Chapter 732

"Green skin!!"

Cried Bahram, the first to shoot back.

Thousands of aliens poured out of the passage, making a terrible roar, and the entrance of the settlement was immediately surrounded.

These civilians are going to be slaughtered!

The terrible idea came to Bahram's mind. The guards were pulling down the lockers from the wall and hiding behind, but these bunkers had no effect in front of large-diameter bullets. These militias could only last for a few minutes in front of the green skin.

The settlement also fell into chaos. People began to run in despair. Some tried to find an exit, others planned to hide at home, but others organized to resist.

The cry and cry made Bahram's anger rise immediately.

These innocent people will die in front of him, but he can't do anything, as if he had just said a big word.

He emptied his magazine and sent many micro rockets across the corridor. They made a loud sound when they exploded around the enemy.

Suddenly, a big guy made a metal noise, fell to the ground and died, and the rest of the boys stepped back.

"Are they retreating?"

A guard asked, and the others began to approach the door.

"Go back!"

Bahram immediately yelled at the rash guard, but it was too late. A rocket flew from the end of the corridor and exploded outside the door.

The starfighters were lifted directly off the ground, rolled back and flattened a water tank.

And those who guarded the door with him turned into pieces and sprinkled them around the entrance.

"Damn --"

Bahram got up, the smell of burnt meat and blood filled his nostrils, his ears hummed, and his faces were full of fear.

People shot at green skin in vain with their low-power guns. They came here because of him. They all came to fight for survival.

Just as the green one was about to rush into the gate, a figure appeared behind Bahram.

"Sir."

He turned and saw only a touch of scarlet passing by.

Nameless anger overcame reason, jumped up, and calistarus, holding a sharp sword, howled and rushed to the green skin close at hand.

The bullet exploded on his armor, but it couldn't stop him. He rushed into the green pile and cut down the first with his sword and the other with his pistol.

The knife and axe came at him, and the superhuman power made them almost penetrate his ceramic steel armor. At the same time, many rough hands tried to catch him. However, at the moment, calistarus seemed to have changed into a person, terrible and unstoppable.

He howled, slaughtered the green skin in front of him, knocked down their stinking bodies and split them.

I don't know when his helmet has been pulled off, and all his senses are submerged by blood - its taste, its color.

His anger continued to grow until he finally became a killing machine. Soon he stepped into a warm and humid world, full of the metal smell of blood.

It seems that at that moment, the think tank disappeared and was replaced by an uncontrollable weapon.

Even the green skin was frightened by such killings. They retreated like a tide in search of a new leader.

But the attack did not stop, and gunfire came from other exits of the settlement.

"Sir?"

Aware that something was wrong with calistarus, Bahram asked cautiously.

The next second, he stepped back, because the bloody eyes and tusks of the blood Angel frightened him.

"Blood blood"

"Sir, are you --"

Suddenly, calistarius grabbed Bahram's arm.

"Go, take them."

Just like when it came, the red tide receded from the think tank, but it was replaced by something deeper.

"The palace will keep it. Traitors will never take a step!"

Bahram lamented why the think tank began to talk nonsense again.

At this time, the foreman also hurried over.

"Adults, the elevator has started. You can go!"

"You must also retreat."

Hearing Bahram's words, the foreman was stunned for a moment, and then shook his head bitterly.

"It's also a dead end up there. There are green skins everywhere. Although I'm a grass farmer, I can see that... I can't keep the nest."

"No! There is still hope. My comrades in arms are still up there!"

In fact, when he said this, Bahram himself had no confidence.

At this time, his silent communicator suddenly sent out a signal of contact, so he immediately connected and waited nervously.

"I'm Bahram! Can anyone hear me?"

He almost cheered when he heard the response from the messenger.

"Bahram, this is Oscar. We thought you were dead. We were preparing to retreat. The company commander came, and a new batch of reinforcements. You hurry to the nearest elevator immediately and we will pick you up."

"I'm afraid it will take some time?"

Bahram answered in a low voice.

"What happened?"

"Oscar, we are now with a group of civilians. There are about two thousand of them."

"It's a good thing that so many people have survived this terror... Wait, we?"

"I met Sir callistolius. He seems to be hurt. Something's wrong. I don't know what's going on."

"Something's wrong?"

"He kept talking nonsense about the Legion and the palace."

At this time, kalistalus, who had been shaking, said again.

"Horus, my brother, you're wrong, wrong..."

But then he shook his head.

"No, I'm callistolius, I'm callistolius -"

"Oh, he's starting to say Horus's name. Sir callistarius's situation is getting worse and worse."

Then a faint conversation came from the communicator, and then almin's voice came in.

"Bahram, you must leave there immediately. The green skin is going to submerge your area. Take those civilians and move towards the nearest meeting point. As for calistarius... You must be more careful and leave him immediately in case of any abnormality. Black rage is very dangerous."

Bahram's tactical eyepiece showed a map with a red dot flashing on it.

"We still have some defenders here. They can withdraw civilians to a safe area."

"Sir, the black rage you just said..."

"Don't ask so much, execute the order!"

"Yes!"

Turn off the communicator and Bahram said to the Foreman:

"There is reception above. Let's retreat immediately. Children and women first. Let's come to the back of the hall!"

"Good!"

So a tense retreat began, but as the settlement entrances and exits fell one after another, soon only the exit behind the church was left.

In order to delay the attack steps of the green skin, Bahram ordered the demolition of settlement buildings and blocked the road with debris, leaving only a main road leading to the entrance of the church.

Just as he was actively deploying defense, calistarius, who had been sitting silently in front of the emperor's statue, suddenly pressed his shoulder.

"Go."

He said very calmly:

"Everybody, go now."

The guards were used to listening to astat and immediately withdrew from the church, leaving only bakhram and calistarius.

Bahram was not aware of what had happened until now. He only felt that calistarius had completely changed into another thing, melancholy and sad, and there was an uncontrollable rage in the depths of his eyes.

The think tank looked at Bahram and suddenly showed a smile.

"Go, brother, protect our father. This is what you're good at."

"I --"

Bahram was not sure that the other party was talking to himself, because the pupil of the think tank had become pure black, and in the reflection of the other party's pupil, he saw not himself, but a giant wearing yellow armor.

"Let's go! I'm here. I must protect my father."

With that, he turned around, holding a long sword stained with blood, and walked towards the gate step by step. On the main road not far away, the green skins poured in like a mountain.

"Come on! Traitors! Demons! Face me! And my brothers, let's fight one-on-one!"

Bahram remembered what Amin had said to him. After hesitating for a while, he turned and ran behind the door.

At the moment he dared to run out of the door, he heard the roar that did not belong to calistarus. When he turned his head, he saw only a group of white wings open in the dazzling light.

Then, the cathedral with explosives began to collapse. Bahram closed his eyes in pain and turned to chase the refugees.