Chapter 10

Soshyang went on through the tall arch and into the center of the mausoleum hall.

The space in the hall is extremely huge, and the air is filled with green light, which is like stepping into a mechanical hell.

The multilateral black stone supported by the light column is horizontally suspended around him, in which the thin and silent dead lie still. Tens of thousands of bodies are framed in the light, black stone and gravity force field and combined through the automatic control system.

If they all wake up, even if everyone fills in the seventh company, they can't lift a splash.

Fortunately, perhaps because of the mysterious curse, only one tenth of the awakened dead are troublesome enough.

Soshyang cleaved through the steel jungle and reached the center of the battlefield, where his company commander was surrounded.

However, he came late.

The company's pharmacist fell to the ground, his chest was split like a scallop, and his internal organs and blood were gushing out, dyeing his white armor red - with the death of the company's pharmacist, the gene seeds of those dead soldiers will always be left in the cold void.

This is a devastating blow to any war regiment.

Originally, this scene should have put soshyang into a defensive state, with the fastest speed and the highest vigilance.

Although he had superhuman instinct, the death of the pharmacist made his mind wander for a moment.

So the first blow caught him off guard.

The attack came from the side, and soshyang's shoulder armor only narrowly blocked it.

The attacker's sickle shattered the shoulder armor and stabbed soshyang's forearm.

"Damn it!"

He staggered back, his face full of surprise and anger.

Angry at the mistake of distraction.

Surprised by the power of his existence.

Soshyang rallied and blocked the enemy's attack with his sword.

He was competing face-to-face with a dead noble, a fleshy beast with smooth silver armor covered with various strengthening organs and eye-catching green crystals: these aliens were usually the rulers of their sad people and the elite of the dead population.

The soldier's figure is worthy of an equal opponent. His weapon is a strengthened halberd.

After a brief confrontation, they whirled and attacked each other like dancers in the hall.

The challenge of the necromancer nobility is a threat to all the necromancer cannon fodder destroyed by bisoshyang on this day. The combat skills of these elite warriors are extremely terrible, and their strengthened strength is far better than that of sooshyang.

Even its speed made astat a little out of breath.

You can hardly imagine the flexibility that a machine should have.

In a creepy moment, soshyang didn't know whether he was finally experiencing the feeling of powerlessness.

They fought all the way to the middle of the hall.

There is a huge stack of biochemical static generators, carved with various strange images, like the altar of the temple.

The dead lying in the coffin were transported out of it, suspended up and down and stacked together.

Several huge black statues, dazzling as snow, knelt respectfully around the still generator.

The silver armor of the dead noble glowed like oil slick under the strange light in the mausoleum area. His halberd danced like a light band and launched every attack with cold and precise calculation.

But soshyoung's defense is more sophisticated.

"Ha!"

With a loud roar, he seized the opportunity and sent a lightning strike with the hilt of his sword, breaking the other party's chest armor.

The necromancer nobleman stumbled a few steps, immediately stabilized his steps and immediately launched a counterattack.

Bang!

The two weapons are crossed and firmly bite together.

However, the saw teeth of the chain saw suffered from the sharp blade of the halberd. With the harsh creak, the splashing broken metal slapped on soshiyang's power armor, and some flew over his face and scratched blood marks.

Seeing that the stalemate was unfavorable, soshyang was planning to get out and fight again, but the other party suddenly hit himself with his shoulder.

Astat stumbled backwards and crashed into a row of automatic control systems.

The casing was smashed, and the fragments scattered and splashed, like withered petals in the weak light.

Some sleeves were knocked out of the range supported by the gravity light column and smashed on the polished metal floor.

The energy supply of the mausoleum suddenly fell into a shortage, and those sleeping aliens rolled to the ground like bundles of branches and roots.

"Victory or death!"

The dead pushed away the suspension sleeve in front of it and rushed to soshyang with debris and debris all over the ground.

Astat struggled to his feet.

The dark and morbid energy flash jumped between the collapsed areas of the mausoleum hall like the wrong neuron, and the flames of various colors emitted by the explosion twisted and crashed into the quiet silver surface of the undamaged wall.

Like thousands of voices, the strange harmony of whispering filled the whole hall.

The Deathly noble has rushed to soshyang.

Astat was calm. At this moment, the time suddenly became extremely slow, and so did the other party's actions.

Thousands of thoughts flashed in his brain. Then soshyang raised his arm, crossed the chain saw sword in front of him, chopped a lens unit, and cut a trace down on each other's abdomen and hip.

In the blink of an eye, the dead spirit shook and waved the halberd, almost hitting soshyang's head.

But the angel of death's counterattack forced the alien to step back and trample the debris all over the ground into powder.

Soshyang's next blow cut the enemy's thigh, and something silver, like liquid water, sobbed out.

In this extremely unfavorable situation, the dead noble turned his upper body with the spine as the center, and Zhan halberd swung soshiyang's chain saw sword, and the tail of Zhan halberd hit him hard in the face.

Soshyang suddenly fell to the ground. The impact made his brain buzzing in his skull, and his mouth and nose were full of blood.

Facing down, he held out his hand in a daze to feel for the sword he had just released, but he didn't touch anything.

"Sir!"

He turned over and looked up, wondering why the enemy hadn't finished him yet.

As a result, he found that villinus of the team was facing the sword with the dead noble, and fix was not far behind.

The loud noise of weapon shooting kept coming from the entrance, which showed that other teams had entered the core area of the mausoleum. Nothing was more inspiring than the arrival of reinforcements.

But what happened later made soshyang sad.

Villinus was injured on the way into the hall, and his movement was a little slow.

His arrival and volley saved soshyang, but also destroyed himself.

The Deathly noble is a too powerful opponent. Before the dizzy and bloody soshyang can stand up, the alien leader has sent a fatal blow to split velinus from his left shoulder to his right crotch.

A single blow cut him diagonally in half.

The corpses of the team members fell heavily to the ground, and blood and internal organs sprayed all over the ground.

Fix roared and rushed at the dead, but the other party punched him into another row of coffins.

This gave soshyang a chance. He found his sword, even though the serrations on it were incomplete.

"Go to hell!"

He inserted the sword into the spine of the dead noble from behind, and the tip of the Sword Pierced out from the middle of the emblem on the special-shaped breastplate.

The beast knelt on one knee and then fell face down.

Soshyang pressed his knee on his back and cut his skull. The pale face of the dead noble turned to one side, his cheek was close to the floor, and the silver metal was covered with dark red blood beads.

As soshyang destroyed everything in his skull, the strange green awn in his eyes gradually faded.