Chapter 301

Aware of the look behind him, soshyan turned to gorgorgory and went over to reach out.

"I want to thank you for your intervention."

"How..."

All gorgri could say was these two words, and his senses had not recovered from the song released by the devil.

"The power of will."

Soshyan said calmly that his face had already recovered. Gorgorgory didn't notice his face when he lay on the ground and covered his ears. When gorgorgory's sight recovered, soshyan had put on his helmet.

But the scene that he defeated the devil was still seen by the other party, so he had to make an explanation.

"That's all, the power of will, that damn witchcraft is not worth mentioning in front of two soldiers like us, is it?"

"Yes, I think so."

Gorgeli also felt that his thoughts were too strange, so he took soshyan's hand and pulled himself up.

The pyramid was suddenly shrouded in strange silence. The remaining demons fell to the ground after their master died, curled up and cried like children who lost loved ones.

"It seems that this time we --"

Half way through, gorgorgory suddenly widened his eyes and looked straight behind soshyang.

Soshyang immediately turned around, but saw the headless demon body floating again on the ground.

"I haven't failed yet! Soulless!"

With a cruel word, the devil suddenly rose up in the sky with a roar and disappeared into the dark.

"These things are really entangled."

Soshyang sighed. He was tired, confused and worried.

"Kill all the remaining enemies and destroy this place. Let's leave."

Then he turned and walked along the broken pyramid to the cheering soldiers.

Gorgorgory picked up his weapon and watched the scene of victory unfold in front of him.

But soshyang could notice that his chest fluctuated in his laborious breathing. It was obvious that the other party was using incomparable willpower to refuse the painkillers injected by the armor and make himself lose his mind.

"Brother, you need a pharmacist to deal with it."

"This?"

Gorgorgory smiled brightly.

"I've been hurt much worse than this. You can't imagine how quickly I'll get up again. Then I can teach you one or two new tricks in the training room."

Even after going through this cruel battle and witnessing those lost lives, gorgri can still be so optimistic and cheerful.

Soshyang felt his mood was much better, and he also smiled.

"I'm glad to fight with you, gorgorgory."

"Me too, brother."

Gorgri nodded.

"But I have a hunch that before this battle is over, we still have a chance to fight together."

"It won't work if you keep getting hurt like this. Seriously, you need a pharmacist."

"Nonsense, there are people who are more seriously injured than me. They need a bone saw."

"You never learned to accept the fact that you were hurt, did you?"

Soshyang said with a smile.

"Never, but that's the style of Donne's children, isn't it?"

"I can't say."

Soshyang said, waving to a soul drinker's pharmacist, ignoring gorgorgory's firm opposition.

This is, Marcus also came up.

He looked at soshyan and pointed to the top of the pyramid.

"You killed her?"

"I think you're right."

In fact, Marcus was suppressed by the song all the way, and he didn't see anything.

"Well, it seems that we are lucky."

Marcus took a deep breath, and the air was still filled with the smell left after the devil disappeared.

"Now let's destroy this source of disaster."

At this time, soshyan's communicator suddenly sounded, followed by Farzad's sad voice.

"Commander of the war, Lazo and Alexander were killed..."

Hearing the news, soshyan's mood fell to the bottom.

"You... Protect their bodies and I'll deal with them later."

"Yes."

Seeing soshyang's gloomy face, gorgorgory opened his mouth to ask, but then his communicator rang.

A few seconds later, his expression became similar to soshyan.

Marcus probably guessed what had happened, but there was nothing to say. He could only quietly arrange his hands to destroy the altar.

While the elite forces of the two battle groups are trying to destroy the altar of sub space, the soldiers left in the fortress of the Ministry of justice also face a difficult challenge.

Hold the fort firmly under the tide of enemy attack.

Although the fleet in orbit has caused great damage to the enemy before the enemy group approaches, the light of bombing can be seen even a hundred kilometers away.

But there are too many enemies and one after another.

When the orbital bombing stopped, a large number of enemies had surrounded the fortress.

The cruel offensive and defensive battle began immediately.

"Here they are!"

The soldiers at the guard post shouted.

Heretics charged from the fog, and some huge figures stood out among the Christian soldiers.

It is not only pagans who take part in the attack, but also many things that appear in nightmares.

These evil banshees, swinging whips, drove the pagans to rush into battle and pounce like a group of vicious dogs on the guns of the defenders.

In a sense, they use those believers as human shields.

"Stop them!"

Eric ordered calmly.

Then, the heavy explosive guns on the sentry tower opened fire, and roared one after another on the front line defending the walls and gates. Heavy weapons joined the battle. Automatic guns and laser guns jumped and roared at the muzzle of all guns.

Intense fire poured into the enemy's charge, causing considerable damage, slowing it down and dispersing it.

Thousands of explosions and shocks tore bodies apart or flew into the air.

Bright laser and plasma tracks intertwined on the battlefield. A large group of mortals in robes were harvested. Eric smiled under the brim of his hat. He saw many figures trembling and falling to the ground.

But when there is a coming, there must be a going.

The enemy also took out all the heavy weapons seized or self-made.

Artillery and machine guns roared in the distance to support the chanting pagans who carried out suicide charges.

Shells and bullets smashed into the wall, blew up bricks and stones, and tore at the gate.

The defenders began to suffer casualties.

If that's all, no matter how many enemies there are, Eric is fearless, because they can kill them.

What's more terrible is those they can't kill.

When the ranks of pagans approached the parapet, fast figures gushed out of the thick fog.

That's a smart color evil Banshee.

They ignored the laws of physics and, like missiles, thundered across the wide trench outside the wall, plunged into the defense line at the top of the wall, leaving the main body of the troops far behind.

As soon as he landed on the ground, he immediately killed with whips and crab claws, and laughed jokingly and wantonly.

"Let's have fun!"

A large number of imperial soldiers were harvested like mature grain. They were confused by the laughter and the fragrance of the devil. They stood where they were, split in half, splashed with flesh and blood, and their bodies flew.

"Drive them off the wall!"

Eric shouted angrily:

"If you continue, the wall will collapse soon!"

Suddenly, a howling Banshee was shot down in mid air with an accurate bomb.

The devil's waist exploded and turned into a pool of pus.

"For the emperor!"

Ustad rushed up the steps towards the parapet, and another soldier Darwin walked side by side with him.

They came to the top of the gate, and now there was a river of blood on the wall.

Those soldiers who were badly hurt and bled to death pushed the slight pulsation of overflowing blood with their frantic heartbeat. The red stream gurgled down the groove beside the wall and poured into the ditch, as if it were rust water in an iron pipe.