God Emperor’s Angel of Death

Rozem has been walking deep into the jungle, occasionally climbing up the steep and rocky ridges, and he is the only person with superhuman strength and endurance who can carry a lot of things on his back. Trek in the jungle.

Under the shade of the tree canopy, the jungle seems to have no day and night, and it is difficult to tell the time.

Rozim has an old-style watch with a black rubber band attached to a steel clock face, but since entering the planet ground, the clock reading has been blank, empty, no time stamp, even There is no time at all, nothing but a flashing rune.

The wind in the mountains wraps around the tree canopy like a group of snakes, and the wind carries intermittent rain, which tastes like blood.

"What's this smell?"

Rozim said, his finger was close to his lips, and then he felt a little sick.

He has been holding his gun steadily, which makes him feel at ease, more reassuring than the jokes in the kitchen.

The gun, strong and reliable, is simply the last strong and reliable thing in the world, no matter which world it is in.

He likes this modified hot-melt gun very much. It has a wooden butt and a gun body, as well as blue steel parts. It is spotless and clean as new. It is not the kind of old and other people. Used and passed down.

In addition, there is an automatic pistol on his waist, which comes from Loken's workshop just like the hot melt.

After leaving the ridge, Rozim passed through another rift.

There was a lowland, a swamp, and there had been a battle, a terrifying encounter, which took place on the overgrown dam and the river channel full of stagnant water.

Looking around, there are human corpses everywhere. Most of them have been dead for two or three days, blackened and swollen due to heat.

The uniforms they wore did not belong to the unit Rozim knew. He guessed that it should be the local guards who fled into the jungle after the defeat, and eventually died here.

"Everyone is from Imperium."

As Rozim stepped over the corpse, he said in discomfort:

"You help me, I Help you, don't blame anyone—"

After that, he bent down and took out a bunch of dog tags from a swollen throat.

"Yavin, the 61st Preparatory Infantry Regiment."

He sighed, then touched the jacket pocket of the corpse, and found a silver pocket watch.

"You can't use it anyway, right, buddy."

There are at least thirty corpses scattered around. Some are on the ground, some are small In the stream, some are in the ditch.

"It stands to reason, I should help you bury it, but now I am in a hurry, I remember the coordinates, and someone will help you clean up in the future...probably."

Rozem said sincerely, then bent down again, took a grenade from the ammunition belt of a corpse, and checked whether it could be used normally.

As we continued to penetrate into the jungle, the moisture became heavier and heavier, and it seemed to seep into his bones. The water droplets covered his clothes, shining like diamonds.

This rainforest seems boundless, and the trees are full of water, like an endless emerald dusk, the whole person is buried in the emerald gloom below the knees.

The dim sunlight passed through the tree canopy, like a dying candle, the emerald green velvet-like moss wrapped the trunk and semi-submerged logs, and the air was full of a rotten smell that tightened the throat. .

The winged insects, each like the exquisite masterpiece of a watchmaker, flapped their wings and flew over his head, swirled, and flew away at an accelerated rate.

Rozem's sweaty palm is holding the gun nervously. The rain forest is not a good place to fight. He has always disliked jungle warfare.

He walked and stopped, stopped from time to time, observed the surrounding environment, and determined his coordinates to prevent the route from deflection.

"This ghost place."

I was complaining, and suddenly everything was silent.

It’s scary. He didn’t realize that until everything was quiet, the rain forest was full of noise: the hum of insects, the sound of hua hua of water, the cracking of shrubs, and the amphibious sound. Kind of zhi zhi sound, bird's cry.

Only when everything came to an abrupt end did he realize how painful it was to stay away from those voices.

He was motionless, pricked his ears, hoping that those voices would come back.

But instinctively told Rozim that danger was approaching, so he raised a hand, turned slowly, and aimed with his gun, and his movements were only produced in the water near his calf. The slightest sound of running water.

叽——!

With a scream, something rushed out of the forest behind him.

The thing is half a human size, similar to a spherical shape, but its legs are slightly shorter than human standards and it has no arms. The whole body has no head and neck, except for the dark yellow eyes, which is a bloody. Mouth wide open like a sacrificial bowl, full of fangs and teeth that only carnivores have.

It rushed and screamed, and the water sprayed and turned into mist.

Then jumped over a piece of semi-sinking wood, and opened a huge mouth forward.

"Fuck!"

Roshimgo broke the fire, and a scorching torrent suddenly hit its torso. The monster's body suddenly bent back and fell into the green pool. In the middle, water splashed everywhere.

It only struggled for a few seconds before it fell silent.

"Then what the hell is--"

As soon as Rozim was about to observe, another monster rushed over, then another one came, and then the fifth one.

They rushed out of the shadow of yellow jade-like, screaming, ignoring the fate of the first one.

"Sun Yunmao!!"

Rozem retreated while firing, with many targets.

If it's an ordinary person, it's certainly impossible to solve so many enemies by one person, but Rozim is also experienced.

He shot one cleanly. The injured little monster fell down screaming and sank into the darkness, but the others made up for it.

Their teeth are yellow bones, and their throats are red.

Rozem moved like wind, after taking a look at the ammunition remaining, he turned around and fired again.

One fell, and then another.

Then he took out his pistol and killed one again.

At this time there was a sixth one. A monster got too close and he could not hit it.

The guy stretched out his sharp teeth, trying to tear his throat.

Rozem stooped to avoid it like lightning, and before the monster stood up again, he lifted it up, and then threw it out, like throwing a scarecrow.

Finally, he shot the monster twice with a pistol.

The silence enveloped everything again, except for the sound of his tight breathing and the knocking between fallen leaves and broken bark.

After that, the noise in the rain forest returned, as if it had never left.

Rozem took a long breath and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

After such a toss, he was tired and hungry and had to find a place to sit down.

"Hungry to death... I knew I had some lunch before I went out..."

Rozim, named by the stomach gu gu, suddenly stared at himself. Boxes on the ground.

"So much...to eat a few...should..."

Thinking, he slowly stretched his hand to his box.

A few minutes later, just as he was about to eat and closed the box again, a voice suddenly sounded.

"Hey!"