Chapter 340

The glare of the light penetrated the darkness.

This is a team of soul drinkers who are slow, not impatient, and carry out a task with some confidence.

The team scattered throughout the cabin, overturned the fragments and examined the traces on the wall. Their internal voices ticked when they talked to each other.

They even communicate frequently in sign language.

This aroused the interest of the hunter who observed them, because he could also master astat's battle gestures skillfully.

He watched curiously how easily the enemy betrayed himself.

The hunter watched silently as the shining spear cut in one direction and another, revealing the wreckage in the depths of the wreck.

They're looking for something.

Obviously, the goal is the same as yourself.

They have doubts about the ship.

It's also very natural that anyone will doubt a suddenly abandoned ship, but it's not even a riddle for hunters.

A trap deployed by losers trying to control their fate.

Not worth mentioning.

Thinking of this, the hunter smiled and whispered to the machine soul on the armor. This sentence told the soul of armor that the hunting was really about to begin.

"Hunting vision."

The next second, his vision was filled with dark blue like the sea, rendered by the thermal light emitted by moving life.

The hunter watched the team advance and divided into two teams of five people each.

This will become very interesting.

Under the bat's wing bone helmet, there was a deep laughter. He hadn't hunted like this for a long time.

Probably——

Ten thousand years.

He chose to follow a group of people and horses and follow them through the corridor. He knew that the harsh roar of his power armor and the noise of its servo connection would not be heard by those confused rookies.

Of course, the word "rookie" may be misused and lack respect for the enemy.

After all, they are also astats. They are also Hunters - the weaker ones.

The pale lips of the former midnight Lord bent into another cunning smile.

Oh, how unfortunate.

Sevita monitors the readings on his retinal display. He tolerates the strong desire to click on the OK rune. The hunt will be easy enough that he doesn't even need to use his psionic talent.

After all, purity lies in the discipline of certain things until they become necessary.

The position runes of sol and soshyan flickered on his mask. After noticing their position on the ship, the hunter began to act. He hadn't let astat spill blood in the dark for a long time.

Maybe he is a powerful soldier, but he is a terrible killer.

Sevita prefers to hunt in the dark.

A real hunter will not avoid being seen by his prey. Only when the prey is killed will he expose his tracking. It is only the behavior of cowards and ghouls.

Where is the excitement?

A midnight Lord was raised by other more real laws.

Sevita walked through the shadow like a ghost, judging the strength of each other's auditory receptors.

What can they hear

He followed them down a corridor and then rubbed his knuckles in his armour against the metal wall.

The soul drinkers immediately turned and shone the light from their helmets on his face.

It seemed to work, and the hunter had to admire them.

As long as there is half a heartbeat in the world, the light will illuminate his vision and make him blind.

Sevita completely ignored the beam and disappeared into the shadow of a side porch when they fired.

Five minutes later, he came to the door again.

This time he set a gorgeous trap and waited for the opportunity.

He put his halberd in their only way.

It was like an invitation to go straight into the cabin to get it. Obviously, it was a trap.

But how can they resist?

The soul drinkers were very alert. They raised their bomb guns and scanned around, and their spirit entered a state of alert.

They recognized the halberd, the weapon that had killed many of their brothers. When they didn't understand why this thing appeared here, they couldn't help coming forward to check it.

Then sevita left the ceiling.

He landed on the deck behind the soul drinker with a bang, and his armor rushed forward to catch the last one of the team.

Another instinctively turned and shot.

"Don't --"

After firing three bombs at his brother's body, sevita couldn't help laughing at the guy's stupidity.

At midnight, the Lord gripped the trembling human shield against him and watched the thermometer on his retina flicker, because the dying man's blood splashed his armor.

The trembling soul drinker was nothing but a bag of frozen meat in his hand. The explosion arrow detonated, which almost killed the man, and the power armor was torn away.

"Good game."

Sevita said to the crackling audio in her helmet, threw the bloody meat shield aside and jumped to the other, with her fingers open like giant claws.

The battle was cruel and short.

At midnight, the LORD was as fast as a gust of wind. He grabbed the explosive gun directly from the other party's hand, then directly hit the muzzle into the man's eyepiece, and then pulled the trigger.

The helmet was smashed after the gunshot, and sevita let go and let the man fall.

Two shots were fired, and the bullet went through his cloak and made two big holes.

Then he turned and pulled out the halberd, waved his arm in the roar and cut off the two soul drinkers.

Blood rolled out.

The fifth man tried to chop with his sword. Sevita hit the other party's chest with the end of the halberd and knocked the man to the ground. Then he stepped up and broke the other party's arm.

"It looks crisp."

Sevita bent over and saw the eyepiece. Hatred burned in the soldier's eyes.

What is that man yelling at? He should be scolding him.

Sevita wasted a few seconds to appreciate this sentence, this desperate feeling, and the pleasure of the prey's struggle.

Then he smashed the mask with his fist and cracked the helmet with one blow.

One, two, three——

Until the other party stops moving.

"Savita."

At this time, the voice channel hisses.

"Go ahead, sol."

"We met the demon fear."

"It's not an accident. You can't guess."

"Have you finished there?"

"Brother, you see, this waste ship is as empty as soshyang's head. There is nothing valuable. I haven't even seen a machine servant. How can I find that thing? Who knows where sub space hid it."

Sevita cut off the voice server as he crossed the black corridor. He couldn't stand Sol's chatter.

Now he must finish the work seriously by himself.

This is not voluntary. Everything he has done so far is not voluntary, but there is no way. After all, the root cause of all this is——

The sin of the father.