Chapter 425

Although the green main force of Freon has long been defeated, their remnants are still tenacious to resist under the dead planet.

Malakin's idea is very simple. He will kill every green skin in the world to achieve their salvation.

And most of the time, he will personally go to the front line to command the battle.

Under his command, every mourner soldier knew his mission and his actions were upgraded to a more sophisticated level.

In front of him, the green skins hesitated to wrap their feet - their roars were dumb, their heavy blows were deflected, and their tenacity melted.

With the blood throwing wide sword flying up and down, the special-shaped blood has wrapped a layer of blood for the heavy blade, and the battle group is invincible, pointing directly to the center of the green underground network.

"The watchman of the abyss", as the soldiers called him.

This gloomy nickname comes from malakin's deep sadness and resentment, which comes from the rough experience of the regiment.

When the soldiers feel his state of mind, they will become extremely ferocious and almost commit suicide. Too many hardships make the War Regiment gradually worship death and sacrifice.

Even so, the first thing they have to do is destroy the enemy.

On this day, the mourners finally found the last underground fortress in the green skin. They have been looking for it for months.

The ground around the soldiers shook with the high temperature, and the wall itself gave off a gloomy red light.

Magma spewed from the uneasy surface of the wide fire lake and splashed on the stalactites protruding from the high roof. Only a path crossed the Purgatory - a reflective rock belt ten meters wide and 100 meters long, thrown from the mixer below like an uncoordinated queue.

The mountain road is flat and wide, climbing all the way to the last gate - the entrance to the innermost fortress of the whole underground complex.

The green skins gathered in groups in front of the gate. They knew this was their last battle.

They gather in front of the heavy stone piers, each pier is decorated with their strange and rough gods, and their special-shaped skin is almost black under the fire.

This is the largest group of their kind. Now they fight with rage and roar with uncontrollable belligerence.

In the middle of the causeway, the heavy guys broke into the queue of mourners, and a close fight began.

At the same time, a vortex composed of ammunition and energy weapons roared out from under the huge lintel, and the magma gushing below was spraying death.

The wailing elites fought with wave after wave of alien fighting. Malakin personally met a giant beast in heavy armor. They wrestled together at the mountain mouth vault, and the two giants fought violently in the leaping flame.

It only lasted about ten seconds.

"Dead!!"

Malakin roared, and the blood spattering broad sword crossed an arc. Then the huge green head flew high and fell into the magma.

Then the headless body fell to the ground, triggering a small-scale earthquake.

Malakin stepped out of the battle and stared at the raging fire. His cloak snapped in the strong wind.

The body of boss green was swallowed and burned in the strong wind, and finally turned into ashes.

Then malakin raised his head. Although the purgatory around him was still burning, everyone was shrouded in a murderous spirit that went deep into his soul.

He said only three words, and the voice suddenly became empty and desolate.

"Come with me."

Then he went forward alone, and his behavior changed from luxury to terror like the night.

Malakin waved his knife gloomily, cut the air like a sad wind and whispered, bringing up muddy liquid arcs.

The green skins flinched, their roars were swallowed back to their throats, and the bluff suddenly became cautious.

Malakin continued to kill. He rushed into the array, first released his heavy swing, and then accelerated, faster and faster, until he entered a state similar to black anger.

For the descendants of the Holy Blood angel, once in this state, all thoughts are only killing, there is almost no deviation between intention and action, and revenge has become a living creature with both extension and connotation.

Under the cover of uncontrollable revenge, the Holy Blood angel in black anger will kill everything in front of him.

Black anger comes from Saint Gilles, the protoplasm of the Holy Blood angel. When he was killed by Horus on the soul of revenge, the great pain left a strong psychic mark on his legion.

When this mark is activated, the Holy Blood Angels will fall into a real illusion. They will become the echo of the father of genes on the soul of revenge, and regard themselves as dying angels. Everything in front of them is the enemy that should be destroyed.

The Holy Blood angel in this state is almost uncontrollable, so black anger has also become a terrible curse for noble angels.

But mourners are an exception, which is an ancient secret of their regiment.

Their ancestors defeated black anger by some means, and a few soldiers can reduce the power of black anger in a rational state.

Malakin is one of them.

If he used to kill freely, now he is a complete slaughter, almost breaking the boundary between divinity and demonism.

Even the astates, who have been used to hysterical violence for a long time, remain silent.

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of aliens fell under his knife.

And alien weapons can't touch him at all.

They looked up at him and were swept away. Even if they wanted to parry and avoid, they still fell down like a knife cutting wheat.

Part of the non green skin tried to fight together, but was torn into sobbing pieces.

Malakin ran through the herd and paved a blood path around him, killing like a ghost in the endless darkness, silent like a tombstone and piercing like the night wind.

A minute later, it was almost difficult to see malakin.

He hid behind a curtain of cut meat and splashed blood, and a primitive force burned in the alien team, dark and spectacular.

In the whole battle, the green skins tried to escape for the first time, trying to escape from the hungry yellow devil.

But they have no space, no time, and no hope.

Most of them were caught when they turned, cut from their back and cut off their necks.

A few managed to return to the gate and curled up in the shadow of the larger monster, which was sent by their warlord.

The green warlord shuffled back to the door and put on a desperate attitude.

But its trembling power claws betrayed its heart.

Then malakin walked by the edge of the gate, and none of the green skin had just come out to stop him.

Soon, from the other side of the gate came the screams of aliens, one after another, repeated and suffocating.

The chorus of terror and panic continued without any relief.

Ten minutes later, a wailing soldier slowly approached the gate, his boots creaking on the corpse road.

As he approached, malakin appeared again.

The Yellow armor has been soaked in blood, and thick alien blood is ticking from each layer of armor and armor edge.

His cloak became fragments, and the blade became a stream of alien blood, but he still stood tall, and the feeling of killing had disappeared, leaving only numbness.

A few seconds later, they looked at each other. Their faces were covered by helmets.

The heat waves burned around them.

After a moment of silence, malakin reached for his neck guard, took off his helmet and showed some thin cheeks.

His eyes flashed a dim light, as if the flash of some evil force still lingered. Even if the reason for its existence had disappeared, he still held on to the soul.

The use of the power of black anger is not without cost. The deep sadness and despair before the death of the mother will still haunt him.

"Commander Zhan, is it over?"

The soldier asked softly.

"We just received a message from orbit."

Malakin walked shakily, locked his helmet on his armor, and his blood was still flowing. Now he was as fresh as the angel Saint Gilles, although not as beautiful.

After calming down a little, malakin nodded and put the knife into the scabbard.

"It's over here. What's the news?"

"From the star Whisperer, the commander of soshjan war of the star Knight invites you to meet on Nathan 4."