be friends."
"Van, Fan" Yam murmured softly, his pupils finally completely losing focus.
Qiangwei stopped numbly.
She stared at Yam's body quietly, expressionless.
But when she slowly raised her head, the anger in her eyes was fierce and terrifying.
She pulled out the hilt of the lightsaber from Yam's waist, and then rushed out with a yell.
"Rose" Art yelled, trying to stop Rose.
However, he had no choice but to dodge under the pressure of the flying bullets.
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Qiangwei rushed out regardless, and her opponent also discovered her.
Looking at Qiangwei who looked like a madman, the reformer from the empire laughed ferociously and rushed forward with a sprint.
The two lightsabers struck each other again, but Qiangwei was kicked to the ground by her opponent.
Qiangwei clutched her stomach and fell to the ground, reluctantly raising the lightsaber.
She looked at the approaching blade with a miserable look.
What she was thinking about was not herself, but a lonely and indifferent back.
The senior cyborg warrior from the empire looked at his opponent who fell to the ground.
He grinned and swung his lightsaber.
But when his blade was about to cut off Rose's sword body and cut off her body as well, A flying bullet followed the gap between the crowd, passed through the crowd perfectly, and shot into his body. bite The sword blade and bullet collided together.
This fifth-level cybernetic warrior from the empire finally blocked the sniper attack, and this was due to his terrifying perception ability.
But this shot that came from nowhere shocked him with cold sweat all over his back, because the timing of this shot had reached a terrifying level.
If it weren't for his keen sense, someone else might have been shot through the body by this gun.
The reformer from the empire gently shook his nearly sprained wrist and ankle, looking around in confusion.
But he found nothing.
So he narrowed his eyes, raised his weapon again, and threw himself at Qiangwei.
But before he could swing the lightsaber, he had to stop his momentum again.
A figure rushed over like a strong wind, and with three shots in a row, he was slightly forced back.
The bright green sword blade slashed out heavily with the momentum, and the harsh sound of blade clashing sounded.
The two figures separated as soon as they touched.
Qiangwei stood up tremblingly and looked at the tall figure standing in front of her.
She had never felt such a sense of security for a moment.
"Your opponent is me
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