Boom boom boom boom-
The dull explosion of the hot melt bomb began to sound, and the evil weapons on the pyramid began to flash and extinguish one by one. It was hurt and dead.
Only those dark green doors were still open, and the alien soldiers continued to spit out.
Marco Hughes did not stop, but grabbed the flag and continued to move upwards and fought all the way.
But suddenly, a huge rift appeared in front of them, and the light emitted was a bit weird.
Marco Hughes himself also felt an unusual sense of ominousness. What did they release?
Everyone stopped, and the surroundings were silent, like a silent sign of death.
Then, the group of things suddenly appeared...
It is taller than a heavy tank and has a weird three-legged structure. It has ruthless claws at the end of its left hand, and two with two with a huge blade on its right hand, and the other with a vicious long-range weapon. It stands like a mountain in front of the soldiers. Then four smaller, similar beings appear beside it, with their arms all terrifying giant blades.
The next second, these monsters rushed over with the harsh metal whistle.
In an instant, flesh and blood splattered and wailed. The human soldiers were thrown into the sky like dolls knocked away, like death whirlwinds composed of sharp claws and giant blades.
Marco Hughes stared at his eyes and opened his mouth wide. He could hardly control his scream, but before he could make a sound, someone's half of his body came to him.
"ah!"
With a scream, he was knocked back and stepped on the air, and his whole body began to roll down the steps.
Marco Hughes felt like he was playing a ball as a child, and he kept hitting the hard and cold black stone rocks, then rolling around and over again.
Until he finally fell heavily, Marco Hughes's face hit the ground hard. If it weren't for the breathing mask, it would have been enough to make his head break. In fact, he also felt that his ribs were aching, and one or two of them had broken.
In a trance, his ears were filled with various sounds, shouting, screaming, roaring, explosion, gunshots, and slapping...
"Well..."
He shook his head, curled his legs, knelt on the ground, and supported his hands on the ground. He felt that his internal organs were upside down. The height he had just rolled down was at least fifty meters. He was not dead thanks to his combat uniform.
Then he raised his head and saw the battlefield was in chaos. The alien was forced to the dead end as he had thought.
Nightmarish figures loomed under the explosion of fire, and they surged from the walls, under the floor and from the ceiling, like ghosts.
The Ghost of the Tomb, he immediately knew what he was facing and remembered the description he heard during the war situation course.
But there is no doubt that they are more terrifying and terrifying in terms of strength, or rather lethality than everyone imagines.
They rushed towards the unprepared soldiers attacking the pyramid. Their lengthened spines whipped like the tail of a poisonous snake, sending out fatal electric spikes. At the same time, the sharp claws on both sides of their bodies easily tear open the combat uniforms and body.
He saw a mechanical ghost staring at an officer. When the other party shot, his long tail whipped his chest like a whip. Then the scalpel-like fingers drilled into the officer's breathing mask and dug out a sticky blood stream from his eyes.
In the blink of an eye, another mechanical ghost flew towards him. Marco Houss was immediately frightened and quickly stood up and waved his sword.
Fortunately, a soldier near him reacted in time and used hot melt to take action. The red beam caused great damage to these metal ghosts. Its head was liquefied in a hot melt flame, but the heat waves exhaled from the high temperature also hit Marco Hughes' helmet, giving him the illusion of burning on his cheeks, and even the scent of burnt appeared in his nostrils.
But it was just a trivial counterattack, with soldiers besieging the pyramids falling down one after another, piercing them through or ripped open by sharp claws.
Marco Hughes realized that this was a trap. The alien deliberately allowed them to break through the defense and even approach victory, and sent a hidden ambush when they were almost exhausted.
At this time, the formation was completely disorganized, and they could not organize an effective counterattack at all. Various roars hissed on the communication rosary, and even he accepted this desperate situation.
Even the alien infantry, like hunting dogs, had long sharp claws, and like ghouls, had unscrupulously passed through the crowd and attacked the commanders and heavy fire positions behind them. They cut down the victims one by one, almost before anyone could react.
Suddenly, I don't know who shouted.
"Astadts are here! Don't be afraid!"
Although Astarte was not seen, it was undoubtedly a shot of cardiotherapy. Marco Hughes immediately bent down and raised the falling flag.
"Brothers! The angels are here!"
As soon as he established a "beacon", a necromancer with sharp claws suddenly rushed to him, but a man rushed out to intercept him immediately.
The soldier waved his laser gun and tried to drive the attacker away. His bayonet stabbed into the opponent's eye socket, and the opponent's sharp claws took his face away. When the breathing mask and skin were torn off, Marco Hughes saw the soldier's eyes full of primitive anger, and his eyes looked pale under the bloody and exposed muscles.
When the soldier who saved himself was pierced by sharp claws but still hugged the other party tightly, Marco Hughes felt anger. He raised his sword and stabbed it into one of its eyes, extinguishing the green light inside, and causing the creature to spin helplessly.
The soldiers fell down with the enemy.
But more people gathered beside him, Marco Hughes turned around with his sword, and the repelled immortals walked towards him hundreds and thousands. Seeing the exact same, expressionless skeleton face, Marco Hughes was not afraid in his heart.
They shot out bundles of emerald-colored energy flows, and all those who were hit turned into ashes. But none of the soldiers retreated.
Behind them are larger skeletons, whose lower body is cut off and fused to the anti-gravity platform, and their right arm is replaced by a bulky Gauss cannon.
"Prepare!"
Marco Hughes raised the flag, and he might have hundreds of people around him, or fewer, and he could hear their desperate gasp.
The huge three-legged monster also walked slowly towards them, and the cold eyes seemed to have some kind of joke, and Marco Hughes also laughed contemptuously.
He threw away his sword and held the flag with both hands. The flag was riddled with holes and ablated most of it, but it still had meaning—
revenge.
"Run!!!"
With a roar, Marco Hughes took the steps, and the others roared, raising all the weapons in their hands and rushing towards the oncoming army of destruction.
They never saw the angels there until death, but they believed that they were behind them, and their blood would open up a trivial path for their blades...
"These mortals attracted the attention of the aliens very well."
The first company of the Minotao regiment, Zelaus, could hear the fierce fighting sound from afar, and he had only one comment on this.
Beside him were a hundred veterans, and his Ixalion Terminator Squad.
They did not join the Orps Death Army's attack on the energy nodes, because their commander judged that the enemy must have deployed heavy troops there, so this was an opportunity. They accelerated their speed to approach the center of the ship from another road, and even had the opportunity to eliminate the alien leader who lacked protection.
Chapter completed!