The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"Victor, come and face me in person!"

Soshyan roared, swinging his sword, ripping open a Mandela's ambiguous neck.

Now that their speed is almost the unit of meters, the number and types of enemies are increasing, and even Soshyan feels powerless.

Suddenly, he heard Occam's cry, and turned his head to see Alpha's raid commander staggering back, a writhing Mandela clinging to him, and a supernatural long stabbing his chest.

"roll!"

Soshyan swept out his sword and slashed into the hazy mass of the square, causing it to spasm in obvious pain, then punched it off Occam, stomping it to ashes.

"It's okay."

When Soshyan lifted Occam up, he could feel that the raid commander was shaking all over, but it was not fear, but the cold in his soul.

"I...I think so."

Occam gasped heavily, clutched his chest tightly, and opened his eyes hidden behind his helmet.

"I'm afraid I'll be planted this time..."

Not far away, the Emperor's Son let out a choked scream, and two Mandela pierced through his armor, stopping his heartbeat with icy claws.

In the end, the swordsman's body collapsed in crackling blue lightning spots, and his soul fell apart.

Now there are only eight people left in the team of twenty.

Occam feels that his vision has begun to blur, and the biting chill is invading his bone marrow. In fact, this is not the first time he has been destroyed. Occam's warrior career has not been very smooth, and it is not good to change it. The argument - he is probably a teammate nemesis.

Not long ago, in the battle with that powerful existence, almost all of his war gangs were killed, and he was the only one alive, but this did not mean that Occam could accept this result.

"Hahaha....."

Breathing lightly with his mouth open, Occam suddenly lost consciousness for some reason, but after blinking, he found himself back at that place again—

Under that huge and unknown black pyramid.

"Here is Occam, the Raid Commander of the Unnamed... We have been deceived, brothers, this alien presence has fooled us all! It uses us to insult the Legion's glorious name, but the Alpha Legion can adapt , change! The hydras come out of their nests, attack each other! Pour our combined fury on this pagan god, and defeat it with all the weapons in our hands! For Alpharis! For the Emperor! For the Legion!"

In a trance, Occam stumbled back to the stone steps of the giant black pyramid, and passed the Alpha Legion officer and several soldiers who were taking the cover of the fallen obelisk. The indicator on the helmet locked the swirling storm, the officer. He and his men poured out all the firepower of their bolt guns at the Celebrity God, and the Legionnaires in the surrounding towers fired stalker bolts at the vortex, then jumped out of it before the wind ripped apart the building.

Bright flashes of light exploded around the Celebrities, and the heavily armed Legionnaires fired missiles at the swirling light, but they were all engulfed by the deceiver.

One after another, the Heavy Weapons Legionnaire fired missiles at the eternal being, more flames spewed from the cyclone of destruction around the Celebrity, and Occam threw another melt bomb into the storm, but it evaporated. All gleams are easily absorbed by its light and fury.

Surrounding the deceiver, the warriors of the Alpha Legion fired their weapons at the Celebrities from the ancient cairns and technological tombs, venting their hatred for the alien gods and their thirst for vengeance, Occam saw the flashing muzzle, one after another. Shoot a blaster at the raging creature.

But it was of no use, and the white pillar of fire of the Celebrity began to turn like a loose rope, ploughing the ancient buildings of Royal Belphegor with destruction, passing unhindered through temples, tombs and monuments.

Above, the vortex of energy crackled on the surface of the melted core, unleashing a portion of the wrath of the spherical core itself, a column of fire cut between the starships stationed by the Alpha Legion fleet, several frigates split in two, a light cruiser Was pulled into the core of the blazing sky.

Occam's once-powerful arm, the former Night Lord Malik, pulled his plasma gun at the abomination, and the Deceiver roared his eternal hatred at the Eighth Legion warrior, instantly turning Malik into a A plume of black smoke smeared on the steps.

"Die, you creature from another world!"

Phil, the acolyte of the Word Bearer, shouted, his giant sword raised above his head with both hands, and the star **** stretched out a flawless long white claw and placed it on Phil's rune-engraved breastplate. Nothing was left, his armor turned into countless fragments, and the grotesque demon body instantly vanished under the dazzling flash of light.

"Go to hell!"

To avenge his brother, Captain Fubol, also from the Word Bearer, slashed a terrifying claws on the monster's face. The Star God took a few steps back and stared at Fubol's eyes with radiance.

The former company commander melted, and the air mass of liquefied pottery steel and blood flowed to the ground.

Korda, Occam's most trusted brother and think tank, used the power of the warp to bash the Celebrity, but the entity didn't even use its reality-distorting power on the wizard, and a sharp claw pierced the Legionnaire's chest. A, ripped two hearts from his chest.

The dead wizard's body loses its vitality, falls from the steps of the pyramid, and his godless eyes turn to Occam.

"Occam? Occam? What's wrong with you?"

Suddenly, Occam felt someone nudge him, he woke up suddenly, and found that Soshyan was grabbing his shoulder.

It seemed that he had just fallen into memory.

However, UU reading www.uukanshu. The scorching heat of com's flame, and the coldness that penetrates deep into the soul, are so real.

"No...it's okay."

Occam answered hoarsely, his voice more metallic, but the chaos of the battlefield made neither of them notice it.

"That's good, we have to keep fighting."

Soshyang patted the other party's back, but Occam moved away subconsciously, as if he didn't want Soshyang to touch anything.

"Soshyan!"

Suddenly, a slightly familiar voice sounded. It turned out that Evelyn arrived with the team of the Vicious Tongue Conspiracy, and was accompanied by Bishop Nightmare Thousand Faces.

Those troops were mainly predator motorcycles and natural disasters, and they launched attacks as soon as they came up, slamming the flanks of the Black Heart Cabal.

Victor just smiled coldly, then turned his head to wink at a few courtiers near the throne. Among them were silent swordsmen, cloaked haemophiles, and even the rare eight-armed snake man.

These are the masters of Victor's confidants. They have been provoked and kept waiting just to wait for possible variables. They are basically monsters that have lived for thousands of years, or even tens of thousands of years. Any one of them in Comoros is enough to play a role on its own.

With a whistle, several masters under Victor rushed into the battlefield like black lightning, and immediately approached Evelyn.

But the daughter of the shadow was not afraid, and led the team of the poison tongue conspiracy to fight with the enemy, and said loudly to Soshyan:

"Leave this to me! Go save people!"