God Emperor’s Angel of Death

"Knock out all those things!"

Almin didn’t come to support this time but he didn’t come empty-handed. Randall gave them a killing move. ,

After giving the order, Almin turned around and returned to the fight, moved towards a green-skinned fiercely, and threw the headless corpse back into the city.

Thunder Eagle joined the battle with rumbling sound. The fire web of automatic guns, heavy blasting guns and rockets it carried was tearing the panicked green team, but its real terrifying weapon was not this.

Under its wings, sixteen missiles are ready to go.

With a scream, those rockets separated from the wings and went straight to the greenskin.

When the first missile landed, the high-temperature plasma gas ruptured the missile body, and then a large amount of yellow-green gas whizzed out, igniting the most deadly Fire of the galaxy at the moment of contact with the air. Death.

Phosphating missiles, this is Landauer's final means to Almin.

Only in the blink of an eye, the destructive phosphorous fire washed the ground outside the retaining wall like a tsunami, and the uncrossable fire wall kept catching groups of green skins, turning them into fly ash within a few seconds.

The temperature of the flame is so high, and the gas is so deadly that mortals can't stay on top of the city, they can only wear a gas mask and leave the protective wall.

There are no more green skins climbing up the ladder. The ladder on the city wall is quickly pushed off the wall or chopped up.

Almin watched the remaining Oukbarbs being driven off the battlefield, but he was not happy in his heart. He knew that his hole cards had been exhausted, and there was no doubt that the greenskins already knew about the raid. The location of the city entrance, the next raid on them will only be more deadly.

"We held it!"

Almin shouted loudly, loud enough to make sure everyone could hear him when he raised the blood-stained sword.

Many soldiers began to cheer, but most of them can only make a fist and beat their heart, or give a sky eagle.

"Hades will never fall!"

Yarik responded to him from a distance, watching his warriors raise their guns to celebrate the victory, but still so The number of soldiers made is even rarer than when they first repelled Greenskin on the city wall.

Almin knows this point more clearly,

"May God Emperor save us."

He has never seen such a turbulent enemy, such a huge quantity.

We will fall.

That's what he thinks in his heart at the moment.

Unless the chapter leader can come back.

The long image of Chapter in his mind regained his strength.

"We will stay here until Chapter Long returns."

He breathed his breath, and the firmness in his voice came from the faith he truly believed in.

"Boss, our cannons can't fire."

The big skill beast Kimide said aggrieved in front of the bonecrusher.

It took a while for the Bonebreakers to realize that what Dajiba said was broken—their artillery units at the rear did not respond to the precious artillery, even though the human retaining wall was almost completely Expose to them.

Actually, the real calculations of the bone crushers are not those brats.

Boy, how much you want, even the horrible flames of humans did not surprise him, he was even satisfied, because he knew that the more powerful things are, the scarcer the humans are. After using those weapons, they just sit down and wait to die.

But the misfire of the artillery surprised him.

This time he personally hosted the Hades siege, on the one hand because they teleported directly to the nest capital, on the other hand, although the last adventure made him miss his most valuable goal , But the beast Kimide still got a lot of good things, such as the precise transmission technology mastered by ancient Ulanook.

Bonecrusher knows that the current situation is dying, so he desperately needs big skills to get some good things that can reverse the situation, and making those good things requires very large resources, so he must occupy this nest All.

"Damn it, let me see what went wrong."

Bonecrusher slammed the bodyguard beside him and ordered:

" When the fire goes out, continue fighting. Don't stop, understand?"

The bonebreaker heard the noise in the artillery position that hadn't left yet.

"You damn thief, stole my drop of cannonballs!! Come back! One hundred...no, three hundred!"

"You can blow Sigug Right! There are one hundred there. I borrowed fifty from you. Do you know how to count? Last time you owed me one hundred!"

"A thief is a thief! You got me drunk It’s not a loan! You still used an iron rod to poke my eyes!"

"That was what you asked for! I said I wanted you to agree to it."

" Fart, you wear a pair of pants with those blue-faced ghosts!"

"I have had enough of this nonsense, you better start showing respect for me."

"Otherwise?"

"This way!"

When the Bonecrusher walked in, he saw two mechanics fighting, one of them hit the other On his chin, his fangs were cracked.

Then the other one also not to be outdone, a wrench hit the opponent's forehead, and blood spattered immediately.

The more they fought, the more fierce they were, they both beat each other with their greatest strength, and the fart spirit obediently gave way in front of the two quarreling green skins.

Following an old punch, the one holding the wrench was beaten and flew out and landed at the feet of a silhouette whose head and shoulders were higher than the opposing mechanic.

"Go away, you idiot."

The beaten mechanic roared, still grabbing his bloody wrench with one hand.

When he stood up, he realized who the silhouette was, and his jaw relaxed.

"Who are you calling, idiot?"

The sound was like a landslide, sliding out of the trunk-like chest of the war leader.

"Are you two destined not to be like mechanics?"

Bonecrusher continued, approaching the two cowering Oukes.

"Why do you guys fight like assholes?"

The one who fights harder is the first to react, which saved his life.

"The cannonballs are all used up here, and that guy is hiding it himself!"

He said hurriedly, and stayed away from the other party.

"This...this..."

The mechanic with the wrench stammered, and the little brain struggled to think about how to lie.

When he tried to reply, there was no chance.

The giant mechanical claw on the right arm of the bonecrusher slowly moved upwards, and then fell unstoppably, cutting the craftsman in half amidst a terrifying creak.

The wreckage fell to the ground and the blood splashed on the surviving body.

The guy tried to move, but like a parent who reached out to the wrong child, the bonecrusher grabbed the opponent's shoulder with his bloody claws and kicked him flying.

"Waste."

The warlord said in a low voice:

"Why are there no shells!"

"This—"

The half-kicked mechanic stammered.

"Boss, it’s been a long time since the guy carrying the cannonballs from behind, and we can’t do anything about it. It’s okay to make some bullets here, it’s too slow to make cannonballs."

"Then Quickly check it out for me! Why!"

"Yes, yes!"

The mechanic got up and Ma Liu left.

But the bonebreaker felt a little uneasy for some reason.