The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"fry!"

As soon as the plasma grenade was attached to the demon engine, Li Lin raised his fist and roared.

In the next second, accompanied by the dazzling bright light, the expanding plasma resembled a living creature tearing demonic metal, and continued to deepen, rotate and agitate, pulling out as much hot liquid as possible from the body of the demon engine.

The demon engine roared, and the ten tons weighing slumped down, and the foul-smelling hot magma burst out.

Li Lin rushed up, the blade moved, cut open the hard armor shell, and then quickly got out of the battle, changed his posture, and fell to one side with all his strength, avoiding the dying blow of the demon engine.

Then, it didn't move anymore, the metal on its body quickly decayed and petrified, and the hot liquid quickly cooled and turned into dust.

In just a few minutes, the demon engine that had just been unthinkable turned into a pile of gravel.

"What's the situation?"

Colonel Acate, who rushed to the front, was stunned. He expected many ways to destroy the demon engine, but he didn't expect it to be this in the end.

It was destroyed by the Star Warrior.

And not only the demon engine, a large number of cultists and Black Legion soldiers also disappeared without a trace under the bombardment of the 11th company of bullets.

He knows the signs of these interstellar warriors. It is the astral knight who commanded this battle. Although their paintings and memories are slightly different, the interstellar warriors have their own organization, and Colonel Akat does not. Feel strange.

Suddenly, a Rand speed attack boat slowed down slightly and stopped beside Colonel Acate.

Then, an arm stretched out from the co-pilot's seat.

"Hello, I am Talos, the company commander of the Astral Knights. Are you the commander of this Cardian force?"

Colonel Acate looked at each other, because he couldn't see his face through the helmet, but the other's tone was very relaxed.

It's so easy as if you're not on the battlefield.

"Yes, yes, my lord, I am Colonel Akat from the Kadian 99th Regiment."

"Hello, Colonel, I am here to support you on the order of the Soshyan Commander and change the mission of this battle."

"Change task?"

Colonel Akat frowned, but no one had told him this was beforehand.

"Yes, temporary change, but before saying this, order your people to do the rest."

Talos pointed to the fierce battlefield, and expressed his meaning very bluntly.

Let's talk about everything after the war.

"Understand, everyone, immediately attack, don't let a heresy run away!"

Soon, hordes of Cadians and Kriegs flooded the blocking positions arranged by the Black Legion. Although there were still a certain number of heretics stubbornly resisting in the negative corner, anyone with a discerning eye could see that the overall situation was settled.

"This is the Krieger? It's really the same as the record, wearing a gas mask at all times."

The Eleventh Company began to assemble under Talos' order. Li Lin stood in front of a trench, looking at a certain corpse on the ground.

A Krieger soldier was shot twice in the chest and his left leg was broken, lying on the ground like a broken doll.

Under curiosity, Li Lin bent down and stretched out his hand to take off the other party's gas mask, when a voice suddenly sounded.

"Li Lin, don't."

But Li Lin had already removed the gas mask, revealing a pale, youthful face full of sweat, his open eyes dim, and his dying panic.

The star warrior immediately snorted, threw the mask aside, and straightened his waist.

To be honest, he was a little disappointed, because the famous Kriegs were nothing more than this——

ordinary.

At this moment Bachram came over, picked up the mask, and put it back on the soldier's face.

"We should give these brave fighters some respect."

"If it weren't for us, they would have been torn apart by the demon engine. Respect is for the strong. All we can give them is mercy."

"Your ideas are too extreme. They are by no means weak. If it weren't for them, we wouldn't be able to deal with so many heretics."

"Huh, isn't this where their value lies."

At this time Sablin also came over.

"What are you arguing about? The battle is not over yet."

After the two found Talos, the first words the Prophet said surprised them.

"We're not going to Fortress No. 7."

"Then where are we going?"

Bachram asked subconsciously, the Prophet glanced at him, and then said lazily.

"Go to cut the back of some stupid pig."

"I just hope Li Lin can respect the dead, especially the warriors who died in battle."

Li Lin shook his head helplessly.

"Bahram, you really should be a pastor, forget it, oh...I'm going to cut some heretical faces."

Bachram looked at Li Lin's back and sighed helplessly, then Sablin patted him on the shoulder.

"Li Lin is just a little duplicity, he actually respects you very much."

"I'm worried about his state..."

"Don't talk about it, the company commander has a new mission to convey."

Just when the Black Legion's blocking force was completely defeated, a brutal soul was thinking about a town twenty kilometers away from Fort No. 7.

This town was originally a settlement of a group of farmers and herders, but now it is surrounded by filth, or filth is devouring the town.

The elegant architectural pattern stretches on the dusty green hills under the blowing of the wind. This town built with gray-brown barriers is like gushing out of the ground. It is difficult for the naked eye to find any tool marks or plastics on the surface. Signs of shape.

The natural vegetation grows between the delicate streets and the mandala of the trails. Even the filthy atrocities rooted deep in the town center have not eclipsed its architectural art, at least it is still too early.

Although bomb craters were exploded on the buildings, the streets were full of smoke, and corpses were scattered on the ground, even if there was an invisible change that was wilting the vegetation~www.readwn.com~ the singing of insects was silenced—the place still retains it. Fragmented beauty, for the time being like this.

When Uquisos stood on the protruding parapet of the barrier, dark clouds made the sky dark and cool.

Lord Chaos' eyes narrowed behind the visor, as if he was trying to see through the curve of the planet itself.

"Those guys are as timid as a mouse, and we can kill all the pseudo-emperor running dogs on this planet with the strength at hand. Seeking stability and stability, just sit and wait for death."

Vajdi Pez, the adjutant who followed him during the Equesos expedition, knew it was best not to answer.

He stood behind the Lord of Chaos and said nothing.

"Even the puppies of the pseudo-emperor will not look like this, not even the dirty orcs, but those timid things are simply an insult and be bothered by them—ah! Torture to my self-esteem."

Urquisos held the handle of the battle axe in his hand, and the demon-shaped head at the end of the handle hissed, cursed, and yelled to pour out its unhappiness.