"Those mutants are afraid of us."

Radolon put down the telescope in his hand and spoke to the adjutant from the Mesa tribe next to him.

The two of them stood on a makeshift lookout.

In front of you is a huge castle.

This castle hollows out the entire protruding mountain, and is filled with various fortifications. The thick brass doors are dotted with ferocious spikes, and cannons and gun barrels protrude from the thick fortress.

In addition, there are various bloody and blasphemous symbols - shining eight-pointed stars, red skulls, and twisted corpses attached to the tools of war.

Even though the star's light has faded, these symbols are still shining under some incomprehensible effect.

"In just one fortress, there are far more mutants than the Brass Brotherhood." The adjutant said, "The Order of the Red Skull is indeed the well-deserved king of mutants in this land."

"But now, this twisted king will have to atone for what he has done."

Ladoron's iron-firm voice came mixed with the cold wind, "And we will become sharp knives in the hands of angels."

"The fiercer the battle, the stronger the will; as long as you breathe, you will be brave and undefeated!"

Adjutant Elvis pressed his fist to his heart and vowed war and battle, "The rule of mutants on this planet will end, and I will witness the end of this evil empire with my own eyes."

Scarlet Skull Cult.

It is no longer enough to describe it simply as mutant power.

This is an empire in the truest sense.

There is not only a pyramid-shaped power structure inside, but also a large population, slave labor, and a large number of war machines.

This is the strongest opponent that pure-blood people have ever faced.

Unprecedented.

But Ladolon still believes that he can win, because the angel is walking among them.

Boom!

A dull and huge sound came.

It immediately attracted the attention of Radolon and Elvis.

They looked intently, their eyes passing over the sand dunes, and saw the heavy gate of the fortress opened at the end of the plain.

A huge and misshapen metal chariot.

Like an escaped beast, it roared, let out a bloody roar, and drove out of the open door.

At the same time, the portal on the side of the fortress was also opened to the maximum extent.

Densely packed mutants, cultists, captive radioactive beasts, etc., poured out of it like a black tide, and hysterical roars mixed with the hot wind and sand reached the ears.

Radolon can even smell the unique stench of mutants.

"Are they taking the initiative to attack?"

Adjutant Elvis’s face was full of disbelief.

He is a strong man two meters tall, holding a bolt gun excavated from ancient ruins in his hand. The muscles on his arms covered with tattoos are trembling with excitement, "They gave up their greatest advantage.

It’s simply asking for death.”

"No, they are making a last ditch effort."

Radolon shook his head and said, "Although this fortress is indestructible, the large number of mutants and radioactive beasts consume astronomical amounts of food every day. After we sealed the nearby food channels, these mutants have become

A trapped beast."

"The hungrier and injured the beast, the more dangerous it is." Elvis was an experienced hunter. He licked his lips and his expression became serious.

Ta-ta-ta!

As the distance between the two armies approaches.

Small-scale firefights have begun to break out, and dense lines of fire tear through the night sky.

The mutants at the forefront roared unwillingly, were ruthlessly torn apart by the ammunition, and fell to the ground.

But at the same time, more mutants poured out from behind them, rushing forward quickly. Tortured by forbidden drugs and blood lust, these mutants were no different from beasts, and they were not afraid of death.

Bloody and brutal.

Boom!

The armored fighting vehicle at the beginning opened fire violently.

A mushroom cloud exploded in the defense line, the steel was torn to pieces, and the defense framework melted and collapsed in the billowing smoke.

The two pure-blood brothers defending on the array didn't even have time to scream, before they were swallowed up by the fireball generated by the ignition of high-energy explosives.

No trace of the corpse.

Only a small amount of the wreckage was thrown into the sky in the air waves, turning into charred fragments and scattering.

"Damn it!" Ladoron's face turned serious.

A hole was torn open in the defense line.

If there is no way to deal with this modified heavy iron beast as soon as possible, then the gap will become larger and larger as time goes by, until it finally brings huge losses to the pure-blood tribe.
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In Radolon's view, victory is inevitable.

But he requires himself to pay the minimum price and achieve the maximum results, otherwise it will be a failure for him.

Boom!

A ball of fire exploded on the mutant's armored vehicle.

Someone used individual rockets to fight back, but it only melted the ceramic armor covering it into a dark red color, which was not enough to cause real damage.

Bang!

The alien armored vehicle opened fire again.

A huge fireball exploded among the crowd, and a large piece of the fortification was instantly emptied.

The thick barrel rotated slowly amidst the twisting and dull sound of metal friction, aiming at the watchtower where Radolon was located.

"Damn!"

Ladoron's complexion changed slightly, and he was about to leave from here.

But the explosion sounded loudly.

Bang!

The barrel was forcibly bent by a huge and brutal force, and the ammunition that had not yet been discharged exploded, igniting a burst of fierce black smoke.

The strong wind never stops and soon sweeps away the black smoke.

Snow-white wings are spread out on the battlefield.

The angel raised his head and slowly pulled the bronze spear in his hand away from the scrapped chariot.

The end of the spear is mixed with two different colors, one is the black of engine oil, and the other is the scarlet of blood.

It’s not hard to guess.

This spear first penetrates the body of the mutant driver, penetrates it, and then penetrates the fuel tank below.

"Angel!"

The originally slightly chaotic defense line was shaken.

People shouted loudly, with courage and glory filling their chests, as if victory was right in front of them.

"Fight! For freedom and glory!"

The angel raised his spear and shouted loudly, and the clear voice echoed on the battlefield.

Just one sentence.

Thousands of people were shocked and launched a crazy counterattack.

Bang!

The angel did not stay long.

She flapped her wings and flew into the sky again.

The densely packed mutants were swept past by her, and she rushed into the deepest part of the enemy's formation with a strong wind.

A muscular monster like an iron tower stands at the core of the mutant team.

He is more than three meters tall, and his muscles are like densely packed tumors. His scarlet skin is covered with traces of sutures after modification, and there are more than a dozen banned drug injection tubes of various colors stuck in his back.

Those adrenaline drugs are doing their best to stimulate the monster's potential.

Whoa!

With just one glance, the angel recognized that this monster was the leader of this army.
To be continued...