The Emperor’s Angel of Death

The high-level enchanted warrior immediately roared.

Although this is not fatal, at least Soshyang now knows that this beast is not flawless.

He thrust the sword into the opponent's chest forcefully to fix the opponent's body, and then the shoulder armor suddenly sprayed out thick white smoke, directly on the face of the high-level enchanted warrior, and the mouth was immediately filled with the rapidly curing ointment. At the same time, a tactical dagger suddenly popped out of his left arm armor and slammed into the opponent's neck—this small mechanism was learned from Saivita.

"Damn... despicable!"

The high-level enchanted warrior struggled frantically after being severely overcast, but Soshyang, who put on the Terminator armor, was not inferior to him in strength too much, and still firmly controlled it.

The tactical dagger with a decomposing position is deeply trapped in the neck of a high-level enchanted warrior, greedily devouring flesh and blood, like a wolf biting the neck of its prey.

Soshyang also pulled the blade back and forth, sawing open the opponent's carapace.

His armor was stained with dirty blood, which was not ordinary blood, but a substance like pus, exuding a stench, almost overwhelming his will with its incomparable filth.

This is the stain of the subspace, the stench hidden behind the veil, the corruption of people's hearts, and the degradation caused by evil acts.

But Soshyang mobilized the power of Gray Marrow to expel him.

"This blow is as violent as my anger!"

Soshyang laughed, and the jagged blade continued to deepen until it touched the bones.

The high-level enchanted warrior had a painful and madness. He gathered up the strength of his whole body, pushed forward hard, and directly slammed Soshyang into the wall.

But Soshyang stood up stubbornly, let the dagger be deeply embedded in the opponent's flesh and blood, and instead drew out the Sacred Flame Sword, piercing it into the opponent's exposed chest cavity.

The blade was immersed in it until the sword grid, and the splattered flesh and blood made Soshyang's hand armor slippery and black.

"Despicable, despicable guy!!"

The high-level enchanted warrior suddenly took a shot, broke the dagger stabbing his neck, and quickly backed away.

Taking advantage of his momentum, Soshyang grabbed the hilt of the Sacred Yan sword, pulled it out, and brought out a lot of scarlet flesh and blood.

At this time, an astral knight stalked the high-level enchanted warrior. Soshyan knew him, a member of Armin's team, and the recruit he brought out from the Obsidian Fortress-Jericho.

Jericho tried to sneak an attack on the high-level enchanted warrior, but there was a slight sluggishness in his actions.

"Jerico! Don't!"

In Soshyan's exclamation, all Jericho's memories were gone.

"This is not the way a warrior should die."

The high-level enchanted warrior neighed, suddenly disappeared in place, appeared in front of Jericho, and pierced the twisted claws into the chest of the astral knight.

There was a dying gurgle in Jericho's mouth, and blood-mixed foam flowed from the ventilation grille of his helmet. He wanted to struggle, but his strength quickly faded.

Immediately his hand loosened, the chain saw sword fell on the ground, and the whole person was inserted into the sharp claws of the high-level enchanted warrior.

"I will kill you!!!"

The flames of vengeance burned in Soshyang's heart. He highly valued every warrior brought out of obsidian. He remembered each of these warriors' names, and was much closer than the warriors who joined them later.

In a sense, they are all his relatives.

Soshyang rushed to the high-level enchanter like an enraged rhino, but the latter had his own way of dealing with it.

It avoided fighting close to Soshyan, but suddenly swept the twitching tentacles to Soshyan's neck, strangling his throat.

Soshyang immediately felt black and suffocated in front of him. After stopping the bile flowing to the corner of his mouth, he raised his hand and chopped the tentacle into two with a heavy blow.

Without a single blow, the high-level enchanted warrior became more deadly, like a trapped beast struggling to survive.

"Killing everyone here!"

It declared with a beastly roar.

"Death cannot appease my hunger!"

Other enchanted warriors are also going crazy, they ignore their own damage and mathematics and fight with their astral knights dozens of times, unless they are torn apart, they will never stop.

This caused a lot of pressure on the astral knights. In a short period of time, six or seven warriors fell, and the nun also fell two.

But the enchanted warriors are also about to be beheaded to death.

Their master, the high-level enchanted warrior, had no pity in his eyes, and his body had become terrible and deformed, and he could no longer be counted as a person.

In a blink of an eye, Soshyang has rushed in front of it.

Under the helmet, the face of the lord of the astral knights has turned into a solidified metal mask. The freezing cold wind of the soul swept through him as the center, and his right hand was waving the holy flame sword, as if waving. A purifying flame.

"dead!!!!"

At the moment when the soul storm swept through, the enchanted warrior stayed in place, all the colors in its sight disappeared, and only an icy cavity was left expanding in front of it.

Because of this boundless fear, it paused for a moment.

In the next second, three loud noises echoed in the corridor like thunder.

The deformed body of the high-level enchanted warrior trembles and spasms due to the impact. Under Soshyang’s three violent swings, the dark power hidden in his body also exploded at the same time, shaking Soshyang back more than ten times. Mi, kept hitting the wall before stopping.

Feeling great pain, it woke up from a trance, roaring, intending to regroup.

At this moment, Mark and Armin, who had already dealt with the last enchanted warrior, pulled out the blaster and aimed at it.

"Kill it!!"

The storm-like rain of bullets enveloped the body of the high-level enchanted warrior, and fragments of flesh, bone, and armor splashed around. The deformed body staggered under the blow of the volley, but it was still alive.

"You can't kill me! No one!"

Before long, the ridicule of the high-level enchanted warrior was heard from the smoke, and its flesh and blood had begun to heal.

Almin did not stop his efforts.

"Keep shooting!"

The high-level enchanted warrior stood up, and wanted to rush to the corridor to fire at the warriors against it under the rain of bullets.

However, Talos had already touched its back at this time.

The electromagnetic arc on his power sword crackled.

"get out!"

The prophet said to the abomination.

"Go back to your shithole!"

The long sword suddenly pierced out and pointed directly at the heart of the high-level enchanted warrior.

This pierced the opponent's chest directly.

"Damn it!"

With a backhand wave, Talos was slapped away again. Just as the high-level enchanted warrior was about to pursue it, another rain of bullets hit him.

It trembled violently, spit out a thick sputum, and issued a vicious curse, but it didn't help-its body was gradually disintegrating under the fierce attack.

In order to repel Soshyan, the demons in it still ran out of power.

When the gunfire gradually ceased, Soshyan launched a charge, and he still had enough strength to put an end to the battle.

"You are the weak!"

Soshyang approached again and waved the Sacred Yan sword again.

"Because you are filthy and unclean! I will cut it!"

The high-level enchanted warrior opened his torn mouth~www.readwn.com~The pale face was distorted by fear.

Then, Sheng Yan's sword swung down, making two points.

In the blink of an eye, the headless body knelt forward and fell down.

"Throne, this is such an ugly bastard!"

Soshyang took a sip, closed the power field of the long sword, and wiped the blood off the blade.

Then his eyes looked at Jericho's body. This was not the first soldier to die under his hands, but the death of every soldier who walked out of the Obsidian Fortress made him feel the pain of axe.

As the commander of the battle group, he really should treat him equally, but the emotional difference still exists.

So the price of this kind of victory is something he is unwilling to accept, not to mention a high-level enchanted warrior, even ten high-level enchanted warriors, in his opinion, it is not worth the life of his comrades in arms.

He sighed and turned to look at the closed gate.

"Deploy hot melt bombs."