The Emperor’s Angel of Death

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But for every Xenomorph killed, two others burst out of the shadows.

Gene thieves poured out from all directions, constantly fighting.

Just three minutes ago, just five minutes after Reza's reconnaissance team left the landing site, they were besieged by a large group of enemies. The enemy's intention to not attack at first was obvious - they obviously did not want the intruders to have the opportunity to attack from the ground. The Hulks evacuated, so they waited until the scout team was far from the landing site before launching an attack.

Normally, gene thieves are cunning creatures, but now they are charging forward as if full of anger.

Alpha G67M learned from the big data network that this kind of berserker-like tactics could only be the result of the intervention of some kind of alien leader called "the nest owner".

Suddenly, the Alpha G67M turned around and avoided a sharp claw.

Genestealers' claws can easily cut through the armor of battle tanks, and the armor of rangers is even more fragile in front of them.

But this is not the reason for failure, and the responsibility to the God of All Machines must be fulfilled.

All Rangers wear black steel and bronze-encrusted helmets with their squad rank engraved on them, the aliens hissing in the shadows, attracted by the glow of their weapons, then even in their terrifying energy burst or dissolve.

A gene thief quickly approached him, advancing and retreating in front of the Alpha G67M, trying to find a loophole.

After missing a hit, the gene thief jumped up again, Alpha G67M waved his arm, the sharp blade popped out of his hand, cut the alien head from bottom to top, and then the headless corpse fell heavily.

Alpha G67M chanted, leading his squad in a reckoning ceremony.

The players responded with respectful feedback.

Neither fear nor doubt is a variable that affects the escort, the average person may feel anxious, while the **** only feels anticipation.

Alpha G67M's vision flashes again when a distant being joins the chain of induction, all alphas can enter the optics of their squad members at short distances, and the present sage who performs the operation can Engage with every fighter in your unit, even if it's spanning great distances.

The Alpha G67M held his breath reverently as he felt the sage make a cold assessment of the alien through his own eyes.

All here are pure-blooded Genestealers, who have apparently lived in huge hulks for countless generations, and perhaps once were also human beings, but now only the carapace of the abominable Tyranids and claws.

The reconnaissance team formed a circular defensive formation and kept firing at the incoming aliens. The plasma rifles were vibrating in their hands, and the high-temperature lasers pierced the alien skulls one after another, scorching the carapace as it passed through and out of the other side.

They didn't stand still, but swirled and moved at an impossibly neat pace, firing again and again.

The Alpha G67M stood at the center of the team, noticing the team's position as he moved, calculating the efficiency of their current firing pattern, and constantly spotting its shortcomings.

After moving more than ten meters, he took a step forward and smashed the **** of the gun at a fangs who was trying to sneak attack.

The next moment, the alien's skull shrank and burst, splashing in front of his armor.

By the time it fell, he was already looking for new prey.

He transmits the command along the network of neural nodes connecting the players, and they respond with actions rather than expressions, instantly tightening the formation into a tighter phalanx.

Plasma gun hissed, steaming gaping holes in waves of alien carapaces trying to drown Scout squads

Alpha G67M warns a team member that an alien with more limbs and claws is emerging from a myriad of smaller vermin and lunges at him with a bone war knife.

That should be a boss.

Reza's warriors responded with aplomb, rifles whizzing and firing, again and again, until the leader staggered to the ground, its body shrunken and steaming with terrifying energy erosion.

At high altitudes, the Greed Eagles were also constantly firing cover shots, in almost perfect rhythm with the reconnaissance teams on the ground.

Now that the team has moved to the rear of the wreckage of the warship, there is a reason why the Alpha G67M chose this place. According to the scan, there are defense facilities that can be used this time.

Rising above a sea of ​​angry aliens, the facility is like a hill made of metal and rock, designed to resist the intrusion of gangsters into the stern power system and has its own energy reserve.

The Alpha G67M needed to know if it could still start, so it left the team and went to the facility's operation panel.

With the penetration of the probe, he successfully activated the defense facility under the blessing of the God of Manifestation.

In the hoarse mechanical transmission, the defensive array of spherical turrets made of plastic steel began to rotate and roll continuously, with automatic cannons and purified flames pouring on the front of the facility.

Despite the ferocity of fire, these defenses have done little to slow the frenzied tide of chitin, a sea of ​​furious chitin still swarms its walls, and soon the defenses will go silent and the cartridges and fuel barrels will be destroyed. It was exhausted, but it bought enough time for the reconnaissance team.

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The Alpha G67M knows that there is something very precious and important here that cannot be allowed to be wasted so savagely - which is why the Rangers are sent here.

There is a 99% chance that they will all be killed here, but through their eyes, the sages will understand what's going on inside the Hulk and make a final strategy.

That's enough, the Almighty God will give them a glorious death.

With a neigh from the servo system, the Alpha G67M bent its huge anti-joint legs and jumped behind the defense. The other rangers did the same, but the aliens still held on tight, and there were also a lot of ghosts ahead. shadow.

Realizing that something had to be sacrificed, the Alpha G67M decisively initiated a certain protocol.

In an instant, the roar of the greedy eagle-type mecha propellers came from the sky, and a row of plasma flames poured out of their bodies, just like the most common showers in the bathroom, but the sprinkles were not harmless clean water.