The Emperor’s Angel of Death

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After the enemy was eliminated, Mathias praised his brother at the right time, and then said solemnly:

"Now, lined up, we advance to coordinates 3-7-2."

The fire ceased for a while as they lined up.

What the knights heard was not the clamor of stupidity, but the crunch of iron hooves crushing rubble barricades and wrecked vehicles, and the towering swarms of **** from the collapsed hive surrounded them like mountains, obscuring the sound of the ongoing battle around them.

The knights are huge machines, but these wrecks are bigger, hundreds of meters high of reinforced concrete and scrap metal.

All you can see are these filthy, polluted walls, statues blackened with ash, barbed wire wrapped around looming gargoyles, and horrific remains hanging on them.

"The corruption in this place is too serious."

For a while, the whispers of the Mechanical Throne came like a tide, and these words hovered close to the point where they could almost be heard clearly. Various pictures flashed involuntarily in Mathias' mind: in the muddy, full of complicated On barbed wire swamps, warriors wrestle together like animals, in a gray desert where the sun shines on gleaming silver cities, and in more twisted and corrupted lands, mortals and demons fight.

In that moment, he understood that the Scorpion's Machine Spirit was showing him the place where it had fought, that the galaxy was a place wider and stranger than Mathias had ever known.

Suddenly, the collision alarm brought him back to reality, and when he found out that a rocket hit the void shield of the neighboring knight mecha, he cursed.

"All cheer up!"

Mathias shouted, falling rubble hissing on his ion shield.

"Sorry."

As the knight spoke, he wiped away the attackers with firepower, and politely apologized to the knight's machine soul, fortunately his car was intact.

As they crossed a corpse-strewn intersection, Mathias twisted the knight above his hips. There was no sign of life on his oracle, and the area was dead.

"Madias."

At this time, the voice of his father, Duke Olga, suddenly sounded near the Mechanical Throne.

"Our throne is a great source of strength and wisdom, but it takes time to master, and being qualified is just the beginning. Any spiritual mistakes you make are dangerous when your connection to the machine soul is still disconnected. Learn to accept it, but also master it."

Mathias nodded, and his interface translated the action into a thank you signal sent into the communication array.

The queue moved quietly and slowly among the towering ruins of buildings.

Suddenly, a Thunderhawk swept low overhead, and the roar of the engine echoed through the canyon-like streets.

Their weapons flashed, firing at some distant target.

"Where have all the traitors gone? Isn't the bombing supposed to lead them to our guns?"

"We're near the enemy's flank, Mathias, expand your bird horoscope, O'Fur, and you too."

Mathias struggled to expand his horizons, his subconscious commanding his car, while taking a moment to examine the wider strategic situation.

It's disgraceful to wait around, not to mention a waste of time.

Soshyan's plan was classic and bold. The Imperial Navy's light spears set off a fire that was enough to drive the traitors hiding in surface bunkers out of their lair and send them to the Imperial guns, while those who hid deeper There is only one choice, to strike or to retreat, and retreat means giving the Empire the time and ability to deploy more forces and execute more plans on the ground.

Such as injecting tens of thousands of tons of poison gas into underground passages.

As one of the mainstays of the attack, the knights will advance into the burning city, smashing the main resistance force, while also eliminating any danger of a coordinated breakout of heretics.

By looking at the strategic map and troop deployment runes on his retina, Mathias could see that it was working.

"Did you see it?"

Mathias pointed out a few key runes and had them flash on the companion's retina display.

"Astral Knights have completed the siege of the coastal area of ​​the hive, and are going deep into the hive along a passage. The main force of the enemy is gathering in the direction of the dark angel."

"They're lining up to die."

"There, focus on our target coordinates."

Mathias's fingers twitched unconsciously as he marked his rune, his cockpit wobbly with every stride his mount took, but the message was as clear to him as day .

"We've moved to the enemy's side, close enough."

Duke Olga also assessed the situation and agreed with Mathias.

"You two need to be careful, I understand it's a rabble of armored vehicles, raise your shields, get your weapons ready, and stride forward, we're going to get to the next intersection before them."

Mathias immediately obeyed his father's orders and understood the wisdom in his words - the enemy moved in array from the south, their armored forces were ahead, and whoever reached the crossroads first could be destroyed at the nest Block their enemies between large helipads.

The knights turned their attention to the battle, with the first round of enemy fire coming **** them, while there was a great deal of tentative fire between the ruins of the towering buildings and the open areas of the crossroads.

Cannonballs and lasers splattered from the shield as Mathias stepped on a pile of destroyed railroad trains.

Soon a Paladin-type mecha came to his right, and the second one did the same on the left.

With the sound of rumbling footsteps, the three knights stopped and formed a shield wall to meet the rushing enemy.

The Fallen's tanks roared as fast as they could to catch up with the formation—mostly infantry carriers, with a few chariots roaring in between.

Dirty machines are painted with rough slogans and tattered banners fluttering on them ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ They carry twisted symbols, as for the precise meaning of the patterns, Mathias does not need to know, he only needs know they are evil.

A few hung the corpses wrapped in iron wire, presumably the ones who refused to defect with their comrades. Behind the armor, the bird divination instrument read the runes of this rabble, at least a few thousand enemies.

Mathias sensed the commotion of the Machine Spirit on the throne, and he struggled to control it.

"No, not now, be quiet."

Mathias murmured angrily, focusing on the target solution and the pounding of fire on his shield.

"children."

Olga recited solemnly.

"Open fire."

The energy of Mathias's hot melt cannon, as his will skyrocketed into flames, he clenched a tactile glove and threw his fist forward for the first shot.