"This...is unacceptable, what exactly is it..."
Pamong's eyes were completely stuck by the tragic situation on the screen. He could not even care about the gate that had been broken by the temple at this time - the gate that tens of thousands of escorts had not stepped on was now occupied by the unknown Black Sun battle flag. Due to the internal enemies, the defenders did not have enough firepower to threaten these main attacking troops. Their overweight tanks drove directly to close range and then bombarded at various fire points, and then infantry rushed out of the armored vehicles.
They also used a huge land war fortress, just like a land boat (Iron Hand student had done it before, but later he went to other places to study and left things behind). Their existing weapons could not deal with such things at all, so they could only let the other party open to the door.
But none of these are enough to shock the bishop so much. After all, what is more shocking than a pure-blooded angel with the highest combat power of the sect in armor like a giant slaughtering animals?
"My Lord?"
The flag-protecting acolyte beside him asked cautiously, but Bamon did not answer his subordinates.
On the contrary, he left the screen and had seen enough, waves of pure and mixed blood were slaughtered by the enemy like chopping melons and vegetables.
Once such an enemy appears, there is no suspense in the war.
Moreover, he had used up all the soldiers who could be sent to the killing field, and there was no reinforcement force to be summoned, and there were battles everywhere...
"My Lord."
The flag-guarding acolyte unwisely pulled the sleeves of Pamon's cloak to get his attention.
"It's time for you to leave. We have to go into the tunnel and take you to a safe place where you can fall, but we can-"
"No!"
Bamon knocked off the clawed hand.
"There will be no way out, there will be no retreat, it is... over, and the Order will pay the price for the wrong choice."
"But my Lord, if you stay, believers will not be able to defend you, and there is little force left, no time, no reinforcements..."
"What can we do if we leave? If we lose the Red Temple, where do you think we can retreat? Once this place falls, the entire line of defense will completely collapse, the enemy will pour in and strangle us all. Can we retreat to the ground? The underground passage is even blown up by ourselves because we are afraid of the metal monsters... and say that we retreat to the desert full of radiation, and then let the slave soldiers riding mechanical war horses chase us through our butts and massacre us? There is no choice, if we lose this place, we will lose everything."
As soon as the words were finished, a thud of a bang was heard, and the door of the hall was knocked open, and both arms were cut off. The distorted master, whose huge body was left, fell back to the ground, a long weapon was deeply inserted into its mutated head, and then a magnificent body stalked in. The deformed corpse, which was cut in half or beheaded behind him, did not last long, and some of the Terminators were still releasing firepower, and some followed their commanders in.
Seeing the enemy, the flag-protecting acolyte quickly drew out his pistol.
Bamon was very calm. He just issued a mental command when the other party was about to pull out the weapon inserted into the distortion master's head.
In an instant, two "statuary" above the door frame disappeared from their original place.
At the same time, two ghostly figures had appeared on the left and right of Soshiyang, and they put the two swords in X-shaped shape on their chest. The scepter behind them emitted a ripple, and the speed was almost as fast as that of the samurai of the spiritual tribe—
This is the bishop's last killer move, his guardian in person.
The guardian with perseverance and inhuman patience can change from a gloomy stand-up to a blurry afterimage in the blink of an eye. This sudden fatal explosion beheads the target in the flash like Likat jumping out of the shadow. The guardian's swords flashed with uneasy cold light in the silence of the mist, eager to taste the splashed blood, and even reacted faster than the purebred gene stealers. They can even compare with the spiritual race in martial arts. Whether in war or negotiation, the guardian of the sect faithfully fulfilled the duties of a bodyguard.
The biggest feature and ability of the guardians is that they will not reveal a trace of aura before acting, or even exude a trace of hostility.
The scepter behind the guardian is a complex neural jammer, carefully crafted by the leader, and the unstable energy waves it emits can defeat the enemy's spiritual barriers.
But the mental interference emitted by the guardian scepter was useless. Then Fentian, who was moving faster than them, passed by with the brain of the distorted master. A guardian tried to dodge but it was too late. The moment Fentian passed, a large chunk of ripe flesh fell off his bones like a chunk of ripe flesh.
Before waving the sharp blade, the other was grabbed by the opponent's big hand and smashed it to the ground. Its only counterattack was to use the scorpion tail to mark a shallow mark on the opponent's arm armor - the double swords were not the only weapon of the guardian, and there was a strange-shaped poison tail hidden under their robes.
The two guardians were killed instantly, and the flag guardian was so shocked that they could not close their mouths. Bamon seemed to have expected such a result, sighed and asked:
"Who are you?"
"Astadt, your destroyer."
Soshiyang answered the bishop aloud and kicked the body of the guardian on the ground.
"You have such warriors, which are a little more powerful than I thought."
But Bamon did not respond to this, but just squeezed out a cold smile.
"Astate... don't think you are sure to win. The existence of the Order is rooted in the cruel oppression of the mechanical slave owners. As long as such oppression exists for one day, the Order will never die!"
"Ha, if you kill the patriarch, you will die."
When he heard the other party mention the patriarch, Bameng's face suddenly changed. He did not expect that the other party would understand their structure so well.
Then you must never let it live!
The bishop raised his exquisite star scepter, a psychic pulse accumulated from the crystal embedded in the tip of the scepter, and was about to burst out. This was his last resistance, detonating the weapon of destruction buried underground, which they found from the secret arsenal of the mechanical slave owners. It was marked as the highest level of danger, and its power may be extremely terrifying, and it was buried at his feet at this time.
Just one psychic command is needed...
"What..."
However, the psychic spark on his scepter was annihilated in just a blink of an eye and was not released at all.
When he looked up, the other party's shadow had already enveloped him, and the body of the flag-protecting acolyte who was beheaded in half twitched on the ground, and he didn't even know when it happened...
Less than an hour from the beginning to the end, the bishop's body was hung on the outer wall of the temple. The defenders in the Red Temple sensed the bishop's death as soon as possible. This spiritual tear caused them to collapse completely and soon destroyed under the joint strangulation of the Space Marines and the auxiliary army.
After occupying the Red Temple, Soshiyang immediately ordered the energy supply to be cut off, and then the army swept all the way to the key nodes of the enemy-occupied area. In less than nine hours, the defenders of the Black Limb Cult Group entrenched in Cuifanke City were completely defeated, leaving only a small number of troops carrying out desperate guerrilla warfare in the ruins of the city, but the Mechanical Cult had completely blocked the area until the last alien was eliminated.
Chapter completed!