God Emperor’s Angel of Death

Although there is no night vision goggles, the blood flowing from the fleshy body and the shadows in the chaotic battle will still be very conspicuous under the light of the fire.

After Bachram took a deep breath, he stabbed at the guy who was entangled with him.

He expected to see uniforms or armor, but when he left a clear blow, he saw only muscles and hair.

This guy is really strong.

Bahram pressed harder before stab 2nd Strike, the blade trembling when it hit the skeleton.

As the dagger fiercely penetrated, the roar of the response echoed in the tunnel.

He took a few steps back, drew his weapon out before the attacker leaped forward, and leaned back against the wall.

With the flames of flickering, he saw that he stabbed a big man with a face full of flesh, wearing an unfit combat uniform, with a bare chest and a few grenades tied to his waist.

He lunged at Bachram like a bear, the blood and revenge he longed for with the dagger in his hand.

At this moment, Bachram’s brain is extremely calm. He dashed forward, then bent over and passed under the opponent’s armpit, then turned and took a step forward, with the knife going up and inward. Take a deep prick.

As the dagger was pierced deeply, he savored the satisfactory vibration of steel, and the warmth of blood poured over his hand.

The next second, there was a moan and trembling in front of him.

The opponent turned around and flicked the dagger, but Bachram turned his head to avoid it as if he had a premonition.

Bahram had counted on the one to kill the opponent, but apparently the big man was not that vulnerable.

Seeing the opponent's sharp blade approaching, he flashed to the right at a speed that he couldn't normally do, and at the same time, his right leg threw away like an iron whip.

With the muffled noise, that individual clutched his chest and backed away, his ribs seemed to be kicked and cracked.

As he swayed back, Bahram had already rushed up, hooking the opponent's right arm with his left hand, and suddenly dagger here, letting the opponent's weapon fall from his hand to the ground in a scream .

But that person has not given up yet.

Although Bahram's offensive was very successful, he was forced to get close to his opponent, so the big man gave him a head hammer.

"Um—"

He made a painful voice, staggering back.

The opponent's hard forehead hit the center of his face, causing severe pain and blood to cover his entire face.

He shook, barely avoiding the bullet passing by at the beginning.

The big man was hurriedly trying to extract something from his belt, but the tendon of his right hand wrist had been broken and he could only use his unskilled left hand.

In anger, he simply tore off the belt directly.

But as soon as his hand was raised, Bachram made a whirling kick to make it fly into the darkness out of sight.

At that moment, he clearly saw a string of grenades tied to his belt.

Then the two fell into close hand-to-hand combat again, as if they were fighting in a spider web, and any wrong action would cause death or be hit by surrounding stray bullets.

In the flashing fire, the big fist of the opponent flew over, Bachram flashed to the left, and then punched the opponent on the ribs.

Although his hands are no better than those who are accustomed to swords, they are covered with calluses through years of work, but they have become drenched with blood in the bones.

Bahram tried to get around behind the opponent, but the big man twisted him and strangled his neck.

This should have declared the end of the battle, but the man only has one intact hand to use.

The boy yelled, tightening his neck muscles to resist the effort to choke him.

Instinct tells him that there is only one simple way to get rid of such a grapple-throw the opponent out with a shoulder throw.

But the difference in body size between the two is too big, and it is difficult to perform such skills.

So he chose to dash backwards, and the two fell back almost at the same time.

The next second, the back of the big man hit a huge pebble. The impact made his head sway forward, and his nose involuntarily hit the back of Bachram's head.

This was fierce enough, even Bachram frowned in pain.

But anyway, this caused the other person to loosen his neck. He turned around and pierced his finger dizzyly.

His index and middle fingers pierced the opponent's face, almost piercing the opponent's eyeballs.

The person then instinctively bowed his head, made a vague sound, and staggered back against the rock wall, slipping to the ground.

A few bullets sou sou passed by, Bachram had to bend down to avoid.

Holding on this opportunity, the man fell to the ground and began to crawl on the gravel.

Looking in the direction where the opponent was climbing, Bahram realized that the man was about to drag himself to the belt that was kicked off earlier, and in the process, his hands were still pushing forward.

"Stop—"

Aware of the danger, Bachram pounced on the big man, held him down, and tried to drag him back.

But the man suddenly burst into immense power, and he dragged Bachram on the ground together, struggling to get close to the belt.

Bahram clamped the opponent's arm tightly with his arm, trying to make him unable to move forward, and grabbed a sharp stone from the side, and madly hammered the man's spine.

In the darkness, humanity fades, and they only have crazy animality.

Although his back was pricked to blood and blood by a stone, the big man was still struggling to move toward his belt.

Ten centimeters, five centimeters, the blood-stained fingers tremblingly grabbed the grenades.

Bahram, who had killed the red eye, suddenly saw a flash of light in the dark.

The dagger he dropped was lying beside them.

So he grabbed the dagger, and at the same time used all his strength to poke it in from behind.

This time, it pierced directly into the heart.

The big man trembled under Bachram, he was still reaching his belt with his arm, and he was only one finger away from it.

He gasped unwillingly.

"Sorry."

Bachram finished speaking in a low voice, drew out his dagger, and slashed it across the opponent's neck from behind.

The outstretched hand fell weakly.

After a brief tremor, there is silence.

Bahram then obtained the hand grenades.

Boom——!

When those hand grenades flew into the crowd, the battle lost suspense.

"How did you fix him just now?"

Everyone gathered around the big man who had just died. Oscar confirmed that this should be the Captain of the squad they destroyed.

After the noisy battle, the silence could no longer stand, and the trembling followed Bachram's spine into his right arm, causing his dagger to shake.

He took a deep breath, adjusted his grip strength, wiped his blood-stained face with his sleeve, and then moved towards the dark gaze, but there was nothing there now.

"I--"

Before Bachram said this, he felt eternity had passed, and his voice sounded like a harsh, hoarse whisper.

"I don't know."

Suddenly, outside the cave, a faint bang rose up, and the boys ran to the entrance of the cave and found a golden flare. gradually raised.

The sunrise on the sixth day has arrived.