The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"Knock out all those things!"

Armin didn’t come to support this time but he didn’t come empty-handed. Randall gave them a killer.

After giving the order, Almin turned around and returned to the fight, slashed at a green skin, and threw the headless corpse back into the city.

Thunder Eagle joined the battle with a roar. The fire web of automatic guns, heavy explosive guns and rockets it carried was tearing the panicked green-skinned team, but its really terrifying weapon was not this.

Under its wings, sixteen missiles are ready to go.

With a scream, the rockets separated from the wing and went straight to the greenskin.

When the first missile landed, the high-temperature plasma gas ruptured the projectile, and then a large amount of yellow-green gas whizzed out, igniting the deadliest flame of death in the galaxy at the moment of contact with the air.

Phosphating missiles, this is Randal's final means to Armin.

In the blink of an eye, the destructive phosphorous fire scoured the ground outside the retaining wall like a tsunami, and the insurmountable fire wall kept catching groups of green skins, turning them into fly ash within a few seconds.

The temperature of the flame is so high and the gas is so deadly that mortals can't stay on top of the city, they can only wear a gas mask and leave the protective wall.

No more green skins climbed up the ladders, and the ladders on the walls were quickly pushed off the walls or chopped to pieces.

Armin watched the remaining Oukbarbs being driven away from the battlefield, but he was not happy. He knew that his hole cards had been exhausted, and there was no doubt that the greenskin side already knew the location of the assault city entrance. Next time Attacking them will only be more deadly.

"We held it!"

Armin roared loudly, loud enough to make sure everyone could hear him when he raised the blood-stained sword.

Many soldiers began to cheer, but most of them could only slap their fists on the place on their heart, or give a sky eagle salute.

"Hades will never fall!"

Yarek responded to him from a distance, watching his soldiers raise their guns to celebrate the victory, but the number of soldiers who could still do so was even rarer than when they first repelled Greenskin on the wall.

This point, Almin knows better,

"May the emperor save us."

He had never seen such a turbulent enemy, such a large number.

We will fall.

That's what he thought in his mind at the moment.

Unless the battle group leader can come back.

The image of the battle captain in his mind regained his strength.

"We will stay here until the captain returns."

He held his breath and said that the firmness that accompanies his voice stems from what he truly believes in.

"Boss, our guns can't fire."

The big skill beast Kimide said aggrieved in front of the bonecrusher.

It took a while for the Bonebreakers to realize that what Da Jiba said was broken—their artillery units at the rear did not respond to the precious artillery, even though the human barrier was almost completely exposed in front of them.

In fact, the real calculations of the bonecrushers are not those brats.

Boy, how much is it? Even the horrible flames of humans did not surprise him. He was even satisfied because he knew that the more powerful things are, the scarcer they are. Humans used those weapons in advance. They just sit down and wait to die.

But the misfire of the artillery surprised him.

This time he personally presided over the siege of Hades, on the one hand because they teleported directly to the nest, on the other hand, although the last adventure made him miss the most valuable goal, but the beast Kimmed still I got a lot of good things, such as the precise transmission technology mastered by ancient Ulanook.

The Bonebreaker knew that the current battle situation was dying, so he desperately needed great skills to come up with good things that could reverse the situation, and manufacturing those good things required huge resources, so he had to occupy this nest.

"Damn it, I'm going to see what went wrong."

The Bonebreaker slammed the bodyguard beside him and ordered:

"When the fire is extinguished, continue fighting, not to stop, understand?"

The artillery positions that hadn't left, the bonebreakers heard the noise.

"You **** thief, stole my drop of cannonballs!! Come back! One hundred...no, three hundred!"

"You can play Skug! There are a hundred there, so I borrowed fifty from you. You don't know how to count? Last time you owed me one hundred!"

"A thief is a thief! You don't count as borrowing to get me drunk! You still stab me in the eyes with an iron rod!"

"That's what you asked for! I said I wanted you to agree to it."

"Fart, you wear a pair of pants with those blue-faced ghosts!"

"I have had enough of this nonsense, you better start showing respect for me."

"Otherwise?"

"so!"

When the Bonecrusher walked in, he saw two mechanics fighting, one of them hit the other's jaw with one blow, splitting its fangs.

Then the other one was unwilling to show weakness, a wrench hit the opponent's forehead, and blood spattered immediately.

The more they fought, the more fierce they were, they both beat each other with their greatest strength, and the fart spirit obediently gave way in front of the two arguing greenskins.

With a blow to the old fist, the one holding the wrench was beaten out and landed at the feet of a figure whose head and shoulders were higher than the confronting mechanic.

"Go away, you idiot."

The beaten mechanic roared, still grabbing his **** wrench with one hand.

When he stood up, he realized who the figure was, and his jaw relaxed.

"Who is your name, idiot?"

The sound was like a landslide, sliding out of the trunk-like chest of the war leader.

"Are you two destined not to be like mechanics?"

The Bonecrusher continued, approaching the two cowering Oukes.

"Why do you guys fight like assholes?"

The one who fought harder was the first to react, which saved his life.

"The cannonballs here are all used up, and that guy is hiding it himself!"

He said hastily, and stayed away from each other.

"This this..."

The mechanic with the wrench stammered, and the little brain struggled to think about how to lie.

When he tried to reply, there was no chance.

The giant mechanical claw on the right arm of the bonecrusher slowly moved upwards, and then fell unstoppably, cutting the mechanic in half amidst a terrifying creak.

The wreckage fell to the ground ~www.readwn.com~ The blood splashed on the body of the living.

The guy tried to move, but like a parent reaching for the wrong child, the bone crusher grabbed the opponent's shoulder with his **** claws and kicked him away.

"waste."

The warlord said in a low voice:

"Why are there no shells!"

"This--"

The half-kicked mechanic stammered.

"Boss, it's been a long time since the guy carrying the cannonballs in the back, and we can't help it. It's okay to make some bullets here, it's too slow to make cannonballs."

"Then quickly check it with me! Why!"

"Yes Yes Yes!"

The mechanic got up and Ma Liu left.

But the bonebreaker felt a little uneasy for some reason.