The Emperor’s Angel of Death

　　 "Ok has artillery on the ridge."

The driver of the Viper warplane warned in the connection:

　　 "If they open fire, they will tear us to pieces."

　　 Veronica knew that the pilot was right. She could see the flashing light of the artillery through the sand and dust from the reserve Ok group. She stretched out her consciousness to try to grasp the entangled future, trying to catch some glimpses of light.

　　 Soon, in her consciousness, she saw the Viper fighter jet fall to the ground rotating with a plume of smoke.

　　 She saw sparks, and the green-skinned tribe was roaring down like a wave of stench.

　　 Her comrade-in-arms lay in the broken cabin and died.

　　 And she herself was dragged out of the ruins, dazed and bloody.

　　 was then beaten to death by a beast, and the display was taken apart.

　　 But none of this will happen.

　　 She can clearly see the crystal weaving road that represents reality, breaking from the main line, disappearing into oblivion, without being realized.

　　 The green-skinned artillery remained silent.

　　 She has no time to think about why, the important thing is now.

"--Trust me."

　　 Her will was conveyed to the pilot, and the opponent immediately lowered the Viper fighter.

And not far below, the martial arts chief led the banshee to maintain the left side of the spirit race front. Their glorious white armor was stained by blood and gravel. Their blades were dripping blood, and they exchanged fire under the cover of the Falcon gravity tank. Nearly Oke played against each other.

　　 When Veronica came down from the wing of the Viper, she noticed the absence of the three sisters.

　　 She touched other people's thoughts lightly, and realized that they had fallen--and their soul stones were lost and broken.

　　 "Keep fighting, sisters."

She spoke aloud and raised her staff, which then changed its form in a dazzling halo and became a chanting spear-this weapon can be used as a hand-to-hand combat or directly thrown. Exit and return to the user after hitting the enemy.

　　 The falcon above his head screamed and scattered lasers and star darts to tear the nearby Oak apart. The gunners and soul stones on the tank combined their abilities to create an arc of death. Nothing could move forward.

　　 However, they were exposed.

　　Ok surrounded them, and the surrounding tribes furiously turned towards the spirit army.

　　The first-hand advantage disappeared, and they still had enough time before they were crushed.

　　 "For Usvi!"

　　 Veronica screamed, using a psionic energy to knock the nearby Ork into the air.

　　 The green-skin leader must have noticed her, she could feel its crazily approaching, even though she could not recognize it from the dust and corpse.

　　 She glanced westward. From the gorge formed by the rock pillars and gorges that were faintly visible in the storm, when the warlords came, they must act quickly, otherwise they would be ravaged.

　　 She extended her consciousness, looking for the trail of the sniper.

　　He was there, like a vigilant bird of prey perched on a rocky outcrop, with a mask blocking the sand, and the wind blowing his camouflage cloak.

　　 just sat there, ready, fate was woven in his sniper rifle.

　　 The purpose of their proactive attack this time is also for a destiny, just like the previous prophet who hunted down the Eighth Legion, to destroy a green-skinned warlord.

　　 This may be the most difficult beast of this age, at least that's what the Great Prophet said.

　　 It has a very strange name for the spirit race——

　　Bonecrusher Mag Uruk Saraka

　　 If there is still a hint of curiosity about humans, then Veronica has nothing but hatred for Green Skin.

　　 Their emotions are always the same, violent, disorderly, and chaotic.

　　 If you are not looking for some good points, then only a super-optimistic mentality is left.

　　 But they will neither create nor develop. They are just for destruction. The entire civilization is based on violence and plunder, which is simply a galactic nuisance.

　　Veronica thinks they were born a mistake.

　　 However, the big prophet's attitude towards Greenskin is very strange, Veronica can often hear a regret in his tone.

　　 She also asked about this, but the Great Prophet did not answer her directly.

　　 just said one sentence:

　　 "If that guy had won back then, the Milky Way may not look like this badly now."

　　 Veronica didn't know who the guy in the Prophet's mouth was, but she guessed... it might be a green skin.

　　 This sounds confusing, but Veronica is also used to it.

　　 Her spear rises and flashes in the swirling dust like a lighthouse. She is challenging the warlord, trying to trick him out.

　　WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! ! ! !

　　 As expected, soon accompanied by a roar that shook the sky, a strong big man forced his way through the team of boys, with bright red eyes staring at pointed ears.

　　 She saw it coming, and gracefully turned the singing spear and shimmering robe to welcome the green-skinned warlord's charge.

　　 The big guy crushed a fart with iron boots, and then rushed out of its chest with a rage.

　　 Then it launched a charge, holding up the chainsaw tomahawk in one hand, and cunningly took out the pistol in the other.

　　 It wanted to tear the scrawny white guy in half, and then hung the cut off the other's head on its own big banner.

　　 He will achieve all this, as long as he gets closer.

　　 His fingers are tightly on the trigger and he keeps shooting, but the bullets always go around the bean sprouts.

　　 The upright Veronica holding a spear, staring coldly at her, motionless, letting the bullet pass by—

"It's now."

　　In the distance, the sniper's gaze passed through the wide-spectrum window of his long rifle, he breathed a sigh of relief, squeezed, and released the other half of his breath.

The long sniper rifle used by the Spirit Race Ranger is similar in function to the human empire laser spear, but the psionic crystals used in it can maintain the laser for an extremely long distance~www.readwn.com~ and each one is customized Yes, coupled with the user’s superb shooting skills, it is relatively more deadly and effective.

　　 At the same time, its extremely complex aiming system allows the sniper to accurately locate the weak points of the enemy's armor and exert great destructive power.

　　 After two breaths, the weapon's soul stone gently extended **** against the sniper's shoulder, forming a line with the Ork warlord not far from Veronica.

　　 In the next moment, a blazing beam of light was emitted from the laser projection crystal of the weapon, drew out and passed through the right eye that was charging Green Skin and penetrated deep into the brain. Half a second later, it exploded the dull head of the Big Ouk.

　　 The huge body slammed to the ground, and its ferocious momentum drove it through the dust.

　　Veronica took a step to avoid it, her robe floated violently, and shook her spear when the corpse of the Ork warlord passed by.

　　 The tip of the spear penetrated the back of the Ork warlord, preventing it from moving forward and pinning it to the ground.

　　 The green-skinned corpse kept twitching, the chainsaw axe still running.

　　 With disgust, Veronica stretched out her jade-white fingers and gently pressed it on the green-skinned corpse.

　　 A few seconds later, she frowned slightly.

　　 "This is not a bonebreaker—"

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