God Emperor's Angel of Death

Chapter 228

"Now that we have reached a preliminary agreement, now we have to solve more realistic problems."

Sol clapped his palm and turned his eyes to the screen.

The alming team has gradually lost its support. Obviously, their ammunition has been exhausted, and they can only use close combat weapons back-to-back to resist the impact of aliens. If the terrain at the temple entrance was narrow and a large number of obstacles and ruins had just been formed by violent blasting, they would have been submerged long ago.

And all this is just a matter of time.

"Don't worry, they can't die."

As soon as sevita finished, soshyan noticed that unexpected reinforcements appeared on the screen.

A group of people in cloaks jumped out of a small tunnel on the side of the temple, waving spears and pistols with mysterious light.

The first one is a man wearing a crow mask, dotted with many complex symbols, and also wearing a feather cloak. Moreover, the cloak is not shaking due to the air flow caused by running, but swinging behind its owner.

As soon as those mysterious people appeared, they shot at the aliens with their pistols - they used plasma pistols.

Suddenly, those aliens were dazed and killed dozens of them in an instant.

Gene thieves seem as confused as soshyan.

After a brief period of chaos, they separated part of them and rushed to the mysterious team, obviously recognizing them as a more serious threat.

The other part has become more crazy. It has completely ignored its own life safety. It turns into a wave of people hitting the astat team again and again, which makes the soldiers have to do everything they can to save their lives.

Almin waved the power sword vigorously, tore open their flesh and bones and smashed their cavities.

Beheading may give people more pleasure, but he lowered the blade in order to swing faster.

His opponents are all kinds, tall, short, fat and thin, or rush, or crawl, or detour around - not to mention other guys who are staggering on the blood he has created.

In the chaotic battlefield, he must always pay attention to the most dangerous guys - purebred with the ability to tear power armor.

He didn't want a purebred to inadvertently avoid his sword. After all, they only need such a small chance to cause serious damage.

Four of them have been injured now. As long as another person is injured or himself is injured, the aliens will swarm like rats in the tunnel.

With their weight alone, the team may be finished.

"Who are they?"

Although the current situation had no time to think about it, almin took a dangerous look at the mysterious man.

They have made close contact with the aliens, and the spears in their hands are flying, crossing the disgusting body again and again, causing bursts of pus on those multi legged monsters.

But their number is still too small to bring any turnaround to the situation.

An expressionless young man brandished some kind of syringe and rushed towards almin. He wanted to block it, but he was tripped by a body under his feet.

Instinctively, he waved a chain saw sword and split the man's arm in two from his elbow. Then the gold syringe fell down with the broken limb, and the chemicals in it immediately leaked out.

Although almin was on guard, he took a swig of the poisonous steam.

This is a deadly nerve gas. A little is enough to kill people in a carriage. Even astat, who has strong anti-virus ability, can't retreat with one breath.

Almin felt dizzy, his limbs softened, and his knees fell involuntarily.

Fortunately, the underground body took most of the impact for him, so that he just fell on a pool of unpleasant things, rather than hit a stone.

However, the enemy has exposed his flaws.

Before almin could regain his balance, screaming aliens swarmed up and pushed him to the ground, adding fists and feet, and several stones I didn't know where to find hit him.

He tried to cut a path with his sword, but the guys kept jumping on him like crazy——

Suddenly, almin felt that the pressure on his body had weakened, and the abnormity hanging on him was dead or injured. The cave echoed the unmistakable click of the bomb gun and the smaller and clearer light bomb sound.

He struggled to his feet, waved a power sword, cut away several bodies trying to crush him, and looked at their Savior in surprise.

About a hundred people, led by a strong man, appeared from a suddenly raised cover under the ground and kept firing as soon as he appeared - dressed like a miner.

"Hurry up, these people won't last long. The bomb prepared by the gene thief will explode soon."

Saivita said that, turned around and walked to the huge survival cabin. Then, in soshyan's surprised eyes, he suddenly inserted the halberd into the shell of the survival cabin.

With the roar of the chain saw and the splash of sparks, two life support cabins as high as astat were torn out into a one person high crack. Then sevita inserted her hands into the crack and pulled to the left and right.

In the creaking sound of metal pain, the shell of the life support module was torn open, and a large amount of translucent liquid gushed out from it, like broken amniotic fluid.

Soshyan looked into the cabin and saw a small black iron coffin hanging in the cabin with chains.

It looks strange.

Sevita stretched out her hand, tore off the chains one by one, then took out the iron coffin, threw it behind her, and fixed it on her shoulder and waist with an iron rope.

"What a powerful power."

Suddenly sol whispered a sigh of admiration.

"Pure, bright... You have protected her very well. She is not polluted at all. It is really priceless."

"It seems that you have become different from before."

Sevita stared at sol meaningfully, then turned and took out something from the back of the survival cabin and hung it on her waist.

It was a bat shaped dark blue helmet, with a face as white as a skull and scarlet wings on both sides - perhaps the only part of his power armor in the past.

"Come on, this place will soon be flooded."

The three immediately took steps and quickly disappeared at the bottom of the dark temple.

"Wall?"

Almin slashed a special-shaped throat with a sword, let fresh blood sprinkle on his chest, and shouted:

"Wall, are you still alive?"

Then a fist appeared on Amin's left shoulder and broke a purebred face trying to sneak attack.

"Still there, sir!"

Team member wal shouted in his ear that his left wrist had been completely broken - a sneak attack from a purebred, but his remaining hand was still fighting.

"It won't last long. We'll try to get back down, sir!"

A reasonable suggestion, wall wants to try his best before he dies.

Although I don't know why the war leader disappeared for so long, it is obvious that the other party must have encountered something.

They can't win, there are too many aliens, and even those new reinforcements are gradually being eroded - although everyone who falls has paid a high price for the enemy with his life.

And they, as astats, will make the enemy pay more.

He was proud of them, proud of their captain - that was the way an astat was destined to die, he thought.

"That makes sense!"

Almin gasped.

"Get down and --"

Before he finished, the air was torn apart by a huge explosion.

About 100 meters to his left, a huge cloud rose, and the deformed limbs and broken arms flew around.

A moment later, another cloud billowed up and threw large pieces of broken meat on their heads.

The explosion was so close that the earth trembled.

When the smoke of the explosion had not dispersed, three figures rushed out.

"Commander Zhan!"

Almin immediately recognized the silver gray figure in front of him and the long sword in his hand emitting hot red light.

"Commander Zhan is back!"