The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Standard terra calendar, 41

Armageddon planet, main continent, Hades’ nest

The shells fell on the position like raindrops, and the impact of the air waves that set off almost made no inch of soil solid on the ten-kilometer-long line of defense.

"Commissar Yarek! The enemy's offensive was too fierce! All the troops suffered more than half of the casualties!"

In the temporary headquarters, a man with Mohigan's head and leather jacket, with obvious characteristics of a gang member in the nest, was shouting at the communicator.

Even so, his voice is often overwhelmed by explosions close at hand.

Then, a strong and steady voice came from one end of the communicator.

"You are the southern gate of the upper nest! Nothing to lose! I don't want your casualties! Where's Meck? Let him take the call!"

The man yelled to the communicator to the left and right:

"Boss Meck! Boss Meck!"

But no one responded, and a few seconds later, a young soldier ran over.

"Sir! Chief Meck has just personally led the team up!"

"Dead!"

Bloodhook helped the boss Meck jump into the trench, and broke the neck of a fart in front of him with one foot, and the chainsaw sword in his hand roared towards the enemy.

He swiftly swung the chainsaw sword with his right hand, and held a cruel sharp hook in his left hand, cutting several enemies into two.

Suddenly, flesh and blood fly.

waaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!

Another enemy rushed towards him and tried to swing a broadsword at him. Meck hooked the enemy's weapon with a hook, and blasted the opponent's head into a blood mist with a chain saw blade on his backhand.

This is the hardest battle Meke has encountered in his life.

In order to defend their position, they had to blaze a trail of blood in the narrow trenches while trying to repel the greenskins that continued to attack.

For two weeks, they had at least reached the onslaught of more than three million Greenskins, and his strength was only the surviving 10,000 Bloodhook Gang members and other scattered 40,000 to 50,000 troops.

It is almost impossible to win a battle, even he himself has been fighting endlessly for two days and nights, his arms and back are already filled with various potions.

"Boss! Take a moment! There aren't many people in front of us!"

His bodyguard followed him closely and fired at the enemy with a compact automatic shotgun.

This gun was originally part of the local armory, but now everyone is a soldier, and the armory has completely become a public area.

This bodyguard is also a brave warrior. He often shoots at very close range. His first shot hit the center of the enemy's eyes. The other shot knocked down the enemy before the enemy could get up. He made up another shot on his face.

The soldiers fought in a trench three meters wide and five meters deep. They faced a group of monsters.

"Kill! Kill!"

Meke, who had been injected with an overdose, gradually showed signs of losing control. While howling, he chopped a certain unlucky Ok in half with a screaming chainsaw sword.

He crashed into the trench and tripped the young soldier who was following him to charge.

The boy fumbled on the muddy trench floor and caught a laser gun that was originally a dead man.

Just as he raised the gun, another green skin fired at him over the trench, but it was empty.

The boy quickly fired a shot, and the laser hit the enemy's neck. The beast fell under his wound. The boy couldn't dodge and fell to the ground by the enemy's weight. His face was pressed on the muddy ground.

Sewage mixed with mud and blood flowed into his mouth. He immediately coughed and tried to jump up, but bumped into Meck.

"Hurry up and lower yourself!"

Meck slapped the slap to the ground, and a gang member beside him carried a rocket launcher on his shoulders.

In the midst of the non-standard precision blows, the man pulled the trigger and the rocket exploded a green armored vehicle that was firing, and a large number of indescribable things turned into countless fragments.

"Kill all the green stuff!"

Like a sickle, Meck cut away the enemy who was rushing.

He smiled, his body was full of enemy blood, and he wielded a chain saw sword, killing quickly.

Beside him, a muddy-faced boy clutching a laser gun, followed the large group staggeringly. Their goal was to recapture a trench that had just been lost.

After arriving at the predetermined location, the soldiers and gang members started looking for bunkers and shooting. For a while, there was a burst of violent laser fire on the battlefield, and the light reflected the cold light of the green blade.

Meck suddenly lowered his head, looking at the sixteen-year-old boy, and suddenly stretched out his hand to **** the gun, still on the fender.

"Do you think you are a fighter?"

"Yes, sir."

"real?"

"Yes!"

"It's a fart! Boy, I remember you were from a military band! Now play it, hurry up, let the melody lead us to victory!"

Looking at the bruised officer, the boy was a little frightened. He felt that this person's state was a bit wrong, like a drunkard and a drug addict.

So he shivered and took out the harp from his backpack, and then flicked it lightly, the sound was like a dead person.

Then he started playing, a local folk song.

The young troubadour left to take part in the war. In the ranks of death, you will find him—

He had his father's sword strapped to him, a harp and a sling on his back.

The land of singing, said the brave poet.

Even if all the people in the world betray you, at least one sword will defend your justice, and at least one person will sing praises to you with a harp.

The poet fell, but the shackles could not take away his pride.

He ripped the strings and left in the sound of his beloved harp.

He said that no shackles can tarnish you, tarnish your loving and brave soul, songs are sung for purity and freedom, and will never groan of slaves!

———

This song is often used to enliven the atmosphere in a pub. People often drink, clink glasses and bless each other under the melody.

Meck heard the melody, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com made a grimace, raised his head and laughed, stuck a tube of medicine in his chest, and rushed into the enemy group.

The militiamen also began to hum and sing songs, and the guns in their hands kept firing, just like sad songs echoing on the battlefield.

Suddenly, a large-scale artillery fire hit, and the boy's body was lifted off by the shock wave generated by the distant explosion. The explosion directly exploded a 20-meter-wide opening, and a large piece of mud flew into the sky with him.

Afterwards, he was heavily hit on the ground, dizzy, he instinctively buried his head in the mud, praying for his release from the nightmare

The boy lay on the dirt for a while and miraculously survived.

When he sat up, he found that the other people who charged with him were dead.

Then, the boy heard the appalling movement of the metal crushing the soil and the corpse. He lay on the edge of the trench and saw some huge barrel-shaped machinery slowly approaching—

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