Before they really encountered the Imperial reformers, the high-level reformers of the Angel of Death were still unimpressed with them, but when the cruel reality was placed in front of them, they finally had to admit that the mutants were terrible. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

It's so scary that sometimes they need to be two-on-one, which is a shame for the high-ranking Angel of Death!

But they had to swallow the shame.

At this moment, on the high tower of the inner city wall of the Angel of Death, the faces of every general were gloomy and terrifying.

"How long will we have to wait! Haven't the parliamentarians made up their minds yet? The roar was heard through the three-dimensional images in front of the generals.

"Grand, watch your words! Councillor is what you can shout about! ”

"Words? You're still paying attention to the words you use?! Aren't there enough people dead! You still care about words! Grand slapped angrily on the table, his roar undisguised.

"Calm down! Gland, the parliamentarians will make a decision at the right time. ”

"Yes, it's not your people who are dying on the battlefield anyway! You cowards, you shameless political conspirators! Everything you have has been used in calculations, but what have you calculated?! The Imperials are at our feet, and you are still thinking about the gains and losses, you filthy cowards! ”

"Grand! Your uncle is also a councilor, do you even mock him! ”

"My uncle? We don't have a coward like him in our Fijian family, and I doubt he's a worthy MP! ”

"Grand! You're a big rebel! ”

"Great rebellion? It's you who are the big rebels! Another general stood up through the image.

"What's wrong with Grand's words? You're a bunch of filthy guys in the corner! ”

"That's right! At this time, the parliamentarians are still hesitating about something! "More and more generals are getting involved.

"You must know that the councillors represent not only themselves, but also the interests of the families that each of them represents! Again, this package lives your interests! ”

"Family interests? The survival of the family is still at stake, what interests do you care! What if all the ice weapons in the family are dispatched! Is it hard now to calculate this? Or do our 'great' councillors really have a strong sense of confidence that the Ice Machine can really defeat the Imperial mutants?! ”

"I will only give you five minutes, and if you have not made a decision within five minutes, I, Ukimir Ilyich Ivanov, will be willing to be the first to mutiny, on behalf of the Ivan family!"

"Ukimir! You're threatening the council! You are blatantly treacherous! ”

"If this is a rebellion, we in the Walker family are willing to be the second rebel."

"You, you are not qualified to represent your family! The only one who can represent the family is the councillors! ”

"Really? Then let's wait and see! ”

"Bastard!"

The roar of the lawmakers came to an abrupt end as almost all the generals turned off their imagers.

At this time, in the defense system control center, Fagan looked at the scene in front of him expressionlessly.

"My dear father, it seems that you have already guessed everything." He narrowed, a cold light flashing in his eyes.

"Chief, when are we going to the city gates?" Art carefully examined his weapon as he asked Van beside him.

"Wait, it's going to be soon." Fan replied calmly, and through the individual binoculars in his hand, he had vaguely felt the emotions of those generals.

Sure enough, three minutes later, an electronic sound came clearly from his and Art's headsets.

"Everyone, please get to the nearest Outer City Center safe zone within three minutes, repeat, everyone, please get to the nearest Outer City Center safe zone within three minutes."

Such a headless message was passed through all the warriors' headsets, and no one knew what it was for.

"Boss, what are we going to do?"

"Rush over, we only have three minutes!"

Two figures leaped atop the rooftops of the multi-story building, as more crowds began to rush towards the central safety zone of the outer city.

Because the heavy turrets that slowly rose from the ground there, and the reinforced ultra-thick tempered glass shields, were their only hope of surviving at this time.

But three minutes was too short, so short that only those warriors who were very close to the center could reach on time, and those who were a little farther away were greatly delayed by the constant enemy attack, and those who were a little farther away could never arrive on time.

So, when the mutants dodged the guns and smashed into the impregnable protective layer in a frenzy, the last entrance to the safe zone was slowly closed.

"No!"

"Open it up!"

"Don't leave us behind!"

The belated warriors frantically slapped on the tempered glass, but they would not get any response.

This thick layer of tempered glass is the boundary between life and death at this moment.

The hot blood stained the glass red, and the soldiers who were blocked out could only accept the cruel harvest of the Imperials, and their faces were full of desperate struggle.

They may have been ready to sacrifice for a long time, and they are not afraid to be righteous, but when life is in front of them, they can't accept that there is only a thin line between the hope of life and life.

"Boss, we're a step late." Art sighed softly, and his tone couldn't tell whether it was loss or freedom.

"Don't give up, we still have a chance." Van took a deep breath.

Art looked at Fan with a complicated expression, "It's okay, now we are the only ones standing together, just like in the survival trial, but at that time we were trying to live, and now we are ......"

"Now we're here to live!" Van scolded in a low voice.

"Well, Chief, you're always right." Art smiled and tightened his grip on the weapon.

The empty central square was almost unobstructed, and the soldiers who did not reach the safe area on time and were scattered outside became the best targets for the Imperial people to slaughter, and those Imperial soldiers who were originally scattered everywhere were also attracted to the central square.

Van did his best to get rid of his opponents, he couldn't kill, he couldn't even use weapons easily, because it would make him visible in the crowd, and what he needed most now was to be ignored. He always believed that as long as it dragged on long enough, he and Art still had hope of survival.

But a bullet hit Art in the thigh, and he fell to the ground with a stumble.

"Boss, let's go, I can't accompany you anymore." Art grinned, laughing freely and reluctantly.

Without saying a word, Van picked up Art, and then hurriedly jumped to the flower bed and dodged a round of shooting.

"Boss ......"

"Shut up!" Van was furious.

Art instinctively shrunk back, unable to say a word of what he wanted to say.

Splashes of dirt and tiles fell above the two of them, dead, and they got closer and closer.

When the footsteps of death were about to extend to their side, a low horn suddenly sounded in the sky!

"Whew!" The low, powerful sound of the horn was like the roar of the Angel of Death.

And the sound of the horn is accompanied by the inner city gate that is slowly opened.

When the heavy city gate slowly opened, there was a gray crowd behind the city gate!

Gray clothes, gray weapons, gray lightsaber blades, and gray face paint.

The silent battlefield seemed to be overshadowed by ashes, and the sudden cold wind brought with it an extremely cold cold.

They closed their eyes tightly, their hands clenched in their lightsabers, their swords clubbed to the ground, and they fell to one knee, bowing their heads like devout believers.

"Whew!" The sound of the trumpet sounded again was like the sound of the Lord's precepts in the world, and those mortals who broke the precepts would eventually bear the wrath of the Lord.

"Kill!"

The lightsaber of the pestle pointed directly at the sky at the same time, and thousands of pairs of gray pupils suddenly opened and closed, and what existed in their pupils was the indifference and ruthlessness that exterminated everything!