"Ahh!!!!!h

Another living Marine couldn't stand his teammates falling like chopping vegetables, and he couldn't stand being watched by so many star spirits, so the young soldier swapped out his magazine and pulled the trigger.

"Dadada!!!!"

The angry bullets were like fear and anger in the hearts of the Marines, and when he pulled the trigger, he saw only the surging shields on his target's body.

Yes, the tough and terrifying shield directly resisted all the attacks of the marines, and the Zealot looked disdainful, and a mechanical sentry far behind it greatly consumed its energy for the Zealot's X.

"Remember to lie down later!"

Another unfamiliar voice came from the channel, and in the motion sensor, several points of light marked as allies approached at an alarming speed.

Zhao Yi's lips opened slightly, he looked at the marines who were dying, the rest of the fanatics who were already surrounded by X-hard anti-bullets, and the medical soldier Fucalo whose hands trembled slightly.

- I'm sorry.

Zhao Yi said in his heart, and then he quietly opened the communication channel with Fucalo, because he was afraid that speaking loudly would be discovered by this group of Tadarin Star Spirits, even though it was within the battle armor, Zhao Yi lowered his voice.

- Hey! Foccarlo! Did you hear it, hurry back....

- I hear.

Fucallo's voice trembled slightly, but when she heard Zhao Yi in the channel talking in a small voice, she also lowered her voice.

- Reinforcements are coming, and we need to be ready at any time......

- The stars have surrounded us, how can they save us out?

Zhao Yi opened his mouth slightly, and his thoughts turned back countless times.

- Delay as much time as possible, and trust them.....

Damn, I can only be a dead horse as a live horse doctor.

Zhao Yi stiffened and remained motionless, as if this could avoid Tadarin's attention and be killed by them early.

The Marines were still unleashing the last of their blood, and the rage of the bullets spewed over the shield, but the bullets that had been raised to the maximum rate of fire were twisting the shield and could not be saved. The grievance of being pressed and beaten by the Rangers not long ago filled the Tadarin fanatic with twisted pleasure, and he walked slowly towards the Marines, listening to the roar of bullets, but unable to hurt her with a cold hair, already imagining the fear in the Marines' hearts in his mind.

The bullets in one magazine were quickly fired, and the Marines swapped for another, and then another, with unprecedented speed. In just half a minute, the marines had been emptied of all the bullets.

In a split second when there were no bullets, the fanatics also walked up to the Marines.

The tall Astral Warrior looked down at the dwarf, obnoxious creature, the smooth visor reflecting the Zealot, and the scratches on the smooth visor cut the Zealot's reflection into pieces.

The Marines reached out and stretched out their hands to their companions who were "standing stupidly" not far away. And the fanatics suddenly lose the pleasure of torture and killing.

A psionic light knife pierced the Marine's body, from top left to bottom right, slashing like slicing butter.

The fallen Marine was not yet dead, and he shouted in the team's communication channel, begging for anything that could save his life. Jim Reynolds, God, Captain Zhao Yi, and even Mengsk.

A sharp wail pierced the eardrums, as if to convey the grief in the depths of his mind.

"Foccarlo! Turn off the communication channel! Zhao Yi ordered loudly, and while he closed the team's communication channel, the man's wailing could not be heard in the communication channel with Fukalo. Fcalo is still sensible and does not let the screams affect her.

The unpleasant time of torture passed, and the fanatic did not focus on surrounding the two, but one of them consciously rushed up.

This fanatic, who thought he could clean up the two of them, rushed towards Zhao Yi, while the other star spirits entered a meditative state.

In the melee just now, the diazine tank collected by SCV was broken, and the lower Tadarins, who had rarely absorbed dizine, greedily breathed the energy in it.

Death was so close, Zhao Yi didn't hesitate, and directly pricked a stimulant injection into his body. In an instant, Zhao Yi's pupils shrank to the size of a pinhole.

The heavy shield was broken by the preemptive fanatic, and Zhao Yi's counterattack came in an instant.

In addition to giving Zhao Yi mobility, the powerful power of the battle armor also gave Zhao Yi greater strength. The fanatics who were imprisoned by the old concept of combat could not realize that the Marines could still smash people with the butts of their guns.

The fanatic, who didn't realize that the Marines were so innovative in attacking, didn't even have the shield open, and the butt of the gun made of super-strong alloy smashed into his arm. The arm wrapped in leather-like armor twisted instantly, and a little psionic blood stood on the butt of the spear.

The rest of the onlookers laughed at the fanatics who had suffered a great loss and had no intention of coming to the aid - in Tadarin's social system, the weak would not be pitied.

The wounded zealot was also aware of this, and he realized that his injuries in close combat with human marines would be a stain on his life.

What can wash away this stain is to kill them neatly.

"I see you! Give me thirty seconds! ”

The voice of reinforcements came from the communication channel, which calmed Zhao Yi down a little.

"Foccarlo! If I can go back alive this time......" The wounded fanatic began to confront Zhao Yi, and he slowly said in the channel with a rifle: "How about being my boyfriend?" ”

"Huh?"

Startled, Fucalo was almost about to confirm her gender, and for a moment, she gathered her weak psionic energy.....

Oh, girlfriend.

"Okay, if you can go back."

Eventually, the pain of a broken arm bone weakened the fanatic's psionic abilities, and as the psionic energy slowly faded through the bloodstream, the wounded fanatic finally realized that it was not good for him to continue the confrontation.

The Zealot wielded a psionic blade and walked in a zigzag step, closing in on Zhao Yi, using his movement to cover up the weakness of his shield weakened by the weakened psionic energy - in order to wash away his shame, he refused the mechanical sentinel's request to replenish the shield.

The fanatic's position really worked, and Zhao Yi's rattling rifle could only produce a few ripples on the fanatic's shield. Soon, a shiny blade pointed directly at Zhao Yi's head.

"Get down!"

Zhao Yi shouted in the channel, and with his voice, a huge black shadow fell from the sky, accompanied by scattered fragments of refractory prisms and black clouds flying all over the sky.