The Emperor’s Angel of Death

She came from the darkness, just like her subordinates.

Walton was the first person to see her, and he tried to warn others loudly.

"small--"

As soon as the shouting sounded, his throat became stuffy.

A spear pierced his breastplate and pierced both of his hearts at the same time, Walton’s spine.

In an instant, a full-meter black spear emerged.

Until the weapon slipped from him,

She looked at each of them as she let them sink.

"Do it."

A calm voice played in the night lord’s helmet,

Everyone moved immediately.

The tactics of the Eighth Army raised explosive bullets and fired. Everyone fired a series of bullets, but none of them could hit her.

Talos shot at the dancing figure, and the explosion in the narrow space seemed to be a wailing in his ears.

Both his panel and the retina display have an aiming processor, which can guide his aim and his instinct. The blaster shoots fiercely under his control, spitting out the shell like a tide, only when he has to When reloading

Will ease.

While shooting, the prophet stepped back, creaking into the other magazine.

Maybe it’s some kind of coincidence, everyone is reloading, all the sense of unity and

The cover fire disappeared instantly.

Talos glanced around the room vaguely and saw how their firepower was

Destroy every wall without hitting the prey.

Then, White Eyed Chris died, and his head was chopped off his shoulders in full view.

When the body began to fall, Talos immediately raised his fist to prevent death

The brother's spinning helmet hit him.

Then the blood-stained helmet fell to the floor with a cry.

"Damn it!"

The angry Talos immediately fired a shot at the shadow, aiming at the place marked by the gun mark indicator, but it was just that more stone artifacts were shattered in the explosion.

She didn't even slow down the speed of the killing.

In the blink of an eye, the spear pierced Gortata's waist and severed his leg.

Almost at the same second, Farovan also died, a three-leaf throwing star forged from alien metal and a ball of black fire split his head from the middle.

The two bodies also fell down at the same time, making two loud noises when they hit the stone.

"I **** you a long-legged bitch!"

Marku let out a fragrant howl, his heavy armor arched his back.

Talos looked around calmly and saw a trace of movement on his mask. When he wanted to remind him, it was too late.

"Marcus!"

In the next second, the spear pierced out of Markushen's back.

Maku staggered forward, thanks to the artificial muscles at the joints of his armor that he didn't fall.

Then Markushen's explosive gun rang again, and then fell from his hand.

When the thrown blade hit Cyrion, it hit his horned helmet, and large pieces of ceramic fragments fell immediately.

Cyrion was not as stable as Markushen. He tripped and landed on both hands and knees at the same time, heavy enough to shake the floor.

Talos saw blood dripping on the dark stone ground, silting up between Cyrion's trembling hands.

"Talos..."

Valer's voice came from the communicator again.

"Not now, brother."

Talos already felt like he was going crazy, he almost roared and talked to Valier.

"I just want to ask when you will get back to the ground—"

"not now!"

After speaking, Talos took his blaster and followed the dark shadow, but he couldn't catch up.

In a moment, the black shadow was already dancing behind Corosa, and the technical sergeant was the last third fierce claw alive.

Perceiving a difference behind him, Corosa turned around and slashed with his howling chainsaw sword.

But he hit nothing.

At the moment Talos aimed, Corosa fell backward, blood flowing on his broken arm.

"Damn subspace bitch!"

Corosa took two steps, but the back swing of the spear cut him open immediately, and the wet internal organs splashed in front of Talos' visor.

The angry prophet shot over Corosa's shoulder. The loud noise and the accompanying guttural sound were the sweetest sound he had ever heard.

Afterwards, he saw that the blurred image turned into a female figure, as high as their Terminator armor, leaning backwards, head on one side.

Even his bullets had no results.

Markushen struggled to get the blaster that fell on the ground. Cyrion was still on the ground, but when Talos opened fire again, he also

Aimed at his own goal.

The bullet rained down, and Talos wanted to see the scene where the opponent was torn apart.

But what followed was disappointment, which then turned into despair.

A silver crescent arc became blurred in front of the slender Banshee Phoenix Lord, and before touching her, bullets exploded one after another.

The Prophet’s eyes took a few precious seconds to adjust the speed until he realized that the opponent was blocking their fire with the spear blade.

Shoot down Astarte's explosive bomb with a weapon!

It was almost a funny joke, but in front of Talos, it did happen.

"Ok?"

But Talos' luck didn't fall to the bottom, she didn't break them all up, a bullet finally fell on her dark armor, but it just exploded.

Talos stopped to reload, and Cyrion did the same.

But for an instant, they both froze.

The tactical belt was empty, the backpack was empty, but the figure disappeared.

Corosa fell to the ground to break the sudden silence. After a while, Cyrion turned around, unwilling to believe that she was gone.

Other voices followed--

Markushen's suffocation exhalation, Corosa's painful grunt, and the hiss of cooling the muzzle.

"I can't see her."

Cyrion said in their team voice.

"And I ran out of ammunition."

"Me too ~www.wuxiaspot.com~Talos did not check the situation of Corosa and Markushen. When he turned back to back to Cyrion, Cyrion

His gaze never left the wall.

"She's still here, she must be there."

"Do not."

Talos gestured with his fists, and a string of footprints flowed out of the room and returned to the tunnel.

"She is looking for opportunities."

Cyrion didn't care about throwing away his double blaster.

"You, we should do the same."

The machine servant was waiting for them, silent in their numb reverie.

Talos was the first to walk into the room and gestured to let more slaves follow him. Their original slaves died on the echo of the curse, but after killing the jailer, they added tens of thousands of slaves in the prison.