The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Solving the enemy in front of him, Soshyan turned around and strode towards Talos.

The Prophet's troubles were not resolved, and the Kneeling Destroyer issued a decisive blow, slamming the two phase blades against Talos' shoulders, trying to overwhelm him with brute force.

But the two sharp blades were held by Talos and Soshyan at the same time, and then the two of them used force together, and the sturdy Destroyer was directly torn into two pieces.

Before falling, the deporter's head was tilted back, and the sound of the built-in generator almost deafened the two.

The call echoed in the hall, becoming more deafening.

Soshyan noticed something strange on the edge of his consciousness and couldn't help frowning-this scream was not only a catharsis of alien anger, but also a call.

Soon, the echo finally faded, and replaced by a new sound-the sound of sharp claws scratching on the iron stone.

The ground under Talos' feet began to shake, and he quickly retreated aside, avoiding the sharp claws that suddenly emerged from the ground.

"What is it again!"

Then he staggered and raised the hot melt gun and fired until the bullets ran out.

A large number of skinners continued to gush out from the dust and smoke, rushing towards the two of them.

Soshyan also raised the plasma and fired at the new enemy, but soon his weapons stopped roaring, and the two could only use melee weapons to defend themselves.

Compared with other necromantic units, the skinner is obviously not so afraid of Soshyan’s gray marrow power. It seems that the new owner of this tomb has found a certain solution—

"That does not work!"

As Talos was talking, by the way, he backhanded a skinner with the necromantic phase blade he picked up.

"Either quit or move forward!"

The situation in front of them is very clear: whether they stay here or move forward, they will soon be overwhelmed by the enemy.

But Soshyang didn't want to just give up. He always felt that everything could be solved only by finding that thing.

"Then go ahead!"

After speaking, Soshyang wielded the Sacred Yan sword and opened his bow from left to right, constantly smashing the alien head.

Soon, they fought and left, and came to another exit of the hall.

Although the birdwatches in the armor had warned him that there was an enemy in the corridor in front of him, Soshyan still plunged in, but their situation was actually worse than a few minutes ago.

Sure enough, as soon as they entered the passage, the skinners attacked them wave after wave, just like before.

But the two fought side by side, repelling the enemy's attack time and time again, and the aliens couldn't even get close to them.

Soshyan's gray marrow power is still effective against the skinner.

Only once did a guy rush to the melee range, but he was quickly chopped to the ground by Soshyang's two swords.

Finally, the momentum of the offensive weakened, and in the end only the two gasping voices and the sound of metal liquid dripping continuously.

Thick smoke enveloped the alien corpse, surrounded by an ominous silence.

Soshyang vigilantly counted the time in his head, and finally, he snorted with satisfaction and put down the sword in his hand.

"They retreated, probably planning their next move."

"Didn't you say that you still killed the Necrolord?"

"They have been controlled by another guy."

Soshyan said, checked the ammunition of the plasma pistol, and found that he could not fire a single shot.

"And I can always feel something wandering on the edge of consciousness."

"Then we'd better make use of the time gained."

Talos said, lifting up the head of the slave that was hanging on his waist.

"You can't walk around like this. There must be a more accurate map. I guess it should."

The prophet dexterously pulled out a few energy cables from the armor and connected them to the hidden socket of the blood-bathing head.

Immediately, the slave's mouth opened, and the sudden energy peak made its eyes widen.

A large amount of meaningless code was spit out from the slave's mouth, followed by a hollow, mechanical voice.

"Warning, warning, exploration area No. 3 has been lost, warning, J5 security center has been lost, warning, transportation line No. 11 has been lost, warning, report the current situation to the sage Dimar Kaman, warning—"

Then it issued a long series of warnings, listing a series of failed counter-offensive and defensive operations.

Talos used the armored operating system to retrieve the slave's memory bank, peeling off its code layer by layer, and found that the slave was preparing to report to a sage himself before being buried under the rubble.

Then he looked at Soshyan.

"This is the messenger of the mechanical sage named Dimar Kaman. He sent this guy out to receive the report. I'm not sure if he is on this planet."

"Do you think this guy can lead us to him?"

Soshyang asked, thrusting his sword into the ground.

Talos did not speak, but continued to search the machine slave's memory bank, recording the map information in its mind.

This machine slave has recorded the map of the entire mechanical teaching exploration area, and has the highest authority ID code, secret key, and system operation authority.

The Prophet blinked and looked at Soshyan.

"You guessed it, there is a mysterious area underneath, and the goal of the Mechanical Teaching should be there. They seemed to have discovered something incredible, so they sneaked it out, but they still didn't find it."

Soshyang frowned.

"How far is it?"

"According to the messenger's record, the last tunnel was about 500 meters away, and it was still closed, and it seemed that even the dead in space had not been found."

Talos said, frowning.

"In other words, the undead hadn't been found when it was last scanned."

Then he unplugged the wire from his head, and the eyes on that head were immediately darkened.

If energy is kept flowing to it, its delicate parts may be burned out by the high-pressure energy of the armor, and they will be able to use it later.

"Is that before or after it was buried?"

Soshyan asked, but Talos just shrugged.

"Probably before being buried. UU reading www.uukanshu.com"

As he said, he hung the slave's head back to his waist, and Soshyan looked at the time. The timer showed that it had been three hours since they went underground.

It took more time to filter information from the slave's head than he expected.

"Then act quickly, it will change after a while."

Soshyang pulled out the sharp sword from the geography, and the two re-started towards the mysterious area delineated by the mechanical teaching, and stepped over the alien bodies scattered everywhere.

They marched slowly and carefully, always on guard for the enemies lurking not far away.

Along the way, Talos could also feel the aliens looking at them, from the shadows around them.

He realized that Soshyan was right, the enemy was indeed observing them, and he could feel the feeling on the edge of consciousness now.

The Prophet kept scanning the dark surroundings, but found nothing.

This of course does not prove that there is nothing around, but only shows that the enemy is very good at concealment.