Chapter 11

"Soshyang!"

Soshyang, who was trying to destroy the last group of active mechanical dead with his comrades in arms, immediately turned his head when he heard the voice of the company commander and saw that Everich was coming towards him. His left arm was cut off from his elbow and the incision was still emitting wisps of smoke.

But this did not affect the company commander's resolute expression, as if the wound did not appear on him.

"Why are you here?"

"Our landing module encountered enemy fire when it landed and deviated slightly from its orbit, but fortunately -"

"That's terrible."

Averich interrupted him with a frown.

"You should be next to the commander of amurad war, not here."

"Company commander, I don't understand."

Soshyang realized that something was wrong, and the doubt before entering the landing module reappeared from the bottom of his heart. Many things were not normal from the beginning.

But averich obviously didn't mean to explain. He looked around and shouted:

"Seven companies! Assemble!"

After taking care of the dead in the mausoleum, the soldiers gathered. A total of 53 people, including a priest, were all the remaining living people of the seventh company, most of them wounded.

"We must completely destroy this node and prevent the dead from repairing it."

Averich said, looking at a soldier with a red and white helmet, which was his adjutant.

"Is the hot melt bomb ready?"

"Yes, company commander."

At this time, the ominous sound of metal friction sounded at the entrance to the south of the mausoleum, as if countless pairs of iron boots had trampled across the ground. Without looking, soshyang knew that the enemy's big army was coming. Obviously, their owners were unwilling to give up this important energy node.

The seventh company commander looked at the entrance, then turned his head to the left and looked at Soshi Yang's strong eyes.

He took a deep breath and continued:

"You are the last 53 people of the seventh company. You carry all the honors of the company on your shoulders. Maybe I haven't been fighting for that long, but I have vowed to witness all this! The seventh company has fought so far and will continue to fight before all this is over, the last battle to end the nightmare of the dead, the last battle to perform my duties and defend the honor of the team!"

At this time, the priest of heijia also stood up and shouted in a stern voice:

"So what are you going to do? Will you join me in begging the souls of our fallen compatriots to help me in the coming battle and arouse our fighting spirit? All of you!"

For a moment, all astates faced the priest and knelt on one knee on the hard rock floor, as did soshyang.

Some people are slow because of their wounds, but no one hesitates.

The priest stood before them, holding up his scepter and watching the people follow him.

"In the name of the most noble majesty, the holy emperor, we beg you."

"Long live my emperor!"

Everyone responded.

"We beg you for the honor of the emperor and the tireless dedication of his defenders."

"Long live my emperor!"

"Those who give their lives exchange the eternal suffering of immortality for our survival. We beg you to call back the soul from our brother's death and return it to your side!"

"Die in name!"

The angels of death took over with one voice.

At this time, those staggering mechanical nightmares also reappeared from the darkness of the channel. Their empty eyes were burning cold green flames. The tear guns in their hands were flat on their chest, just like toy soldiers stacked neatly, walking at the exact pace towards the creatures gathered in the mausoleum.

"Get ready to fight! You guys go and plant hot melt bombs!"

The soldiers of the company began to take their places. When soshyang picked up his gun and was ready to find his position, the company commander appeared in front of him and handed soshyang his sword and a helmet.

"Take it, take your team, get out of here and go to the commander of the war. You should be able to meet them when you go in that direction."

His voice was small, but with unquestionable authority.

"This is an order."

As if he knew what soshyang's next sentence was, he added, then turned and walked to the priest.

"Company commander -"

Soshyang stretched out his hand and called. Everichton stopped walking, but didn't look back.

"I'll be right back, anyway."

With that, he put on his helmet, turned and summoned his remaining five players to walk in the direction pointed out by Everich.

Everich, who came to the priest, looked back, saw soshyang disappear into the shadow of the passage and whispered:

"May the emperor bless him."

"May the emperor have mercy on us."

The priest's words aroused avery's wry smile. He took down the bomb gun fixed on his thigh and came to the back of the bunker. At this time, the dead had begun to shoot, and the turbulent dissociation rays rained on the area where astats stood.

Boom!

With the roar of huge shaking the whole mausoleum, the energy nodes supplying the whole area were momentarily interrupted, and the darkness immediately shrouded around.

"For the emperor!!!!!"

With a roar, Everich fired his first shot at the enemy.

Other astates also immediately released their anger. The flame of the bomb gun immediately became a little light in the dark, and the light emitted by the dead was like a ghost fire in the tomb. The two were intertwined and accompanied by the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.

"Why?"

Hearing the gunfire behind him, Axel looked back and walked quickly to soshyang.

"You've asked four times."

"I don't understand."

"This is an order. You don't need to understand."

"Soshyang!"

Axel grabbed each other's arm, and the whole team immediately stopped

"We are not cowards!"

Everyone's eyes focused on him. Although soshyang didn't wear a helmet, his expressionless face was no different from the helmet.

"No one says you're a coward."

"Then we should fight! Die with other brothers! Not... Run away!"

"I repeat, this is not escape, this is an order, the company commander's order."

"Why? What tasks need us? We are not veterans or terminators."

"Watch your words, axel."

After staring at each other, soshyang took his arm out of each other's palm and continued to move forward.

"It is true that we are neither veterans nor terminators, but we are still astat, the warrior of the emperor, the extension of his eternal will. I hope you can pay more attention to your value."

Facing soshyang's words, Axel was speechless. He glanced at the others, but they stopped for a moment and followed soshyang's footsteps.

"Well, I hope the task is worth it."

Shook his head, Axel quickly followed up, and the gunfire behind him gradually became weak with the distance