The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"Uh……"

　　 When Soshyang drew the sword from Morinite's chest, the World Devourer let out a low growl.

　　 Then he brandished the chainsaw axe blindly, as if he was holding a torch to expel darkness, but he didn't hit any target.

The feeling of coldness and disgust from Soshyang grew stronger. Morinite felt that what stood in front of him was not an interstellar warrior, but a small black hole, pulling his soul out of his body a little bit. .

　　 This feeling made him very frightened, because his soul belongs only to the blood god, if he can't return to the blood **** seat, then everything he fought for will be meaningless.

　　 "Go away! Go away!"

　　 Morinite snarled and tried to drive him away, but it didn't work.

　　 A silver-gray silhouette flashed past him, and then the heavy serrated battle axe fell to the ground with a bang, and the hand holding the axe fell along with it.

　　 Within the reach of the blood of the world swallowers, it was as bright as molten gold on the metal floor, the fuel tank was still burning, and the sparks were swept into the air by the wind, like swarms of fireflies, and turned into black ashes when they fell back.

　　The World Devourer drew the fighting dagger from the scabbard tied to his calf and tried to kneel and stand up, but the tip of the sword was already leaning under his chin.

　　 "You failed, your so-called **** did not bless you."

　　 Soshyang gasped and said, those extraordinary touches had gone away from him, and the cold blood was freezing his heart.

　　 But he can stand still, and use the tip of his sword against the soft part of the armor of the world swallower's throat, and the colorful colors surround the silver blade, but he never touches the surface of the opponent's neck armor.

　　 "The emperor will cast aside your soul, go to death."

　　 That moment is about to come, as long as you move your wrist slightly and exert a little strength, the head of the world swallower will roll down your shoulders.

　　 Soshyang gritted his teeth and shook his wrist.

　　 But the blade did not move, it quietly pressed against the throat of the world swallower, but couldn't pierce it down.

　　 There is no gasping when the trachea and arteries are cut, and there is no touch when the head is separated from the neck.

　　 Soshyang felt a cloud of ice in his throat, and his limbs were as heavy as cast iron. He struggled to control the arm holding the sword but was resisted, and the blade still refused to move half an inch.

　　 As the limbs resisted him, a trembling numbness spread from the fingertips and climbed onto the arm.

　　 "Why is this time..."

　　 A strong sense of dizziness hit Soshyang's head hard, the muscles of his swordsman were locked, and the tense tendons pressed against the bones.

　　 The biting cold air overwhelmed his senses, his vision shrank, and everything in front of him was compressed into a line.

　　 The next second, the sound ceased, and a dizziness stole the balance of his legs.

　　 "Blood God is on top——"

　　 was a cold blow that refocused Soshyang's world. Morinite violently violently hit his chest, and the fighting dagger sank into the small half of his chest.

　　 Morinite, who took off his helmet, exhaled a big breath from his teeth, his broken face was like a painful puzzle.

　　 Then he tried hard, trying to make the short sword pierce the opponent's chest.

　　 He is almost done.

The dagger penetrated the armor, the black carapace and the ribbed plate, but before it touched the heart, a strong chill followed the dagger and climbed onto Morinite's shoulder. He found that he had lost control of his arm. .

　　 "Blood God! The Blood God is opening his arms to me!"

　　The World Devourer smiled madly, fell backward and drew his dagger.

　　In a short time, the sticky blood shed intermittently on the silver-gray armor. When he was about to stab the second shot, Soshyang's long sword had penetrated his head from top to bottom.

　　 Accompanied by a giggling gasp, the world swallower's almost divided head spewed out the last bit of blood, contaminating the eagle emblem on Soshyang's chest, and then fell softly to the ground.

"Well……"

　　 Soshyang let go of his sword, staggered back a few steps, covered the wound in his chest and fell to the ground.

　　 He is very lucky. The tip of the opponent's sword is so close to the heart. Even if he is stabbed, it will not be fatal, but he has to cultivate for a while before he can fight.

　　 "Team commander!"

The recruits of the battle group immediately surrounded them nervously, including the pharmacist Nassin Balitaem, who immediately injected a large amount of medicine into Sosyan’s body, but when he touched Sosyan’s neck When I was shocked.

　　 "Team commander! Your body temperature—"

　　 Soshyang raised his hand and shook it, beckoning him not to say anything, Barritaem immediately closed his mouth and silently treated Soshyang's wound.

　　 When he noticed that his body temperature had begun to slowly rise, Soshyang held down the busy hand of the pharmacist and said:

　　 "I'm fine, go and collect the genetic seeds of the fallen soldiers."

"Yes."

　　 Balitaem stood up and began to count the casualties.

　　 In the previous conflict, 3 combat brothers were killed, 1 severely wounded, and 3 lightly wounded.

The lightly wounded were already able to act on their own, while the severely wounded mainly lost an arm and also suffered head trauma. Balitaem simply took care of it and prepared to go back to the Starfire’s medical room for further treatment. Then it turned to the three dead soldiers.

　　 He knelt beside the body of a fighting brother. His armor had been chopped down to a mess, but it still retained enough of its original appearance.

　　Balitaem turned the body over, and the deceased's helmet fell heavily to the floor with a thud.

Then he stretched out his hand and proceeded to recover his brother’s genetic seeds. First, there was a vibration from the healing hand, and then the built-in power made an insect-like chick. The electric saw and the vibrating scalpel of the medical probe began to buzz. Cut broken ceramics.

However, due to lack of experience, Balitaem’s progress was very slow~www.readwn.com~ So the pharmacist gritted his teeth, the probe resisted the armor that was hit and melted with high heat, and after applying enough strength, the armor piece was finally removed. Cut out the gaps like a blackened eggshell.

　　 Then he quickly inserted his finger and peeled off the soldier's neck guard.

　　 The face of the dead soldier was terribly pale, with dried blood smeared on it, and his eyes were wide and he seemed to be glaring at the enemy until he died.

　　 For a while, the pharmacist did not recognize the identity of the deceased, but finally he remembered it.

　　 Moria.

　　 The soldiers who belonged to the First Combat Squad were also recruits who were reformed at the same time as him.

　　 The pharmacist closed his eyes for a moment, remembering the passing of this comrade-in-arms, and then put the handguard against the corpse's jaw and activated the recovery device.

　　 Hearing a damp slap, a piece of pinkish-gray flesh popped into the vial of the medical probe. Then the pharmacist checked the piece of tissue with the naked eye, confirmed that it was still intact, and put it into the storage.

After 　　 returned to the Spark, he had to further check the recovered genetic seeds to confirm that there were no problems before they could be preserved as the reserve seeds of the battle group.

　　 approached him and pierced the drill bit into the chest of the war dead, buried it deeply, and took out the second genetic seed.

　　Although they are all recruits, they have been modified for more than ten years, and the new genetic seeds have matured.

　　 After collecting the genetic seeds of the first war dead, Balitaem turned to the second one. With the experience of the first one, the progress of the second one was much faster.

　　 During this process, Soshyang basically recovered his body temperature. After touching the wound and confirming that the blood had stopped, he used the communicator to summon the technical sergeant to come and retrieve the equipment.

　　 At this time, a stumbling red figure broke into his sight.