Rikalud Alam, the leader of the apologists, stood in a place he needed to guard. He felt confused for the first time in his life. This name was chosen by him fifty years ago. As for the name he was born in the world, he had been forgotten for a long time, and his age was calculated by the timer in his body. It was precisely 97 years old. At least a small part of the remaining flesh and blood on his body was so old.
He is very close to perfect sublimation, very close. Now only seventeen percent of his body is still flesh and blood. The glory, 83 percent of which is worthy of praise are made of steel, iron, copper and titanium, and he receives the blessings of the mechanical god three times a day.
However, he was hesitant about calling himself the leader of the Apostles Army. It was not a humble expression, but a shame - his responsibilities were very important and full of honor, but he still had some human grief in his data processor and kept questioning him.
What is he the master of? A group of slave soldiers?
He deserves better, he deserves more!
However, although he is dissatisfied with his current status, deception can bring comfort and shame can also be used to soothe him. Under the strict system of the mechanical education, he can only do his duty and never end to transform his body so that he can fight with his mechanic soldiers more powerfully.
But in fact, the realm he really likes is Titan, the great god's machinery.
He often went to the fortress of the Death Gaze Legion. When there were only servants on the trench, he would extend a mechanical nerve to the shutdown Titan's shell. His internal processing system produced a series of images, as if he was driving these god machinery, struggling to lead the mechanical spirits in these silent bodies.
He was bored by his position in forging the world's power circle, but he hid well under the eyes of his more respected colleagues who never blinked, and was enough for him to hide his shame, no matter how the power circle hurts his self-esteem.
Now it seems that war is coming, and Rikalud Alam believes that this may be a way for him to break through the existing circle of power by showing his personal abilities—
However, this became the last thing he regretted in the last few minutes of his life.
The Void Shield suddenly disappeared, and then a large group of Astartes landed directly next to the mechanical temple that he thought was very safe.
Astat, a whole battle group, blood-red airborne cabins crashed into the ground, and the last one landed on a flat ground less than a kilometer away from him, and he was in the entire formation of his most trusted apologists.
Rikalud Alam identified their identities, the serrated blood drop mark, the skulls everywhere on the armor and... a quick and ruthless raid.
They roared like savages, and roaring blasters and wielding chain saws tore up all the apologists around them.
The meat-torn one is not good at all...
When Rikalud Alam assigned the apology army to fight against these blood-red tyrannical giants, his regret had just begun to take root, and it was not until it reached its peak in a full seven minutes and nine seconds and disappeared in a blink of an eye.
"Um?"
As soon as Soshiyan reached the ground, he found him standing in a spiral square. Then he noticed a torn cleaning servant not far away, and the beacon was obviously placed on the servant.
A company of Terminators landed with him, and then Soshiyan intervened in the command channel.
"Each battle group attacks according to the original plan, and report any accidents in the middle at any time."
In fact, Suoshiyang doesn't have to come down in person, but he feels that some things must be handled by himself, otherwise there may be troubles.
At this time, a large group of combat robots and fighter servants had arrived. They did not receive any instructions, but simply followed the defense agreement to fight the invaders.
The Terminators raised their weapons and smashed the highly modified mechanical apologists into scrap iron, and the explosive bomb hit the flesh and blood to smash it.
"Go directly to the Mechanical Temple."
Soshiyang took a step directly toward the Mechanical Temple not far away, and a servant with an extra arm rushed towards him, with a rechargeable blade in his hand.
He stretched out his hand, as if he was doing something a little, and then stabbed the scorching sword blade into the mouth of the servant. The sword blade penetrated the modified brain, and the servant shook and fell down.
At this time, there was no airdrop cabin in the sky, and all the airdropped soldiers had landed. The teleportation people also landed safely with the help of Veronica's precise guidance. As for her, after she completed all this, the two agents had been escorted back to the mansion, waiting for the battle to end.
Almost all the battles on the track were put into battle, and thousands of Astart surrounded the entire mechanical temple, and the ending was already destined.
Soon, Soshiyan's team arrived near the forging temple, and other companies of the Astral Knights blocked the enemy troops coming to reinforce at their respective positions according to the plan. The whole process did not take too long.
As soon as he arrived at the entrance of the Mechanical Temple, he saw scarlet all over the ground, and layers of corpses turned the flat ground into unevenness.
Looking along the corpse, the violent blood-red giants were still slaughtering. Because of the good military supplement, each of them chose their favorite weapon and created the most terrifying killing.
"Brother Seth!"
He called without a response, as Seth was running wildly among the enemy group with a huge chainsaw sword.
As he waved a huge chainsaw sword in the name of San Gilles, the broken corpses and heads sprinkled into the sky, and then he kicked the corpse of the apologists away, trying to find the target in the vast sea of ​​people.
Then he saw the figure holding a mechanical tomahawk, cringing behind the apology army and the combat robot.
"Coward! Get out!"
Seth laughed, and in the ocean of thrusting drill bits, interlaced sword blades, waving heavy punches, and laser gun fire nets, a bloody road was set in the ocean. The huge two-handed chain saw drew arcs in the air, destroying everything encountered on the road - chopping and exploding more than a dozen heavy fighter servants, tearing off several huge combat robots, and tearing up hundreds of escort soldiers.
The cut off escort army still stretched out its still-operable robotic arm to try to grab Seth's leg, but the fierce flesh-torcher just stepped by ruthlessly and stomped the heads of the mechanical soldiers.
This is not to say that Angstrom's apology army is weak, on the contrary, they are strong enough, but no matter how much war knowledge the sages of the Mechanical Cult have, they always lack some necessary tactical sense of smell and flexibility.
The whole process ended before Soshyan could stop it. Seth held Rikalud Alam's iron head high, like a tribal savage who had just slaughtered his enemy, and the apologists retreated repeatedly under his roar.
Soshiyang sighed and shook his head. He still wanted to keep these senior members of the mechanical teaching as much as possible, after all, he also had his own ideas.
"Brother Seth, you guys stay here."
Soshyan walked over and Seth turned to him and frowned slightly.
"We can help you open a path, you just have to walk all the way to that thing, brother Soshiyang."
Soshiyang lowered his head mysteriously and said softly:
"There are no enemies inside. I'm worried that there may be some surprises outside. Brother Seth, you are a trustworthy person, so... don't let Riza's people enter for now."
Seth nodded in a clear understanding.
Chapter completed!