"spread!"
The moment the killers quickly left their positions, the dazzling arc of energy spread the crisp sound of discharge and the smell of ozone in the air, and then covered it like raindrops.
In a very short time, the remaining three killers reached a consensus that they would first solve the enemy's commander and then escape.
Tactics and strategies are quickly formed in their minds,
A killer ran quickly between the huge posts and unbuttoned all the gun holsters around his waist.
A thunderous explosion ran through the entire catacomb, and a undead warrior suddenly fell backward to the ground, and energy splashed out from his broken chest.
In the other direction, the second killer rotated his body at an incredible speed to avoid the Gaussian rays and pulled out the third pistol. This was a macro-shooting pistol. The shooting speed was very fast, almost a heavy machine gun was firing, and it could fire hundreds of thunderous solid bullets in a few seconds. The bodies of several space warriors were directly broken.
McCarthy quickly climbed up a pillar and jumped quickly to the other as the metal evil spirits shot at him. Even with the surging light arcs surrounding him, his aiming was unshakable. The heavy needle-punched pistol shattered the heads of the undead warriors, causing the fragments to scatter.
He found that these metal evil spirits were indeed accurate and deadly when shooting, but their reactions were also mechanical and rigid, which was more rigid than mechanical slave soldiers, almost the same as those of a masturbation servant.
He is very experienced in dealing with such goals.
As a group of space warriors pointed their guns at him neatly, McCarthy jumped into the air, and a handsome spiral swept his cloak aside, which really confused the dull machinery.
And after Thomas swiveled and landed on them, he revealed his third hand, which clasped an arc pistol.
With the next gunshot, a blue and white arc flashed by, and the body of a undead warrior immediately exploded like a fireball due to energy overload. McCarthy took a step to avoid the burning wreckage and rushed towards the guy who looked like a commander.
But at this moment, a stinging pain came from his mind, and a killer who was covering him was killed - another ghost of the tomb drilled out of the floor behind him. The ghost's tail and claws directly surrounded the killer. It had no chance to shout, and it was cut off by pliers and cut into pieces of bloody red ribbons.
But at this point, McCarthy was already focused on it. He was trapped in the ultimate hunting state. At this time, he only had his own goals in his eyes.
A Gaussian beam shot towards his thighs, and with the help of the extreme reaction, he avoided it, and grabbed the sluggish metal evil spirit on the side as another beam rushed towards his chest to block this - no matter what protocol they were bound by, their reactions were straightforward and mechanical.
Throwing away the scapegoat who was blown away in his chest, McCarthy then calmly blew the head of the enemy opposite, then turned around and shot through the other body.
His target was standing tall and burly, as if waiting for him to come. McCarthy didn't know that he was not facing a commander, but a technician and a technician.
"Kill you! McCardi!"
Roaring his most commonly used slogan when "executing justice", McCarthy swirled his three pistols, accurately projecting dense bullets toward the opponent's head and chest, as well as several positions on his legs with surprisingly relaxed movements.
At the same time, a beam of energy was shot out from the technician's staff, forming a shield, absorbing most of the bullets, and only a few hit the opponent's shoulders and chest, rubbing sparks.
McCardie stood there with a painful and shocked expression, and even more pure anger.
He lowered his waist like a wild wolf and slid to the right, avoiding the Gauss rays behind him, and two grenades flew out of his hands.
With two loud bangs, the shock wave pushed the technician to one side and destroyed its shield. The technology suddenly burst into a noise-like roar, like a static electricity, which brought McCarthy enough to make him feel comfortable and gratifying.
The killer ran and shot again
However, the technician turned around and blocked the round with his cloak. The beetles actually devoured the bullets, and their glittering bodies scattered with the impact.
McCarthy was almost a afterimage running at high speed. He realized that he had few bullets. If he could not kill him with one blow, he would not even have the chance to run away, not to mention that only one left to restrain him-
The tingling sensation in his mind suddenly slowed down.
The last comrade was also killed. After restraining hundreds of space warriors and killing more than a dozen, the killer was attacked by the ghost of the tomb. Although he avoided the sharp blade, he did not dodge the shooting. He was hit on the back by a green light. The armor, flesh and bones on his body instantly dissociated from the atomic level, turning into a ball of crimson particles and falling to the ground.
"Fight!"
McCarthy let go and shot at the technician with all his strength to suppress the opponent's actions. After shooting all the bullets and energy, he threw away three love guns and drew two sharp blades from behind his waist, one of which was his decapitation blade and the other was the high Zhoubo blade used by the Rust Seeker.
He held the scimitar in his mouth, held the low-sounding high Zhoubo blade in his third hand, galloped quickly on all fours, avoiding the incoming energy and the speed of Gaussian light, and then rushed towards the necromancer like a hungry wolf preying on it.
Faced with such a fast and flexible opponent, the technician showed great discomfort and could only passively wield the scepter to defend.
McCarthy was crazy, hitting one blow after another, and each knife was only a little short of hitting the technician's head, but the alien made up for its technical shortcomings with its strength and toughness.
As the sparks burst, the blades were filled with colors, reflecting the morbid green light of the pyramid.
After a few seconds of attack, McCardie suddenly had another gun on his empty arm. His fourth gun as his trump card—
This is a stolen gun that has been modified and can only be used once, and a powerful phosphate fire weapon. He was not immune to close shooting.
With a determined desire to die, McCarthy pulled the trigger at the other party.
"What--"
There was no response, no death or destruction, McCarthy was stunned.
His gun seemed to have lost all its energy at this moment, and the technician made a metal friction sound similar to laughter.
At this moment, a huge war halberd cleanly cut the bulletproof armor from behind, straightened the flesh and blood, pierced his body, and picked up McCarthy.
McCardie twisted on the tip of the needle like a squeezing insect, and then threw him on the ground with a slam.
At this time, he finally saw clearly that a taller and more gorgeous metal evil spirit with a strange crown on his head appeared. His contemptuous eyes stared at him. In the distance, countless metal evil spirits were constantly appearing in the green flash, densely packed, forming a huge square formation...
"Oops..."
McCarthy struggled to get up, but the towering metal demon stepped on its metal foot on the dying killer, and then easily crushed his skull like a ripe fruit.
Chapter completed!