"Stand by!"
On the other hand, Castor is also directing the slanderers to resist. Close combat is their specialty, but the aliens are too cunning to go forward at all. As for taking the initiative-
No matter how arrogant he was, he didn't think that his legs could catch up with a spiritual race.
Suddenly, a plasma grenade exploded somewhere to his left, and he was knocked to the ground, his abdomen twitching and trembling due to pain.
But soon adrenaline wiped away the pain, and he raised the plasma in his hand, burst out with dense energy, and shot at the aliens hiding outside the gap. As for whether to hit anything, he couldn't say it well.
Not far away, the blaster in Barack's hand was also pounding, and suddenly a slander beside him fell backwards, twitching, and rolling, with a big hole in his helmet.
"Be careful! There are alien snipers!"
While loudly reminding him, he picked up the weapons and remaining ammunition of his dead comrades.
If the stalemate has been so stalemate, the malicious warriors can continue to resist. They also fantasized that the fleet could get rid of the alien interception and send support to withdraw them as soon as possible, but Castor already had a bad premonition.
Suddenly, he heard neat footsteps, which made him even mistakenly think it was reinforcements.
But when he looked at the place where the sound was made, he was shocked.
From the gap of the giant explosion-proof door that was completely blasted open, an entire alien army was wearing more ancient layered silver armor, with pointed helmets, with faces covered by smooth enclosed masks, holding huge tower shields and flag-clad spears, like a wall of steel.
"What's the situation? Is this a spiritual race?"
Barack also made a surprise sound, and then shot the other party several times.
What happened even more shocking happened. The explosive bombs were all blocked by an invisible barrier and exploded in the air. Barack remembered that he was clearly aiming, but some explosive bombs flew out of the other party's head.
"Vinia, these elves have strange things."
"You just discovered it? Castor, they looked like...a mixture of several elves, and we've never seen such aliens before."
"Did we cause some big trouble? So the spirits united together to ambush us."
"I can't answer what you said, but-"
Just as they were talking, something slipped in from the ventilation opening in the central hall, and then flew over a capsized pier and pounced on a malicious warrior.
The scream immediately attracted Castor's attention. He turned around and saw the gray beast tearing the warrior's power armor with his teeth and claws, and immediately fired and reminded:
"Ugur! They actually have Ugur!"
More than a dozen Ugurs came to the defense line of the malicious warriors with the help of ventilation ducts, and then the chain saw began to roar, and the malicious warriors began to fight against these beasts in despair.
"Brothers! I'd rather die than surrender! For the Emperor!"
Under this situation, Viniya suddenly realized that his hundreds of years of service might be over. He was not a sentimental person, or even cruel.
But at the last moment, he was determined to have a commendable way of death that the Emperor Angels had.
Everyone has their own way of loyalty to the Emperor. He never thinks that his past actions were wrong, and he can go back to the throne without fear. Only the Emperor is qualified to judge his soul.
With a big laugh, Viniya shot Ugur, who was closest to him, and then knocked the opponent down. He waved his heavy power gloves and hit the opponent's head hard, directly hammering the ugly head.
Castor also overturned a beast to the ground, shot the opponent's head with explosive bombs, and then directed the slander to launch a counterattack against the shield-holding spirits who had already rushed into the hall.
Sergeant Lokar, who belonged to the Viniya Company, also joined the attack of the slanderers. He had always wanted to break away from the original company and join these elite soldiers, but his company commander did not want his best veterans to leave the company.
Now, he needs to show himself.
The battle between the two sides became fierce, the central hall was filled with fire, and mortals were killed and injured, although no spiritual race was wasted firepower on them.
"kill!"
Lokar waved his chain saw and rushed to the spirit races that were waiting in line. These cowardly aliens dared to make a biography in front of the emperor's warriors, which was simply a provocation!
However, before he could swing the chain saw, the spiritual races in front of him suddenly slid neatly to the left and right, revealing a tall black god of death.
However, Locar did not stop, and the chainsaw in his hand waved a series of complex tricks and directly chopped the other party's head.
A strange skeleton cross was standing behind the alien in black armor. Facing the whistling chain saw, he raised the sickle-like gun in his hand, smashing the chainsaw sword in Lokar's hand, which made him stand still in place in surprise. Then the two Trip Guards used flashing spears on the left and right to nail the helmet with heavy blows.
When did Tao Steel and blood splatter, Lokar's hands were hanging down weakly and then fell backwards.
Locar's death shocked Castor, who was attacking the shield formation. He knew that this person's ability had actually died like this, so he immediately realized that the mysterious black armored spirit race was probably the other party's commander.
If the Space Marine wants to turn the Jedi, there is usually only one choice—
Beheading!
Castor immediately escaped from the shield formation and asked the slanderers to cover him with explosive bombs and rushed straight to the black armored spirit clan.
He took two steps forward and rushed forward, placing a feint, but the plasma in his hand had already accumulated strength.
However, his actions could not escape the eyes of a mortal, but he could not escape the eyes of a Phoenix Lord. As soon as he raised his hand, he raised his shields and directly annihilated the plasma ball in the turbulent air.
Seeing that he missed a blow, Castor immediately retreated to avoid the lasers that were shooting. Then he led the slanderers to charge, fire, and rush forward again and again, but he defeated the alien shield formation every time.
More death gods wearing black armor and holding heavy weapons appeared. They fired a large number of micro missiles behind the shield array, causing the surrounding air to be filled with suffocating fire and energy jets. Castor could no longer organize the attack, and the enemy's firepower overwhelmed them, and their bullets were basically exhausted and could only be huddled behind the cover.
The shadow danced at the top of his vision, and he could hear jets and gunboats hovering outside the central hall, thick metal bursting into scorching debris.
Suddenly, Castor felt a pain in his face, something hit his chin, and then he fell sideways, his throat in pain as if swallowing a piece of coal. In his blurry sight, his comrades around him fell one by one.
The strong shield array of the alien suddenly split a hole and walked out of a slender figure wearing a short golden cloak. The ugly alien face seemed to be sneering at him-
Chapter completed!