The Emperor’s Angel of Death

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"Catch her!"

The Comorian overlord gave an order angrily, but before his subordinates could move, another voice sounded.

"By the order of the Eternal Queen, in the name of the goddess Yinsha, the warriors of Lugnat! Follow me to kill the rebel Victor!

"

I saw the large team of the Ark World, led by the prophet Patricia, broke in from the side of the arena, and held high the green imperial flag of the Eternal Royal Court, pointing directly at Victor, the overlord of Comoros.

Not only them, but also many conspiracy groups suddenly attacked from all directions holding the battle flag of the Eternal Queen high, and these warriors in black armor all had a green ribbon tied around their arms. Obviously, Marathi already knew what was going to happen. The troops were deployed around the arena.

Victor was at a high place, looked at the swarming army, narrowed his eyes slightly, and then turned his head.

At the other end of the arena high up, Malas was gently shaking the folding fan in her hand and looking at him with a smile. Even if they were separated by 10,000 meters, they seemed to know what they wanted to say to each other.

"Okay, a good show."

Victor sneered, actually sat back on the throne again, and glanced at the Yang Yan sword under the throne.

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Saying that, he snapped his fingers lightly.

"Protect the Overlord! Protect the Queen! Destroy the rebels!

"

The men and horses belonging to Victor's side also rushed from the side of the arena like a tide, and the two sides no longer needed any language communication at this time, and they began to exchange fire when they met.

Even the clowns of different troupes had to fight together because of their respective positions.

For a time, the ruins of the arena screamed and shot together.

At this moment, a piece of twisted energy tore through the night, shrouding the entire arena in a dark purple light, showing many strange silhouettes against the dark night.

With the audible sound of energy weapons firing, blue flames burst into the ruins, and the blades shimmered in the flash of lightning, and the battle constituted a strange and disconnected melody.

Suddenly, the sky was weeping, and the unearthly ocean poured on the ground, and the unholy energy roared through the air, and the numerous spores dumped by the plague fleet slammed into the Comoros with venom, although most of them were destroyed by the Comoros themselves. The anti-psionic facilities he possessed melted, but some still fell to the ground.

For the first time in hundreds of years, the Great Grandmaster Haemophile stepped out of his lair. He stood on the gunboat, looked at the battle fleet in the sky with his hands behind his back, and shook it.

"Oh, oh, it's really disturbing."

At the same time, the fog that enveloped this mysterious area gradually dissipated, revealing a honeycomb-shaped black rock mass.

Accompanied by a terrifying roar, a large number of distorted and twisted creatures began to drill out of the hollow of the hive, ranging from monsters to pain engines, and the number was dense and overwhelming.

"This place is average, but it can't be smashed by people."

Prophet Patricia stood at the forefront of the battle line, with her arms outstretched as if to embrace a furious rain, her head held high, her eyes slightly closed from intense concentration.

The black hair was swept by the wind behind her, forming a torrent, and a sudden flash of lightning reflected her deadly beauty, followed by energy pouring out of her body, turning into a blue holy ring, and condensing on her chest into a A brilliant blue fireball.

In a breath, Patricia opened her eyes, and the fireball ripped through the air like a burst of life and rushed forward.

For a moment, it seemed to disappear completely.

The next second, a huge explosion shook the surroundings, collapsing rocks and blood-soaked soil cascading down from the shattered auditorium.

A ring of blue flames then lit up the sky and spread outward, consuming Ugur along the way.

After she had dealt with a bunch of thorny enemies, she immediately noticed that there was a firepower shooting towards the left front of the team. The firepower was very fierce. It had swept away dozens of Ark Warriors and Furious Avengers, and there were several assaults. scorpion.

The Prophet could feel the enemies hidden in the ruins, but he couldn't see them.

Even her excellent eyesight couldn't penetrate the darkness filled with twisted energy, and the fire from the shot made the surface flicker and darker, making it easier for those guys to hide better.

"Bonu, there is a group of enemies with heavy weapons in the left area, deal with them."

Patricia's thoughts traveled along the psionic channel, eventually reaching the commander of the Nether Guard who was on standby behind.

"Received, Prophet."

A succinct answer came back quickly, and out of the darkness and fog came a line, tall and slender with an equally large and slender but featureless head, and the bright jewels inlaid on the armor seemed to be alive. Generally glowing, they took steady, silent strides—the ten Netherguards began to search rapidly for prey.

These war machines towering over the battlefield in phantom armor are lifeless warriors, artificially constructed giant machines that encase the soulstones of former samurai, giving their immortal souls a chance for revenge.

Soon, they determined the direction of the enemy, and the powerful weapons in their hands emitted a dazzling dazzling light, which directly vaporized the conspiracy warriors who controlled the poison crystal cannon.

In response, the dead jesters of the Harlequin Theater who stood on the side of the Black Heart Cabal fired a salvo, hitting the advancing Nether Guard, and a large piece of spiritual plastic armor shattered and flew into the darkness. The monstrous giant moved on as if not feeling the impact, and they fired back, a hail of bullets flying through the air.

At this time, the battle has heated up, and soon entered the stage of hand-to-hand combat.

The Assault Scorpion, dressed in layered dark green armor, attacked the Wu Ling, the chainsaw sword slicing in the humming sound, the star dart gun crackled, and the double blade screamed death.

The Howling Banshees fought with the serpent-men and Ugul, who let out a terrifying shriek that even the most terrifying beasts fled.

The cabal warriors with green ribbons on their arms fought with their former relatives, poison crystals shot through each other's armor, machetes slit each other's throats, daggers pierced each other's hearts, and finally collapsed in a pool of blood.

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A beam of purple light pierces the air~www.readwn.com~ Dire Avengers Bishop Mannick Rolle slid in time and slid into a blood-stained ditch as the poison crystal exploded above his head.

Without a moment's hesitation, he pulled the trigger of the dart gun and fired a shower of bullets at the advancing row of Cabal warriors, knocking down 4 or 5 people in one fell swoop.

As he rose to his feet, the rest of the Dire Avengers had moved closer to him, into combat positions to protect their commander.

The Dire Avengers are the first warriors of the Eldar tribe to be born, and they represent the most noble and ruthless of the Eldar gods, Kane the Bloodhand.

These warriors constitute the basic armed force of Arkworld, and they are also the most tactically flexible warriors. They can act as both elite long-range infantry and front-line charge in the army. Therefore, shrines exist widely in various Arkworlds and are currently The most numerous roads.