The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Rozim backed away and burned the beast that was rushing towards it with fire. His hot melt pistol had begun to sound an alarm, and it was clear that there was not much energy left.

But the enemies seemed to be endless, one after another fiercely rushed over.

Rozim let out a loud roar, swung the pistol round and threw the first one who jumped to the side, and then hit the second one in the face, smashing its brains apart.

The fierce battle caused the team to move slowly. The Tau people used poison crystal guns to shoot the enemy that appeared above as much as possible. Karen was always at the back of the team, suppressing the opponent with a blast of plasma.

Rozim, Loken, Yin Siwen and Chuan Kuiluo tried their best to deal with the guys who came out of the rooms on both sides. Chuan Kuiluo's weapon was also very special, it was a rusty flail, but every time he hit the enemy, The opponent's body will decay rapidly, and it is also relying on it that the team is not scattered by the enemies on both sides.

After all, Yin Siwen's small pistol can't even be counted as firepower, it can only be heard.

On the other hand, Ratashin faced the enemies in front of him alone, killing them all with one slash.

After struggling for about half an hour, the team rushed out of the back door of the bar, and Rozim saw a delivery car at a glance.

"Quick! Get on this thing!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a familiar smirk, and then raised his head.

I saw a few grotesque and thin figures standing on the roof. Their bodies were covered with surgical frames like torture instruments, and their shriveled torso had more than four arms. One of them, Rozim, remembered.

"This old man who likes to eat **** is not dead!?"

"As I said, it's hard for Haemophilus to die."

Ratasin glanced at the Haemonics on the roof, suddenly took out something, and threw it into the sky.

With a bang, the surrounding area of ​​a few hundred meters was shrouded in black mist, and the haemophile on the roof suddenly made a surprised sound.

"Huh? It's interesting, this kind of shielding method can actually interfere with our senses."

The vice-chairman of the Haemophile Association, who was tortured by Rozim before, narrowed his eyes, but now he can't perceive the existence of those beings. He must know that all his senses have been strengthened countless times, and their sensitivity is comparable to that of a machine. detector.

This also made him more interested in Ratashin's identity.

But just like that, it's still too naive for these poor **** to run away. The Haemophile Society has more than just monsters created by them.

Rozim ran towards the vehicle, when suddenly bullets flew over his head, and all kinds of ammunition exploded around him, for which he had to shuttle back and forth between piles of rubble.

A group of cabal warriors rushed into the black mist, apparently taking a bounty from the Haemophile Society.

"Dry!"

Rozim growled and turned towards them, running and aiming his gun at each other.

Then, the last bit of energy he shot out, the hot melt wiped the helmet of the cabal warrior closest to him and flew over, and the high temperature instantly set the unlucky **** on fire.

Just as the Dark Eldar slapped its body frantically, the poison crystal bullet cut a molten bullet hole in its chest, knocked it backwards, and came from under the burning helmet. A horrific hissing sound.

With a disgusted roar of filial piety, Qi Ming inserted the barrel of the gun into its body, and then smashed it onto its comrade-in-arms.

With hatred for these dark races, the fire warrior squad kept firing, smashing the entangled cabal warriors into holes with bullets.

For these warriors who advocate the best way, the trip to Comoros is a nightmare, and it also teaches them what true hatred is...

Karen had already rushed into the cockpit and began to fiddle with the car's control system.

The hover car looks low-level, but it's simple and crude, but it's strong and durable, and Kron quickly broke its handling system.

"Walk!"

Everyone immediately opened the door and jumped in, then slammed it shut.

Then the engine started, and the cargo hold swooped out of the black fog.

"Elder, do you want to chase?"

A haemophile turned to ask their vice-chairman for instructions, but the other party shook his head.

"No, our target is not these apes, but the force hiding behind them..."

"The power behind it?"

The haemophile obviously didn't understand.

"A few apes, a few Tau, a greenskin, and a Hrud, do you think this combination would be a coincidence? With your rusty brain?"

Having said that, the senior of the Black Descendants Association kept thinking about what happened recently.

In fact, it wasn't because of their incompetence that they found the enemy so late, but because a strange thing happened recently in the Haemophile Association. Several association presidents and vice presidents were assassinated on different occasions.

It is still unclear who the assassins were, but their methods of death are strikingly the same - they were all killed with one stab, and the incisions were as smooth as molecular surgery.

What's more terrifying is that most of the slain haemophile executives could not be resurrected, but a few resurrected people said that they didn't even know who killed them, because the speed of the other party was already unbelievable.

However, the Haemophiles agreed that among the natives of Comoros, no one could have the power to kill a Haemon master without fighting back. removed.

There are also haemophiles who speculate that it is witchcraft, but after the most careful inspection, they did not find any traces of witchcraft and psionic energy at the scene~www.readwn.com~ This is very strange, a terrible but unknown killer , forcing most of the haemophiles to dare not act rashly, and even to go out the door, which indirectly led to the fact that the haemophile association hardly made a sound in the recent major events in Comoros.

Although most of the haemorrhoids are also dead houses, staying in the den voluntarily and being forced to stay in the den are not the same thing. This is slapping them in the face. No one has dared to do it in the countless years since the establishment of Comoros. This kind of thing.

For this reason, almost all Haemophile associations have taken action, swearing to find out this ignorant killer, but so far they have basically found nothing.

"The guy with sunglasses, he's not an ape, but I can't guess what he is. Maybe recent events can find clues from them."

After a while of dripping, the Haemon Master waved to the surrounding followers and said:

"I'm going to see an adult, you continue to monitor those guys, and report the situation at any time, especially the one wearing sunglasses! I'm keeping an eye on every move, where he went and who he met, you must carefully figure out , any omissions...hehehe, then go to the pit of my flesh and blood for a few days."

Hearing the other party talk about the deep pit of flesh and blood, the haemophiles trembled and lowered their heads.

"Yes!"

Before leaving, the Haemophile master extracted the corresponding data from those monsters, especially the monsters who fought with Ratassin, and then took a gunboat to the Dark City, and entered a completely dark night fog. masked area.

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