The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"Let me get out of this armor."

Markushen said, then his body lost control, spitting blood and saliva on the floor-it immediately began to dissolve the stone.

"Yes."

Twenty machine servants responded and began to act awkwardly.

"Hurry up."

Cyrion was guarded by the entrance arch, and when the slaves surrounded him, Makushen threw his double explosive gun to Cyrion.

Cyrion then checked the ammunition preparation on the retina display, and the situation was equally not optimistic.

"I will miss this armor."

Cyrion also began to take off the Terminator armor with the help of slaves.

"We are all alive because of this armor. The spear pierced the Terminator, just like a knife pierced through meat."

Marcus nodded in agreement, he struggled to stand up, every movement caused muscle cramps, and there was a pain that slipped across his spine.

"I'm afraid I can't last too long..."

Maku Shen panted and said, and wanted to spit out the liquid in his mouth again.

The servants started drilling, unscrewing, and prying.

Talos breathed a sigh of relief on the side.

"So are we, we didn't come down to win."

Cyrion laughed, but said nothing.

When the machine servant was removing Markushen's power fist, his leg softened and the poet of the Eighth Legion stumbled and needed to lean against the wall to stand.

More blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

"I will leave it when you leave."

Maku said in a low voice:

"I feel my spine is burning and it has spread to my legs. I can no longer keep up with your pace."

Cyrion glanced at him and nodded.

"He's right, it's time to disperse, Talos, if we hunt her in groups, the alien will tear us apart like a cold wind."

Maku Shen returned with a roar.

"Don't mention distracting! Leave me behind and let the Prophet return to the ground...Valle came for a reason, fool, Talos cannot die here."

"You all shut up."

Talos took a deep breath and took off his helmet.

"Serion, keep quiet and watch the tunnel."

Then he stepped forward, put Marku Shen's right arm on his shoulder, and then supported him to move without saying a word.

"Talos..."

"To shut up."

Makuchen's breathing was intermittent, and it seemed a little damp in the communication, but he stood very straight, holding a heavy heavy explosive gun in his hand-this is his most trusted weapon.

Hearing the movement behind him, Cyrion turned his head. He had already put on a flexible power armor, ready for chainsaws and explosive arrows, and the lightning marks on his visor looked like jagged tears.

After noticing Talos' behavior, he laughed.

"Let's end it all, I'm tired of being alive anyway."

Talos also laughed afterwards, he had never felt so funny before, and Marcus nodded and mumbled before speaking.

"We'll get you to the ground, prophet, we'll peel that alien **** after Valer's talk is over."

"A simple plan is often the best."

Cyrion agreed, and the remaining first fierce claws left the room, leaving behind their abandoned precious Terminator armor and slaves without brain lobes gradually disappearing in the darkness.

But Talos was still too optimistic.

Markushen became an obstacle after an hour, a problem after two hours, and they were almost motionless after three hours.

"Just abandon me."

Marcus held on to Talos' shoulders. Although he had exhausted all his strength, he could hardly move a few more steps. He knew he had slowed them down.

Talos knew this naturally, and Cyrion knew it too, but Marcus knew better than them.

He has realized that he has come to the end of his destiny, and has opened his arms to welcome it.

"Abandon me, abandon me..."

Maku said incessantly.

"Put down the heavy bomb."

Talos answered like this.

"This won't help."

But Makushen held the heavy bomb even tighter.

"Leave me alone, I will get rid of all the alien dregs that come to me, if she

Behind us, I will buy you some time. "

Cyrion paused for a moment and walked beside Talos and the lame warrior.

After looking at Markushen and taking a deep breath, Cyrion connected to the personal communication with Talos.

"Don't waste time and effort, we should leave him behind, brother."

Talos didn't even glance at Cyrion.

"You should remain silent."

"Talos, Markushen is dying. Alien left him half of his life in the room, and everyone in the Third Lie Claw died there."

Talos shook his head and adjusted the weight of Marku on his shoulders.

"Enough, Sai, I won't leave him, I have to go to Valle."

"Your trust in the skinner is your weakness in battle, but don't drag our lives in. If you really give up our last hunt, then Markushen is right. You want to rise to the ground, but he It slowed us down."

Talos narrowed his eyes as he walked.

"Sometimes, Sai, you make it easy for me to understand why Charles hates you."

"Is that right?"

Cyrion snorted.

"Don't hide behind his ghost, as if he will smile and cheer for your feelings. Charles will be the first person to abandon him. You know this as well as I. This is one of the few things he and I have ever achieved. One of many consensus."

Talos did not answer.

"brothers."

Makuchen said suddenly and calmly.

"I heard her, she rushed from the darkness."

But the Prophet only increased his efforts, and Cyrion stood on the other side of Markushen, helping the wounded fighter to kick forward.

"Talos."

Maku snorted.

"Shut up and move."

"It's time, Throne of Flames, Soul Hunter! It's time, abandon me and run."

Taloston stopped in his footsteps————

One minute later ~www.readwn.com~ the two survivors started running wildly.

They ran fast, their boots stepped on the stone, and never looked back.

The strengthened muscles are bundled and moved in fiber bundles, while the three lungs and two hearts operate in the undulating chest cavity.

Talos jumped over a pile of rocks, as dexterous as a gust of wind.

His eyepiece flashed with runes, and his current speed is estimated to be between 84 and 87 kilometers per hour.

Whenever he is forced to skid on a turn or jump from an adjacent wall in order to maintain the illusion of speed, these numbers will drop.

When they ran for seven full minutes, Talos cursed in a low voice, and Cyrion noticed a bit of crying.

At the edge of the retina, the remaining three life symbols of the first fierce claw became two, and a horizontal line whizzed across the tactical eyepiece...