The cheers from the Death Angel soldiers spread farther and farther, and the powerful and terrifying humanoid monster was finally killed, and this was like a shot of excitement.
But the Imperials, who lost the first battle, finally stopped covering up.
The mutant warriors who were originally hidden among the ordinary transformers began to alienate almost at the same time.
They roared and spread their hands, and their muscles and joints made snapping sounds.
The originally tight-fitting The clothes were quickly torn apart, and the sharp bone weapons of the knotted muscles brought a strong visual shock.
In an instant, a large army of mutants was formed Those mutants who had already completed their alienation were the first to pounce on the stunned Angel of Death, and their sharp bone spurs and blades instantly caused a bloody storm.
The empire's true peak combat power finally officially launched an attack at this time.
At this time, all the generals on the towers with numerous Death Angels were frowning.
"It's all Yang Jie's good deeds."
A general snorted heavily.
"What's the point of talking about this now?
It's better to think carefully about countermeasures."
"Any enemies you want to think about have already arrived at your doorstep.
What kind of intrigues are you still engaging in?"
"A group of cowardly organizations are in danger.
You are still thinking about yourselves.
You need to be clear about one thing.
Without the organization, we are nothing.
Since you are unwilling to join, then our Ivan family would rather fight to the death."
The roar in the headset contained raging anger, and he silenced all the generals.
"Sir, what should we do?"
Behind the old general, the half-kneeling senior reformer asked in a low voice.
"Alas."
The admiral shook his head tiredly, then tore off his headset and stepped on it to pieces.
"Are you afraid?"
he asked softly.
"Not afraid."
Hundreds of high-level reformers responded loudly and firmly in unison.
"Then go and fight until you defeat the last enemy and until you shed the last drop of blood."
The old general waved his hand.
At this moment, his tired expression disappeared, replaced by determination and belief.
Hundreds of modified people climbed down the tower almost at the same time.
Some people climbed down flexibly, while others directly chose to jump over.
The falling force brought by the dozens of meters high tower cannot harm the inhuman physiques of these advanced transformed humans at all.
When hundreds of advanced reformers charged down at the same time, their indomitable momentum deeply boosted the low morale.
The soldiers who had originally given up fighting gripped their weapons again and contributed every bit of their value.
When someone took the lead in the charge, the hesitant generals finally stopped hesitating, and more and more advanced cyborgs swooped down from the tower.
When these forces finally merged into one, the Imperials finally had a chance.
Discover the true power of the Angel of Death.
When the two torrents of war finally collide, no one cares about who will come to the end.
The only thing they care about is how many opponents they can take away before they die.
Every corner of the outer city of Death Angel is filled with the smoke of war, and no one can escape its influence.
Brahma is no exception.
"Damn, they are too strong.
Bullets hitting them can only cause minor injuries, and we can't do anything at all."
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Mark retracted into the house and cursed.
"Keep your voice down, be careful not to be discovered by the enemy," Qiangwei scolded in a low voice.
"Is that bastard Art awake yet?"
Mark touched his bald head.
Qiangwei glanced at Art, who was still unconscious, and shook her head.
"Hey, Fan's attack was really cruel."
Mark grinned, "I don't know what he's going to do again."
"We have no ability to participate in his affairs."
Qiangwei whispered.
"I'm talking about Qiangwei, do you think it was Fan who shot that monster just now?"
Qiangwei was silent for a moment and then shook her head, "I don't know."
"Hey, if it's not those high-level modified people, I guess it must be him who wants to say that he has the best sniper rifle among us.
I really can't find anyone else besides him."
But just as he finished speaking, a muscular figure suddenly approached the room from the side window.
"Who?"
Qiangwei immediately clenched her weapon.
"It's me."
The figure slowly emerged from the shadows.
"Fan" Qiangwei stood up with surprise on her face.
Van just nodded slightly in response, and then turned his gaze to Art, who was still unconscious.
He frowned, then walked into the bathroom, turned on the faucet and filled a basin with water, then walked out and poured it on Art's face.
Art, who was in a coma, reacted immediately.
He suddenly sat up, panting rapidly, and then wiped the water stains on his face.
"Where is this?"
Art stared around the room.
"It doesn't matter where you are, what matters is where you are."
Fan looked at Art expressionlessly.
"Boss" Art lowered his head gently, "I'm sorry."
Fan shook his head, "You haven't sorry to anyone, the only one you've ever wronged is yourself."
"boss" "It is my responsibility as the captain to rescue you.
But if you still want to rush out alone, I will not restrict your freedom, because this is your right.
You can leave at any time."
"But if you have calmed down and are willing to accept my order, then you can follow me obediently, and I will lead you to kill enough enemies, but only if we stay alive."
Art lowered his eyes, and then asked in a very calm tone, "Boss, do you already know that the organization will let us retreat sooner or later?"
"No, I don't know, I just don't want you to die worthless, and the truth of some things, you can only have a chance to see it if you are alive."
Art nodded slightly, "You are always right, boss."
"Then pick up your weapons."
Fan turned around.
"Boss, do you think we can survive until the end of this war?"
Mark asked.
"When you were trapped in the A-25, did you ever think you could leave alive?"
Fan asked.
Mark smiled sheepishly and touched his bald head, "To be honest, because you are here, I think I can leave alive."
Fan glanced at Mark lightly and said, "I'm here now."
After saying that, he strode out of the window.
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"Ha."
Looking at the other two people who had been staring at him, Mark smiled awkwardly, "What he said makes sense, doesn't it?"
"This is how you used to be the captain."
Art curled his lips disdainfully, "How dare you ask such a question.
And when did the boss become your boss?"
After saying that, Art stood up and followed Fan out of the window.
Qiangwei also stared at Mark, shook her head, and then left here.
"Did I say something wrong?"
Mark said to himself as he touched his bald head.
"Damn, they're all crazy, not a single one is normal. overgt: