Chapter 447

"Those prisoners look terrible, but in the face of fanatical fighting nuns, their fate is afraid to be worse."

With this in mind, malakin slowed down and looked inside from the hall.

The dirty cell was full of abused people. They curled up like livestock. Although their faces were haunted with deep fear, they all tried to move their bodies and stared at the angels with their empty eyes.

Suddenly, malakin felt something was wrong. These prisoners were too quiet.

"Be vigilant and prepare fire cover."

He gave orders on the messenger and the soldiers were on alert.

A few seconds later, the prisoners suddenly screamed and rushed forward, squeezing their heads into gershan without stopping.

Malakin looked around and saw that some prisoners kept bumping their bodies into the cells, shaking the iron door. He didn't care even if he hit his head and blood.

Soon, the doors opened.

"The traitor hid behind the prisoner."

Malakin shouted on his communicator. His tone was flat and didn't seem to be surprised.

"They're all in the room. Fire."

Every mourner heard the command, and the superhuman response made them execute it without thinking.

However, it was not only the Wailers who had such a rapid response. The ragged prisoners were also torn to pieces by the gunfire from behind in the blink of an eye, and the bomb guns were fired against their spine and behind their skulls.

Then the remnant soldiers of the red pirates rushed out.

For a moment, the cell turned into a chaotic battlefield, using complex and changeable facilities as cover, and former comrades in arms opened fire desperately to try to destroy each other.

The battle was short and bloody. The soldiers of the red pirates and the mourners kept exchanging positions, and the roaring bullets crossed between Geshan in the cell.

With the overwhelming number of mourners, some red pirates were forced to the wall, and explosives continued to hit their helmets and bodies.

The remaining prisoners also suffered. They kept screaming, and their bodies torn by explosives fell.

In other cells, the red pirates beat the mourners back to the darkness relying on their bunkers. The sudden attack made some teams lose the accuracy of their previous firepower and disrupted their formation.

After shooting for a while, the red pirates retreated under the pressure of mourners.

After the clip was empty, the red pirate soldiers forced into the desperate situation had to rush up with high melee weapons. In response, the mourners also waved swords and jump shields.

Malakin also fought in the front line. The explosion sparked the bulkheads around him, but no bullet fell on him.

"Brother of the wailer! You don't have to fight for the fallen and dirty empire! Stay on the front line and give us a shuttle. This ship is yours!"

In the dark, a hoarse voice sounded. Obviously, the red pirates also knew that if they continued to fight, they would be dead.

But malakin remained unmoved.

"Traitor, I will kill you one by one."

In the flickering fire, malakin rushed out of the darkness, shot a fallen red pirate in the head, and then reloaded his weapons.

Although the red pirates don't know his name, they probably have a few in mind just looking at his cloak and his gorgeous power armor.

Then a red pirate came out of the darkness. He didn't wear a helmet, stared at malakin with cold eyes, and his gray hair was scattered on his shoulders.

"Commander malakin, why?"

The death of many comrades made the face of the red pirate team leader become abnormally distorted. He held a bomb gun with an empty cartridge clip in one hand, and the other held a power long sword. The blade glittered in the dark, and the blood on the sword was evaporating.

"Have you forgotten the disgrace brought to you by the Tara Council!"

Even in his rage, the red pirate spoke with great bearing.

"In that great war, we fought side by side and bled together."

"Shut up!"

Malakin angrily interrupted each other.

"Look at what you've done. The descendants of St. Gilles won't be with you anymore. They're even more ashamed to have been with you! You're the biggest disgrace for mourners! Who do you think you are? You dare to talk in front of me. Huron doesn't dare to be so crazy in front of me. Look at your degenerate face and the witchcraft flowing in your veins!"

The red pirate captain took up his sword and looked at it in the mirror with his shining blade.

"Really, you should see what's flowing on you, mourner, because you'll soon see it on the floor of the dungeon."

The two commanders stared at each other, while the soldiers belonging to the two battle regiments caught and fought in the dark.

Suddenly, malakin's cloak moved and the red pirate captain blinked.

When he recovered, the other party had stood behind him, holding a bloody sword in his hand.

"You --"

The red pirate's face was puzzled. When he felt pain on his wrist, he looked down and found that his palm and the sword in his palm had fallen to the ground, and a large amount of blood was gushing from the fracture of his wrist..

Before he could speak, a bomb gun had been stretched out from the side and put on the forehead of the red pirate captain, freezing his expression.

"Next is Huron."

At the sound of a gun, the head of the red pirate was blasted into rotten watermelon, and brains and broken meat were sprayed on the wall.

Malakin waited quietly in the stench of smoke and death, and the final killing was carried out in the dark.

Finally, only the mourners came out of the cell one by one and joined their immediate officers.

At the corner of the stairs, thousands of cults poured out to try to surround the invading Wailers, but when they saw the body of their former master on the ground, their will immediately collapsed and fled as fast as when they came.

"Lei Ying can come and withdraw the soldiers. There is only one team left here."

Malakin gave the order with a little fatigue.

"It's over?"

The third company commander of the mourner inquired aside

"It's over. The news just came that the commander of soshiyang war has completely wiped out the invaders on the black ship. Now there is only cleaning the battlefield."

"But there is also a red pirate ship..."

Malakin shook his head and signaled the other party not to continue the topic.

"Carry out your task."

"Yes."

After the third company commander left, malakin looked down at the bodies of the red pirates on the ground. It was hard for him to imagine that the once great vortex Guardian Star claw would degenerate into what it is now.

At this time, what he did in the past surprised him in a cold sweat.

If Huron's plot was not exposed and the mourners were really tied to the chariot, would they be like this now?

Such a possibility made malakin shudder.

But fortunately, with the emperor's blessing, when the regiment came to the edge of the abyss, they still had a chance to turn back.

Thinking of this, he immediately turned and walked towards the prison gate. He planned to meet someone.

Besides their enthusiasm for the Empire, the mourners also owe this chance of survival to that man after the badaab war.

And now that man is on the black boat, he is——

Judge, osino quant.