However, despite the efforts of the Imperial Army to organize resistance, the nightmare was not over. The soldiers were frightened to find that the shadow was also attacking them. Many twisted hands meandered out of the shadows, and desperate people shot into the darkness, but they could not stop one person after another from being dragged into the shadows. Cruel laughter burst out from the screams of the dead.
Only those fanatical traitors were not affected. Some of them wore masks and some wore robes and came out sneakily from everywhere, and they were singing, and the Elegy of Death greeted them.
After killing more than a dozen deserters and officers in succession, political commissar Millard forced everyone to make a final resistance in the roar of the demon.
As the petrified lizard and Riemanrus behind him opened fire, the ground began to tremble, and the fire burst into an array of traitors and monsters, and a large number of mortals were killed in volleys, but had little effect on those monsters.
Soon, the crazy monsters tore through the defense line, and a considerable number of soldiers collapsed and began to escape, but they were quickly swallowed by the shadows, and the remaining soldiers roared and fought, but fell hundreds more, which was far from enough to stop the tide-like enemies.
The political commissar activated the Power Sword, and he had successfully killed a monster and several mobs, but his arms holding the sword were also sore and trembling. More importantly, he is not sure whether he should let the soldiers retreat. Communications were disturbed and could not call for reinforcements. They continued to stay and would likely be wiped out.
Just as the political commissar was in a dilemma, a mob wearing a white mask quietly solved the problem from behind with a rusty sword in his hand, trying to pierce him.
But the next second, the roar of the explosive bomb sounded, tearing the man into a ball of meat paste.
The political commissar widened his eyes in surprise. When he turned around and looked into the distance, a possibility would release the hope that was pressed into his heart.
It passed through his ears and reached his heart, making the heartbeat as exciting as a war drum.
The traitors and even monsters also froze, and they felt the same feeling as the political commissar.
It was like a thunderbolt, a bell.
Then the azure light flowed like the brilliant light when the sun rose, painfully bright and the political commissar had to cover his eyes, and the hot plasma passed by like thunder.
He could hear the war cry from afar, the sound was incredibly loud and deep.
As the light gradually faded, the political commissar looked into the distance with sacred ecstasy.
Three javelin speed attack boats passed through the darkness at extremely fast speeds, two of which were twin laser cannons installed on both sides were firing wildly towards the dense areas of monsters, while the leading one was spraying a deadly torrent with a cyclone missile launcher.
They were extremely fast, and they instantly passed over everyone's heads, causing loud thunder and strong winds.
Then there was the armored queue that was running from Mercedes-Benz. The main guns of the Sikaran combat tank flashed, and bombs on both sides of the car body blasted together. Those seemingly terrifying monsters suddenly turned into mud under the fierce firepower.
The surviving soldiers burst into cheers, knowing that they were saved, the emperor's angel of death came, and the guardians of the human empire responded to their prayers and would save them.
When Rand stopped the track, he declared that the Angel of Death had officially arrived here.
They used their own battle cry to fight the demon's roar.
"Immortal battle flag, hoisting flags!"
Their swords flashed in the darkness with pure light, and their bomb guns roared with angry guttural sounds.
"Knight in the Star Realm, break through the hosts!" (How about this war cry from the Middle Ages)
The traitor began to scream and die, and the shadows retreated. The iron boots ruthlessly stepped across the destroyed corpse, and the plasma light blew away the darkness.
The Astral Knights ignored more enemies, but rushed through the battlefield and headed straight for the evil church, where the javelin speed attack boats had begun to pour fire into the house, and their mission was to prevent the enemy from escaping.
At this moment, something incredibly big let out a moan and then laughed.
Then the church began to move, moaning, growling, and laughing.
As the pillars supporting the church bent, the broken stone fell down, and then a shell hit its shoulder, and the deformed building shook back a few times, and the hollow door screamed.
It pointed to the javelin speed attack boat. The flesh-colored rope emerged from the ground, but was easily avoided.
The Knights of the Star Realm pressed up, and all kinds of heavy firepower continued to spit out, and the gravel continued to fall off with the attack.
The church was still deforming, melting, flowing, dripping, and now it looked like a demon, smoke rolling out of its hands, solidifying into a saw with barbs and extremely cruel.
But it didn't have time to attack, and the continuous firepower made the statue stagger back.
The firepower of the second company has been so fierce that it overwhelmed the witchcraft, plasma, hot melt, and various armor-breaking bombs that made it into a pool of garbage.
Robin then led his squad to seize the opportunity to rush forward, and a hymn of hatred of the enemy came from their helmet speakers. The squad was all users of gray, and that powerful force was activated at the same time as the jet pack was ignited.
The moment they landed on the ruins of the church, the air around them screamed terriblely.
Robin rushed into the door that seemed to be a beast with sharp teeth, ignoring the demons huddled in the shadows and came to the position he sensed.
There were three things standing on it, one of which was hiding in the shadows, but you could see the other side constantly rising a little smoke. I don’t know what to do, and there was a huge beast crawling at the feet, like a giant cat, and with some sub-space creatures. There was a lizard-like umbrella crown on the head to the neck.
The other is wearing old-fashioned Mk3 armor, which looks particularly barbaric in appearance, with a thick wedge-shaped helmet and an additional front armor plate. The reddish shell is covered with tumors of various colors. He does not wear a helmet, a pale face that looks like a lizard, dark eyes, and a sharp big mouth with no lips occasionally spits out a sharp and thin tongue like a short sword. A horn-like structure extends from his forehead, and both hands grows sharp and slender bone blades. The eagle emblem on the chest plaque has long disappeared, and the ball emblem on the right shoulder plaque has disappeared. Both are replaced by strange patterns he does not know, like a fire snake.
The third is a huge beast. The armor of the past was fused to a muscular frame. The former coating surface and the symbols of the battle group were blurred and bubbled. The plastic steel plate armor turned into a living metal, thickened and split, and pulled into a curve that was more similar to a creature, with black liquid oozing out from the joints.
Swarms of black flies hovered around him, but in the center of the decayed storm, a face that looked more like a dead person than alive, with only sick skin and a pair of dim yellow eyes.
The guy held a meteor hammer in his hand, the handle seemed to be cut from the leg bone of a monster, and his head was from a black stone - it was so black, sucking light hornyly.
On his other arm, there was a shield as tall as him, bound by layers of human skin, and different tones were forged into a symbol of triple spherical shape of nermometer.
Robin chuckled, twisted his neck, and turned the sword in his hand.
Chapter completed!