“Destroy them!”
Accompanied by the loudspeaker on the armor, the young combat nuns pulled the trigger, causing the weapons to spew out a series of dancing sparks, squirting the beast tide in front of them, and instantly knocking down dozens of wild beasts - the explosive bombs were deeply embedded in the green-skinned body, tearing open the twisted and hideous hole, and then blowing it into a flying corpse in a flash.
This type of explosive gun is smaller than that of the normal combat nuns, and is lighter in weight, but has stronger performance, especially the recoil is reduced to an incredible level, thanks to the better materials and craftsmanship of the furnace. Although it is expensive, Soshiyan thinks it is worth it and is very suitable for women, so he ordered 10,000 sets at one time.
Some nuns also use plasma machine guns, which are also lightweight versions used by Space Marines. In addition, there are hot melt and light grenade launchers, and their firepower levels are basically in line with Space Marines.
Along with the nuns, were also the ravenous vultures. Their shapes had been separated from the decoration of the Mechanical Society and had become short-winged skeleton angels. Only Ulanhuda was willing to abandon religious disputes to make such a major change to the fighter. They hovered over the battlefield in groups of three to attack targets within any range.
The firepower of the nuns poured out bombs and the flames of plasma intertwined a death storm. The green skin rushing towards the entrance was in hiding, and the corpse instantly blocked the entrance.
"It's really an angel..."
Dunchev looked at his beautiful figure fifty meters away and subconsciously held the eagle emblem on his neck. The other party's white and slightly angry face was so sacred at this moment, even the bloody smell in the air was covered by the fragrance of roses.
"Soldier, give you this."
A gentle voice sounded, and Dunchev turned around and saw a combat nun in his twenties with short golden hair, blue eyes, and a beautiful face that made him swallow. The other party held a bomb gun in one hand and threw something at him.
Dunchev quickly caught it, looked down and saw that it was a badge he didn't recognize.
"Pray to the Lord of the Holy Flame that He saved you so that He could convey the grace of the throne to you."
After saying that, the other party raised his gun again, started shooting, and said loudly:
"Sisters, advance!"
Dunchev blinked.
"Lord of Holy Flame..."
Then he jumped up suddenly, tidied up his messy military coat, and then grabbed the command knife on the ground. At this time, the pain on his body seemed to have disappeared.
"Guys! The angels are here! The Lord of Holy Flame is here! We are saved! Fight! Keep fighting! Don't be embarrassed! Drive these green beasts out of our homeland!"
The soldiers who were encouraged immediately burst out with passionate fighting spirit and began to come out from all over the place to launch a counterattack. In the old city behind, many people were already kneeling on the ground, clenching their fists and praying in tears at the sky.
“waaaagh!”
A green-skin climbed up the city head along the ladder, then raised the machete in his mouth and was about to chop over a soldier who was busy trying to load bullets.
"Damn it, damn it-"
Watching the drooling beast rushing towards him, the soldier, who was only sixteen or seventeen years old, shook his hands even more violently, and the bullet fell to the ground. When the opponent's machete was about to slash, he instinctively raised his gun to block it, but the ending must be split into two parts-
"Dirty beast."
A cold voice fell from the sky, and then a long sword surrounding the arc swept across, instantly separating the ferocious green-skinned body and head.
"ah..."
The young soldier smelled a unique fragrance, and then slowly lowered the rifle in front of him. He saw the petals, silver wings, slender waists, slender legs on the green-skinned corpse, and long swords with electric arcs. When the other party turned his head slightly, his beautiful side face that seemed to emit holy light made the soldier's fear of death just now thrown out of the sky. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, and with the exquisite silver flame pattern crown, it was so noble.
"This...I..."
But the other party immediately turned his head again, then jumped up gently, and went down the slope of the metal stairs. The power sword in his hand was like flying leaves in the wind, constantly cutting off the roaring huge heads, and the headless corpses fell one by one.
When a green-skin raised his gun to shoot at her, the first few bullets were deflected in other directions by invisible force. Then a blood burst out from the center of the forehead of the ugly head, and a gush of bones and brain mass was created behind the head.
Beatri turned his head and looked at the guard wall. A girl holding a sniper rifle and carrying red wings was smiling at her and giving a thumbs up.
The Dawn Sword Guards also changed certainly with the reorganization of the Sisters' Association. When they left the Virgin to perform combat missions, they would use 6 people as a group, and would cooperate with 10 Red-winged Veterans as auxiliary personnel. Because their jetpacks have unique silver sword-shaped wings, they are also nicknamed the Silver Winged Sword Master by the people in the Cultivation Society.
"Haha! Cutting these green skins is much more interesting than cutting Tyron!"
Sulaya's slightly vulgar laughter echoed in the communicator. Beatri jumped and several spouts of her backpack started, making her like a graceful black swan, slashing over the head of the shocked green-skinned technician, and cleanly took off the other party's head at the moment of landing. Sulaya's two-handed sword also cut off a green-skinned pet with only two legs like a huge balloon at the same time.
"The bugs can only scream, and they scream in the same voice. If you hear too much, your ears will be called up. I heard that every group of green skins has a big boss, and I want to take its head off as a spoil."
Sulaya attracted the laughter of several people around her.
"Let's talk about it after finding it."
They gathered together, and each had an extra pendant at the waist of his armor, which was Tyron's claws or teeth, which meant that they were veterans who had experienced the Tyron War.
Although in the cathedral, the main task of the Black Flame Rose Cultivation is to protect the Virgin, which is mostly in the rear, it will also participate in the combat mission of suppressing gene stealers. Moreover, during the most tense period of the war, it was sent to the front line. The high-intensity and cruel war brought them back. If the Cultivation did not recommend scar removal, everyone had scar removal surgery after the war. I am afraid they were all covered in scars. The cruel battle also caused the 37 Dawn Sword Guard sisters to die. Although they were sad for a long time at that time, this experience also tempered their spirits.
"I don't feel anything interesting."
Beatri gently shook the sword body and threw the remaining blood on it to the ground.
"Only anger and sorrow, I just saw a lot of sacrifices and deaths in the sky, and there were even women and children on the battlefield, and there were no honors in the green skin, but animals. They killed millions of people and shattered countless families. I just want to kill them all now."
Sulaya pulled up her sword from the ground and said in a deep voice:
"What are you waiting for now! We're now-"
Chapter completed!