Boom!

The ammunition compartment of a heavy armored vehicle exploded. Blue plasma gas spurted out from the gaps in the armor. Its shell was heated to a dangerous orange color by the high temperature, and alien blood spattered on it.

At that time, it turned into a sacrificial flash for a brief moment.

Bang!

The last mutant fell.

He is the leader of this team, a transformed alien berserker.

The triangular iron helmet covered his face, and the ferocious brass helmet was directly fused with the flesh and blood, providing the berserker with endless pain and inexhaustible motivation.

But now, the ferocious alien helmet, together with the head below, was forcefully pulled off the shoulders by the angel. A scarlet blood mouth replaced the original position of the neck. If the angle is right, you can even see it.

The lungs and heart are still moving inside.

The head with a long string of snow-white spines was thrown to the ground.

Contaminated by forbidden drugs and the power of chaos, the body without its head seemed to still be alive. After waving the rusty blade in his hand, it took him several breaths before he staggered over a corpse on the ground.

, staggered and fell to the ground.

"We won!"

Some people raised their hands and cheered excitedly.

The cheers quickly spread like a boiling ocean tide.

"Angel!"

"Valkyrie!"

I don’t know who was the first to kneel down amidst the cheers and worship the angel standing on the corpse.

But soon, a second and third person followed suit. If we talk about yesterday, when Angel, Kano, O'Kelly and others returned from the wilderness, a few people in the tribe still had feelings for her.

So, today, even the most experienced and cautious hunter has swept away that part of the doubt from his heart, and replaced it with reverence and love.

The former is because of the incredible power displayed by angels.

The latter is because of the other party's flawless appearance and noble character.

"You're hurt."

Radolon noticed some details that are easily overlooked.

He saw the heat of the fire penetrate the angel's exposed face into the flesh, and the gray-black soot outlined the facial features. The long golden hair, which was as bright as the sun, was singed, and the white and flawless wings were stained with blood and fire.

Black. The back of her hand was blistered due to radiation, and the blisters were burned by the fire - the angel was right, she would indeed not die from the radiation in the red mist.

But this does not mean that she will not be injured by these fatal factors and will not feel pain due to the injuries.

Those numerous scars did not damage the angel's perfection, but made her shine with more humanity. At a certain moment, Ladoron deeply felt that she was not a god walking in the sky, but accompanying them.

One of the warriors.

"She is a real angel. No, even the angels in myths and legends are not as good as her." Radolon thought in his heart. He carefully took out a bandage and ointment to treat radiation sickness from his pocket. But the angel did not

I haven’t reached out to pick up these precious medicines.

"These scars look serious, but it won't take long for them to heal and disappear."

Sanguinius stretched his arms forward.

There were no obvious muscle lines on those slender arms, but they contained enough terrifying power to overturn a dozens-ton heavy armored chariot. Ladoron stared at the blood-red scars on his arms.

, the flesh burned by the fire is rapidly healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

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"Look what I brought back!"

When Kano drove the alien truck back from the desert, the red fog had begun to gradually dissipate, and wisps of sunlight fell on the metal monsters through the gaps in the thick fog, coating them with a hazy red light.

.

When Kano left the camp in the morning.

He only brought two desert trucks, but when he came back in the evening, there was a long convoy of seven vehicles of various models. There were also various metal parts filled with the smell of engine oil piled in the truck. These parts

It is dismantled from a completely scrapped vehicle, waiting for the day when it can be put to use in the future.

"You're hurt."

Kano caught a glimpse of Sanguinius in the crowd.

The Primarch, who had just walked out of the training chamber less than two days ago, had not yet shown the majestic figure of a god. But his excessive beauty made Sanguinius stand out even when standing in a crowd of tens of millions of people.

Being noticed by any existence at a glance.

The scars on the angel's body have healed.

But the blood stains still remained on the wings and the simple white dress she was wearing.

"When you were leaving, we were suddenly attacked by another group of alien mutants." Radolon said and briefly explained, "Fortunately, the angels stayed in the camp, otherwise, our tribe might

It will become extinct."

"Damn it, you hurt her!" Kano gritted his teeth and said angrily, "Do the warriors of our tribe just hide behind others? Where is our courage? Where is our anger?"

Radolon frowned deeply, "First of all, I am the leader of the tribe, and you are not qualified to talk to me with such an attitude.

Secondly——"

The tribe's originally joyous mood due to victory became solemn.

Radolon is the leader of the tribe. In the past few years, he has proven himself to be a qualified leader with countless decisions. Kano also has a special and important position in the tribe. He is a skilled mechanic.

The master is also a psychic with special power. That incredible power has led the tribe out of the abyss of despair many times.

The conflict between these two people.

It is very likely to bring an indelible scar to the tribe.

Just as people looked at the two of them worriedly, the angel spoke. Her clear eyes first looked at Kano, "I am a warrior, not some kind of handicraft or some kind of doll that is carefully placed in a cabinet."

After saying that, she looked at Ladoron again.

"Victory in this war is not the end, but the beginning.

I can foresee that a huge crisis is coming, which is more depressing than the red mist storm we just saw, making it difficult to breathe.

Those mutants, monsters born for war and destruction, will not sit back and watch their defeat, and more cruel hunting may come at any time. Whether we go or stay, we have to think of a solution to the problem, not

You’re wasting your time here on irrelevant things.”

"This is not an insignificant matter," Cano said.
Chapter completed!