dong dong dong When thousands of people move forward at almost the same frequency, the indomitable momentum gathered together is enough to shock or scare anyone. dong dong dong The sound of uniform footsteps almost became the only sound on the battlefield.
Most people stared blankly at the sudden appearance of the troops, but while they were still immersed in the dullness, at this moment, their perspectives flew high.
It rises, then falls heavily to the ground, returning to darkness.
Headless corpses immediately covered the ground.
"Drink" An imperial mutant withstood a slashing attack.
His hard arm shield instantly shattered into dense cracks, but he was still unable to escape from the opponent's powerful power.
Countless gray The light instantly overwhelmed him.
This group of death angels who suddenly appeared were like the most sophisticated instruments.
They completed each round of killings meticulously and without any loopholes.
The power formed by their cooperation with each other made even the empire's reformers unable to do so. withstand Thousands of imperial warriors fell, including many high-level mutant warriors.
The mysterious troops that suddenly appeared on the battlefield were really like the human incarnation of the Angel of Death, mercilessly slaughtering anyone who dared to stand in their way.
They are powerful, they are indifferent, there is only the reflection of the fallen enemy in their unwavering gray pupils, and nothing else.
It was as if they had been injected with da-ei, and all their movements and tactics were almost perfect and efficient.
At this moment, they were the embodiment of death, and they were raining down the wrathful flames that would destroy the world.
And they are the Death Angel's last secret weapon, the Gray Ice Weapon.
"Gather, gather."
The imperial people's shrill roars resounded across the battlefield.
The sudden appearance of the mysterious troops gave them a fatal blow.
The troops who were scattered due to their obsession with chasing and killing scattered low-level modified people, in a short period of time, Nearly half of the loss "We need support," an imperial mutant shouted loudly.
The rapid changes in the situation disturbed his original calm mood.
But the next moment, countless gray beams shot into his body like meteors.
The hard bone armor under the cuticle can only be completely broken when faced with attacks from all directions at the same time.
The corpses of mutants fell down one after another.
Perhaps their individual strength is far superior to any gray-clothed ice weapon, but when groups of gray-clothed ice weapons work together perfectly, it is necessary to kill one The mutants who were left alone only happened in the blink of an eye.
The situation has undergone earth-shaking changes in a short period of time, and the Imperial people who underestimated the enemy can only swallow the bitter consequences of their own making.
"We can be saved.
If we are saved, I know that the organization will not abandon us."
A low-level Death Angel yelled crazily.
The gap between the despair from life to death and the hope from life to life is enough to make anyone People lose control of themselves.
"Boss, it seems we shouldn't die."
Art grinned and finally relaxed and leaned on the flower bed.
"Help, help me" a faint cry for help suddenly came from not far away.
"Boss, go and take a look.
I'll be fine.
The enemies have already begun to retreat."
Ate smiled and waved to let Fan leave in peace.
Fan nodded slightly, stood up and rushed out in a sprint.
The distance of more than ten meters was only a blink of an eye, and Fan stopped and squatted down.
"Where is the wound?"
Fan was about to take out the medicine and bandages.
"The wound is here"
The originally helpless warrior suddenly straightened up his upper body, and then stabbed the thing he had been holding tightly in his hand precisely on Fan's neck.
A strong sense of dizziness and weakness immediately eroded Fan's body.
In just a few seconds, he completely lost his strength and fell limply to the ground.
"Why who are you?"
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Fan asked with difficulty.
This simple sentence almost used up all his strength.
"My dear captain, I've only been away for more than a month and you don't remember me anymore."
The soldier released his left hand that had been covering his face.
Fan looked at the familiar face in front of him, and the sound he made was almost like gritting teeth.
"Mu" "Captain, don't look at me like that, I'm here to help you," Mu smiled softly, "It's very difficult to get this thing."
He opened his palms, and there were gray injection needles.
Lying quietly in his hand.
Looking at Fan who was still glaring at him, Mu helplessly shook his head, "You will understand, but now is not the time."
He then dragged Fan's body to a hidden corner, and then carefully camouflaged the surroundings.
Seeing Fan's cold eyes staring at him, Mu frowned, "I really want to save you, you know I It’s a big risk to do this, but it’s okay if you don’t understand it now.
When you know everything, you will be grateful for what I am doing now instead of glaring at it.”
"I'm leaving.
Please take care of yourself.
There's only so much I can do."
Listening to the sound of fighting getting closer and closer to his ears, Mu sighed and quickly left the scene.
Strong dizziness and exhaustion tortured every nerve of Fan.
He never took every word Mu said seriously.
At least from now on, Mu's behavior was pushing him to death.
So he crawled with all his strength.
Every time he moved a small distance forward, he had to endure both physical and mental torture.
His violent breathing made him feel suffocated.
He moved forward almost at turtle speed until he exhausted all his strength and fell to the ground completely.
"Boss, run away!"
Art's roar suddenly reached his ears.
It was anxiety from the bottom of his heart.
Fan raised his head tremblingly.
The extremely blurred and shaky perspective made it difficult for him to see, but he could still vaguely see two entangled figures.
The impact from the sound was numb.
From the sound alone, Fan could guess the intensity of the battle between the two, but he could only fall to the ground helplessly.
For the first time, he felt the powerlessness that was almost desperate.
Suddenly, a blurry gray shadow flashed away, and then there was the sound of two bodies falling heavily to the ground.
After the gray shadow completed his kill, he walked in front of Fan in a few steps, and more gray shadows appeared behind him.
The blazing temperature of the gray sword blade was only a thin line away from Brahma, but then the gray figure suddenly put away the weapon and left quickly with the other gray figures.
Only Art's fallen body appeared in Fan's blurred vision.
An unknown force supported him through the difficult climb.
"Art," Van said in an almost trembling voice.
But when he tried his best to put his hand on Art's carotid artery, he suddenly seemed to have completely lost all strength and lowered his hand without any struggle.
Despair, pain, and utter exhaustion, these thin words cannot describe Brahman's feelings.
The touch of coldness, accompanied by the dizziness that could no longer be sustained, almost destroyed his will.
Tears flowed gently down Fan's eyes, and no matter how hard he tried to suppress them, it was ineffective.
For the first time, Fan tasted tears.
"Why":