"Mom... can I still play with Brother Hammer in the future..."
Hearing this, her mother turned her head, revealing her face with some traces of angel blessing, with a sad expression in her eyes, and then nodded.
"If you have a chance in the future..."
After saying that, she continued to work hard again.
Willie was a little confused. Her mother's attitude was very strange. Brother Hammer often played with them. It was big and big, and she looked silly. She often carried a big hammer because the children couldn't remember its name, so they always called him Brother Hammer. However, although it was big, her personality was very gentle. Once Willie drowned into a mechanical pipe and fell down. Brother Hammer tried her best to lift the huge machine before she was about to suffocate. After that, the two became good friends and established a unique telepathy.
But not long ago, she felt like a piece of her heart had been cut off and became uneasy.
"Mother--"
Just as she was about to speak again, her mother rushed over, hugged her and covered her mouth, her eyes showing a terror.
Willie also heard heavy footsteps outside the closed door of the shack. Usually only Brother Hammer can make such footsteps...
But there were more than one footstep, and there seemed to be several, chaotic intertwined, accompanied by a language she could not understand.
At this time, her mother was already so angry that she didn't dare to breathe. She just hugged in the corner of the shack with her daughter, looking at the thin door in despair.
It was unknown how long it took, but the sound gradually disappeared, and she let go of her hand and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Willie, stop talking, mom is taking you for life."
"Escape?"
"Stop talking, okay?"
"Um..."
Then she started to tossing the door again, and Willy stared blankly in her arms with the doll. Suddenly, she sniffed. Although it was very subtle, she still felt the connection she had established in the past...
What does Brother Hammer taste like?
So she walked carefully to the door to make sure that her mother would not be alarmed. Then she stretched out her hand and quietly opened the metal door bit by bit, revealing a gap in the door.
When she looked out the door, her eyes lit up and then the whole door was pulled open.
"Mother!"
Hearing her daughter's voice, she turned her head and her eyes almost popped out of her sockets.
"Brother Hammer is here to help us!"
Willie, who had a flower-like smile on her face, pointed to the door happily, and at the same time, the distorted head also appeared outside the door, but was hung on the waist of a giant white armored man covered in purple blood. At the same time, a hand holding the warhammer tightly reached into the room - (Write Yile, don't scold me...)
When the leader Lagu was thrown to the cracked stone slabs in the cellar, his first move was to kneel down and beg, and when he looked up, they were there, the elders of the sects.
They attached themselves to the surrounding walls, attached to each other, and even to the ceiling, hooked with their claws, and the angel blood of their bodies overwhelmed humans, with carapaces in their skin, purple-black or light blue, some with three arms, some with four arms, but all had a long neck and bloated head, as well as hot amber eyes, and corrugated scales on their shoulders and bodies.
These are the oldest generation in the sect, second only to the pure blood angel in terms of blood. Although Ragu is also the first poet monk with the third generation of blood, he must kneel down in front of them.
"Elders..."
The sharp claws of Ragu's third hand drew a shallow mark on the ground, proving his anxiety at the moment.
"Please forgive me, I have no choice."
"You should...your troops...to guard there..."
One of the second-generation mixed species made a vague hiss.
"Yes, of course I think, but yes... But we are not large enough, many of our fortifications were blown up from the beginning, many of our loved ones and warriors were buried alive, burned to death, and there were too few heavy weapons on our hands... The enemies, the huge iron men, with warhammers and chain saws, were slaughtering us, and even the pure blood angels could not resist, and it would be useless for us to die there-"
"Excuse!"
The mixed seed with four arms roared.
"Punishment! Tear it apart!"
Another request was made.
"Replace him!"
Lagu lowered his head, knowing that this was not what he deserved. He had tried his best to fight. His troops, tens of thousands of relatives, had only a few thousand people evacuated from that hell.
But at this time another voice was deeper, coming from a dark corner, vaguely with the majesty that surpassed the second generation of mixed races.
"It's not Ragu's fault."
The hisses of the mixed people gradually subsided in this voice, and neither voluntarily nor forced, they could interrupt the person's words.
A bishop-shaped figure in a gorgeous robe, holding a scepter, and a somewhat aged face walked out of the shadow, followed by a flag-holding acolyte.
After the bishop stopped, he stared at Lagu with his eyes with a psychic halo and said slowly:
"No one can hold on for 2 hours under such an offensive."
"So we have to accept the bitter fruits of the failure of this uprising."
Another sharper voice suddenly sounded, and then the second bishop came out. He held a serpentine curved sword in one hand and the other. His skin and posture looked much younger, and a flag-holding acolyte was also followed by him.
"We must accept failure calmly. If we continue to think that there is still hope for persistence, the sect will die in the loss. I have received information from the mechanical slave owners who have invited those brutal reinforcements from the stars, namely giants in armor. If we are really sure that it has failed to stay here, we should transfer as soon as possible, concentrate all our elite forces, escape from the acid swamp in the south, go to a more hidden place, and wait for the next opportunity."
"With our current strength, to break through at this scale, it is equivalent to pushing our patriarch and our Holy Father into the fire pit. I cannot accept that the city of Coke Oven has not yet fallen... and the mechanical slave owners have already been prepared and alert. Do you think the church party is still likely to grow again after the transfer? Unless there is a different world."
The two bishops seemed to be arguing, but showed no signs of struggle. At the critical moment of life and death of the Order, the invisible spiritual pull ensures that they know what is most important.
"Then, there's only the third way left..."
At this time, a low murmur sounded, and the two bishops quickly retreated aside, and the other mixed races quickly climbed down from the high ground and lay on the ground. Lagu was even more lying on the ground, because he knew that he was not even qualified to kneel down in front of it.
The huge body of the patriarch emerged from the shadows, and its vicious eyes were filled with a humanized anxiety and determination. In the end, all gene thieves received its decision-
The main force retreated to the ground, preserved its strength, leaving only a few troops to continue guerrilla street fighting in the city!
Chapter completed!