God Emperor’s Angel of Death

"Let me get out of this armor."

Makuchen said, then he lost control of his body and spit blood and saliva on the floor. ——It immediately began to dissolve the stone.

"As you bid."

Twenty machine servants responded and began to act awkwardly.

"Hurry up."

Cyllion guarded the entrance arch. When the slaves surrounded him, Markushen threw his double explosive gun to Cyrion.

Afterwards, Cyrion checked the ammunition preparation on the retina display, and the situation was equally not optimistic.

"I will miss this armor."

Cyllion also began to take off the Terminator armor with the help of the slave.

"We are all alive because of this Battle Armor. That lance pierced the Terminator, just like a knife pierced the meat."

Maku Shen nodded agreed, he struggled He stood up, every movement caused muscle cramps, and there was a pain that slipped across his spine.

"I'm afraid I can't hold it for too long..."

Maku said in a panting voice, and wanted to spit out the liquid in his mouth again.

The servants started drilling, unscrewing, and prying.

Talos was relaxed on the sidelines.

"So are we, we didn't come down to win."

Syrion laughed, but said nothing.

When the machine servant was removing Markushen’s power fist, his leg softened, and the poet of the Eighth Legion tripped and needed to lean against the wall to stand.

More blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.

"I will leave it when you go."

Maku said in a low voice:

"I feel my spine is burning and it spreads to me My legs are gone, I can’t keep up with your pace."

Serion glanced at him, nodded.

"He's right, it's time to disperse, Talos, if we hunt her in groups, that Xenos will tear us apart like a cold wind."

Maku Shenhui roared.

"Stop talking about dispersing! Leave me behind, and let the Prophet return to the ground...Valle came for a reason, fool, Talos can't die here."

"You all shut up."

Talos took a deep breath and took off his helmet.

"Serion, keep quiet and pay attention to the tunnel."

Then he stepped forward, carried Markushen's right arm on his shoulder, and said nothing. Support the opponent to move.

"Talos..."

"Shut up."

Makushen’s breathing was intermittent and seemed a little damp in the communication, but he stood He was very straight, holding a heavy heavy explosive gun in his hand-this was his most trusted weapon.

Hearing the movement behind him, Cyrion turned his head. He had already put on a flexible power armor, ready for chainsaws and explosive arrows. The lightning marks on the visor looked like jagged Tears.

After noticing Talos' behavior, he laughed.

"Let's end it all, I am tired of being alive anyway."

Talos also laughed afterwards. He has never felt so funny before. Marcus Shen is nodded. , Grumbled before speaking.

"We'll get you on the ground, prophet, we will peel that Xenos bitch after Valer's talk is over."

"The simple plan is often The best."

Syrian agreed, and the remaining first fierce claws left the room, leaving behind their abandoned precious Terminator armor and the slave without brain lobes gradually disappearing in the dark.

But Talos is still too optimistic.

Makushen became an obstacle after an hour, a problem after two hours, and they were almost motionless after three hours.

"Just forsake me."

Maku held Talos' shoulders, even though he had exhausted all his strength, he could hardly move a few more steps. He knew he had slowed them down.

Talos knows this naturally, and Cyrion knows it too, but Markushen knows better than them.

He has realized that he has come to the end of his destiny, and has opened his arms to welcome it.

"Abandon me, abandon me..."

Maku said non-stop.

"Put down the heavy bomb."

Talos answered like this.

"This can't help."

But Marcus held the heavy bomb even tighter.

"Although leave me behind, I will kill all the Xenos dross who come to me. If she is behind us, I will buy you some time."

Syrion paused for a moment and walked beside Talos and the lame warrior.

After looking at Markushen and taking a deep breath, Cyrion connected to the private communication with Talos.

"Don't waste time and effort, we should leave him, brother."

Talos didn't even glance at Cyrion.

"You should keep silent."

"Talos, Markushen is dying, Xenos left him half of his life in the room. Everyone in the Third Lie Talon He died there too."

Talos shook the head and adjusted the weight of Marku on his shoulders.

"Enough, Sai, I will not leave him, I have to go to Valier."

"Your trust in Skinner is your weakness in battle, but don’t Our lives are dragged in. If you really give up our last hunt, then Markushen is right. You want to get out of the ground, but he slows us down."

Tower Rose narrowed his eyes as he walked.

"Sometimes, Sai, you make it easy for me to understand why Charles hates you."

"Is that so?"

Serion snorted.

"Don’t hide behind his ghost, as if he would smile and cheer for your feelings. Charles will be the first person to abandon him. You know this as well as I am. This is me. And one of the few consensuses he has ever reached."

Talos did not answer.

"brother."

Makuchen suddenly said calmly.

"I heard her, she rushed from the darkness."

But the Prophet only increased his efforts, and Cyrion stood beside Makuchen. On one side, he kicked and staggered forward with the injured warrior.

"Talos."

Marcus snorted.

"Shut up and move."

"It's time, Throne of Flames, Soul Hunter! It's time, abandon me and run."

Talowston stopped in his footsteps————

After one minute, the two survivors began to run wildly.

They ran fast, their boots stepped on the stone, and never looked back.

The strengthened muscles are bundled and moved in fiber bundles, while the three lungs and two hearts operate in the undulating chest cavity.

Talos jumped over a pile of rocks, dexterous as a gust of wind.

His eyepiece flashes with rune, and it is estimated that his current speed is between 84 and 87 kilometers per hour.

Whenever he is forced to skid on a turn or jump from an adjacent wall in order to maintain the illusion of speed, these numbers will drop.

After they ran for seven full minutes, Talos cursed in a low voice, and Cyrion noticed a little bit of crying.

At the edge of the retina, the remaining three life symbols of the first fierce claw become two, and a horizontal line whistled past on the tactical eyepiece......