When the swarming Imperials broke through the Angel of Death's true first line of defense, they were greeted not by the cheers of the Imperials, but by electromagnetic cannonballs like a thunderstorm of the apocalypse. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The electromagnetic railgun from the walls of the Angel of Death has finally completed its charging process.

In an instant, the thunderstorm went to hell on earth, with no wailing, no explosion, only the most complete silence and destruction.

The Empire destroyed this line of defense of the Angels of Death, and the price they paid was terrible, no one could survive in all the areas affected by the electromagnetic cannonballs, and these low-level Imperial reformers were far from having the strength to resist this destruction.

But this still could not stop the attack of the Imperials.

More troops began to attack, and they braved the heavy artillery and thunderstorm bombardment to rush to the Angel of Death's defenses.

What's even more terrifying is that the higher reformers from the Empire have finally joined the war.

How terrible would a truly high-level reformer be?

A cannonball from a fortress cannon struck an Imperial high-level reformer at supersonic speed, and his burly body was completely consumed by the flames of the explosion in an instant.

But when the fire dissipated, a thick shield wall formed entirely by dense insect beetles extended from his arm, and the shield wall was arc-shaped, wrapped in front of him like an eggshell, and the impact of the explosion only pushed the position of the high-level transformation man back less than ten meters after being buffered by the hollow insect beetle, and the embers from the explosion of the cannonball, except for the scorched part of the insect beetle, did not affect him in any way.

And this is just the way the insect-based transformers with weak mobility choose to fight against artillery.

Those who are more mobile can avoid this level of artillery fire, and they have almost inhuman reflexes that allow them to dodge the obvious target of artillery shells.

Under the offensive led by dozens of terrifyingly powerful high-level reformers, the Angel of Death's defenses were broken again and again, and some were even broken.

The combat effectiveness they have formed can definitely not be described by common sense, because this is not a battle of magnitude in itself.

The Angels of Death's belief in protecting their homeland is extremely persistent, but when faith encounters an invincible opponent, its existence becomes meaningless.

These Imperial High Reformers are almost brutal and slaughtering pieces that take away the opponents who stand in their way.

No one can stop their attack, and in some ways, they are even close to the category of "gods", they are already two completely different groups from ordinary people.

But they are only close to God, and God is still dead, and they are no exception.

When the charged railgun pours thunder again, the Angel of Death is finally able to make these unstoppable creatures bear its wrath.

Railgun shells flying at sub-light speeds have completed all the time it takes to go from flight to explosion in the moment they are discharged.

And the arc formed by the explosion of high-voltage electric sparks leaves no enemy with nowhere to hide.

Even high-level modders are no exception.

The first group of high-level Imperial reformers fell, but they had successfully completed their mission before they died, advancing the line of defense by a full kilometer.

And their unfinished business, there are many more advanced reformers who will continue.

the sound of explosions, gunfire, howls, the vibration of lightsaber wielding; Fire, lightning, bloodlight from lightsaber slashes, all of this is happening all the time.

Life, humble and small in war.

The rout of the Angel of Death seemed completely unstoppable, and the difference in the level and number of warriors between the two sides could never be bridged by relying on railguns and fortress guns.

This is the truth that every Angel of Death on the battlefield understands, but despite this, they still choose to fight.

Rose clenched the sniper rifle in her hand, the outer walls of the Angel of Death were clearly visible behind her, she had planned the worst for the organization to eventually fall, but she didn't expect the frontal battlefield to rout so quickly.

The enemy in the sniper scope gets closer, so she pulls the trigger, but the shot is useless.

The Empire reformer she had locked in easily avoided her shots.

Through the sniper scope, Rose could even see the sarcasm on her opponent's face, and the clear throat-slitting motion.

So she put down the sniper rifle in her hand and drew the lightsaber at her waist, since this war was destined to end in defeat, then she was willing to die generously.

The distance of a kilometer is fleeting, and Rose will eventually face her fate.

Her opponent's sarcastic expression was close in front of her eyes, and all she could do was swing the lightsaber in her hand with all her might.

Bang.

It was the sound of a lightsaber blade breaking.

The difference in their weapons is like the difference in their strength, and Rose was cut off by her opponent in just one turn.

Burst.

It was the sound of a sword coming into the body.

Rose's eyes widened as she watched her slowly falling back in front of her.

"Yam?!"

Sudden protrusion.

Art frantically pulled the trigger and shot a whole magazine of bullets, and the opponent in front of Rose could only temporarily avoid the edge in the face of rapid strafing at close range.

"Yam!" Rose shook the fallen figure.

"Ahem!" Yamm coughed up a mouthful of blood, his chest completely pierced by a lightsaber.

"Rose," Yamm gasped sharply.

"Don't speak!" Rose struggled to drag Amm's corpse to move him to safety.

"Rose." Yamm raised his voice as best he could, "It doesn't make sense, no one can save me." ”

"Why do you want to do this?!" Rose still refuses to give up, and continues to drag his body.

Yamm smiled, "Actually, I should have died a long time ago. If it weren't for what happened at the bar, I wouldn't have been locked up and I wouldn't have escaped being drafted into battle. Yamm gasped deeply, blood spilling from the corners of his mouth, "The captain is dead, and I am now the only one left in the entire wolf smoke team, and there are few of you in the eighth company who are alive in the end." ”

Yamm swallowed a mouthful of blood, "To be honest, I'm jealous of him, really jealous of him. He led you to survive, while the captain they died. I don't hate him, because that's the path the captain himself chose. ”

"Say no more!" Rose cried out loudly, "What's the point of that? ”

"Meaning?" Yamm smiled lightly, but accidentally pulled the wound and spat out a mouthful of blood again, "It doesn't make sense, it's like I like you." Yam's expression was a smile of relief.

"Enough!" Rose pressed tightly against the wound on Amm's chest.

"yes, that's enough." Yamm looked at the sky as hard as he could, "If I had to choose one more choice, maybe I would choose to be friends with him, because then, at least we could still be friends, right?" ”

"Fan, Fan......" Yam murmured softly, her pupils finally losing focus completely.

Rose paused abruptly, staring at Arm's corpse silently, her face expressionless.

But when she slowly raised her head, the anger in her eyes was fierce and terrifying, and she pulled out the hilt of the lightsaber at Yam's waist, and then rushed out screaming.

"Rose!" Art yelled, trying to stop Rose.

But the stray bullets that splashed him could only choose to dodge.

Rose rushed out in spite of it, and her opponent spotted her as well.

Looking at the mad demon Rose, the reformer from the Empire smirked and pounced on it with a sprint.

The two lightsabers struck each other again, but Rose was kicked to the ground by her opponent.

Rose clutched her stomach and fell to the ground, reluctantly setting up her lightsaber, she looked at the approaching blade miserably, thinking not of herself, but of a lonely and indifferent back.

The high-level transhuman warrior from the Empire looked at his opponent who had fallen to the ground, and he smirked and swung his lightsaber, but when his blade was about to cut off Rose's blade and her body, a flying bullet flew through the crowd and shot towards his body along the gap between the crowd.

Bite!

The blade of the sword and the bullet collided together.

This fifth-level transhuman warrior from the Empire finally blocked the sniper, and this stemmed from his terrifying perception ability.

But this shot from nowhere shocked his back with cold sweat, because this shot has reached a terrifying level of timing.

If it weren't for his keen sense, someone else might have been shot through the body by this shot.

The Transformer from the Empire gently shook his nearly sprained wrists and ankles, and looked around in disbelief.

But he got nothing in the end.

He narrowed his eyes, raised his weapon again, and pounced on Rose.

But he couldn't swing his lightsaber yet, and he had to stop his momentum again.

A figure rushed over like a raging wind, and three shots in a row slightly forced him back, and the bright green blade slashed out with a momentum, and the piercing sound of sword blades clashing rang out.

The two figures parted at the touch of a button.

Rose trembled and propped herself up, looking at the tall back standing in front of her, she had never felt such a heavy sense of security for a moment.

"Your opponent is me." The solid back clenched the weapon in his hand.