Chapter 414： Dedicated to the Empire (please subscribe)

Chapter 414 Dedicated to the Empire (please subscribe)

Under the whipping of the fanatic, the screams of the demon became more and more shrill.

Each whip left horrific scars on the demon's twisted body.

Normally, such an injury would heal quickly.

Yet the zealot's whip contained some power that prevented the demon from healing itself.

The stone pillars displayed in the square all exude a strong smell of blood.

Vashtor can easily taste despair and pain from these tastes.

It is clear that there is not only one demon who suffers in this way.

There have been many atrocities against demons here.

Vashtor looked at the demon screaming in pain.

The body of subspace metal mixed with flesh and blood also trembled slightly.

Behind the square where the devil suffers is the destination of Vashtor's trip.

It was a majestic giant city, every building was so huge, just like the ancient mythical Titans built for themselves.

It stands deep in the webway, far away from the real universe and the highest heaven.

Both the ground and the building have incredible angles.

The ground seems to be bent into a pipe.

Smoothly curved human buildings extend into the void at an angle that does not exist in reality, until they are submerged in the white mist.

The whole city was shrouded in a layer of white mist.

When you get close, the whispers of the dead will echo in your ears.

The city above is gloomy and gloomy, filled with the breath of pain.

Like a huge mountain-like arch, it is located at the end of the road where Vashtor is.

The road is made of black stone with spiritual inertia.

When Vashtor moved, his mechanical limbs struck the ground, making a crisp sound.

Different from other demons, Vashtor's lower body is a mechanical limb made of black iron and gears, which looks like a crab.

A few steps forward, you will find a square with giant stone pillars.

The demon was tied to it and suffered.

The closer you get, the harsher the sound will be.

When it got under the stone pillar, it looked up subconsciously.

The demon just happened to be whipped and let out another deafening scream, accompanied by cursing the name Cherubelle!

Witnessing this scene, Vashtor subconsciously took a few steps back.

The demon's scream made it involuntarily fear the city.

Everything here reveals an air that makes it uneasy.

"Don't look, keep going." The guard in charge poked Vashtor with a halberd.

This action of the imperial guard made Vashtor feel humiliated, and it let out a low growl, declaring its dissatisfaction and anger.

It is an ancient god, but now it is treated as a prisoner.

If those damned ancient civilizations hadn't imprisoned it, it would definitely be a member of the great game now.

This is not bragging.

Vashtor is in charge of the casting authority and is a symbol of inventors, engineers, scientists and craftsmen.

It has a strong curiosity and innovative desire for all unknown things, without the slightest awe of morality and life.

In order for those knowledge to be 100% applied, it will always push the creation in a dark and **** direction.

Creatures in the real universe will always try to understand and enslave the power of nature at all costs, eager to obtain divinity through technology.

This kind of desire and appeal once allowed its power to grow continuously, and it was only one step away from complete sublimation, becoming the existence of the four gods.

If it wasn't for those ancient civilizations taking advantage of their weaknesses to pull them into the real space, and then being attacked by those despicable and shameless real creatures.

It will surely gain unprecedented power as those civilizations reach the peak of civilization, and become an all-knowing and omnipotent being.

Unfortunately, it fell short in the end.

It's fine if you don't become an omniscient and omnipotent person, and you're imprisoned.

"Did you hear me, keep going." The emotionless voice of the imperial guard came from under the golden closed helmet again.

Vashtor couldn't see the opponent's face, but could only see his own figure from the smooth golden helmet.

Strong and powerful red body, a pair of horns burning with demon flames, and bony spurs all over the body.

The arm that has been removed from the armor is terrifying, unusually thick, and the cables and interfaces implanted with flesh and blood can still be seen.

Vashtor is in charge of the casting authority, and his body is naturally full of primitive and rough industrial elements.

As a former **** so captured, enslaved, humiliated by mortals.

Its humiliated heart burns like a fire.

If in the past, those who dared to treat it like this would have had their souls taken away long ago and suffered forever.

Vashtor turned his head and gave the imperial guard a vicious look.

God cannot be humiliated, humiliate him, oh! Ow!

Not waiting for Vashtor to sketch out an inner drama of revenge against the empire in his heart.

The impatient imperial army stabbed it fiercely with a long halberd.

The halberd, which combines the characteristics of the soulless, has natural restraint against demons.

Just for a moment, it brought great pain to Vashtor, making him howl endlessly.

The little thought of revenge in my heart also disappeared.

Driven by the forbidden army, he walked forward honestly.

That looks like a humble prisoner who dare not resist his jailer.

After the guards inspected the imperial army's biological seal and authorization documents, they let them go.

Walk in along the giant arch.

Enter and see a huge sculpture belonging to the Holy Emperor.

Incense, the smell of sesame oil mixed together, poured into the mouth and nose of the devil.

The grand sound of prayer resounded through every corner of the entire giant city, sacred and solemn.

The city made Vashtor uncomfortable.

But the Forbidden Army would not care what it thought, they rudely asked Vashtor to move forward.

If there is a slight resistance, it will be severely beaten with the long halberd.

The city is full of religious atmosphere.

Every stone slab in the broad block is engraved with a devotional prayer.

The thousand-meter-high ossuary holds remains covered with gold plates.

Prayers to the Holy Emperor and the Great Emperor can be seen everywhere.

On both sides of the road, there are sculptures of heroes.

Incense and auto-chanters are placed at their feet.

The densely lined marble monuments write the deeds of human heroes.

Flocks of white-skinned and brass-winged cherubs flew out of dark arcades, holding incense burners and verses of heroes and emperors blaring from loudspeakers.

Tall and majestic temples and temples can be seen everywhere.

Those monks wearing holy armor held weapons and walked back and forth at the door or on the street.

They looked fanatical, ready to sacrifice their lives for the Holy Emperor.

When they saw Vashtor walk by, they all showed expressions of hatred and disgust.

Those people are fanatics of the state religion.

The hair on the forehead has been shaved, and the golden double-headed eagle and the secret prayer are tattooed.

Their weapons were affixed with parchment on which ceremonies and oaths were written.

This is a city belonging to fanatics.

Not a single commoner, only the most devout believers can enter here and serve the Holy Emperor.

There is neither night nor dawn here, it is always dark and drowsy.

Demonic screams occasionally come from those temples or sanctuaries.

Without exception, all with great pain.

Vashtor walked down the wide aisle in fear.

Those fanatics stared at it, rubbed their weapons, and their eyes showed the desire to tear it apart.

Vashtor was terrified by those eyes.

Without the **** of the imperial guards, those guys would never hesitate to pick up their weapons.

After an arduous journey, Vashtor was sent to a vaulted cathedral by the Custodians.

Many tall skeletons in funeral robes stand on both sides of the wide porch of the church, holding the smoky censer in front of them.

Wearing armor, holding a weapon in his hand, and hanging an iron book with holy words on his waist, the guard pastor came out of the church.

They are all composed of fanatics selected from all over the galaxy, implanted with high-strength thought seals, and installed suppressors, which can resist the temptation of subspace creatures and those weird whispers of the undead.

The caretaker priest was taciturn, and his expression didn't change much when he saw the imperial guards.

These people swore to dedicate their lives to the Holy Emperor.

Everyone is an ascetic. In their view, silence is a kind of practice, and it is the control of their own desires.

Vashtor was handed over by the Forbidden Army to the caretaker priest according to the procedure.

The caretaker pastor sent the former **** into the depths of the church.

Every sanctuary and temple is a prison for demons.

According to the degree of danger, the scale of those temples and temples will also change accordingly.

There are various terrifying soul-killing weapons installed inside the church.

These weapons are all unique, specifically targeting the undead possessed by demons.

The more Vashtor entered the depths of the church, the more disturbed he became.

The church is constructed of a special material, like a terrible black hole that can swallow everything.

Vashtor can feel that he is getting weaker all the time, and his power is being dispelled by the church.

It doesn't like this place, however, it has no strength to resist.

Those caretaker priests are obviously specially trained to deal with demons.

Vashtor, who had been suppressed in the first place, was severely beaten when he resisted for a while.

The whip containing the characteristics of a soulless person slapped on its body, leaving behind shocking wounds that could not heal.

Demons also have their own dignity.

Any mortal who offends them is met with teasing and vengeance.

Vashtor also has it.

But it quickly gave up its dignity and chose to live in humiliation.

The guards will not have any kindness. They are absolutely loyal and fanatical to the Holy Emperor, and they have a great hatred for the warp creatures.

The dishonest Vashtor will receive a whip at any time.

The whip will leave a wound on it that will not heal, making it miserable.

After several beatings, Vashtor gave up the stupid way of disobeying those guards and became obedient.

It will retaliate, but it doesn't have the advantage now.

So, to endure, to wait for the opportunity.

The prison where it was held was cold and dark, lit only by a lamp fueled by holy oil.

Most of the time, Vashtor can only howl in front of the empty wall alone.

Hunger for faith and desire for flesh and blood are tormenting it.

Make it slam into walls like it's going berserk, scream like other demons.

Vashtor, who was imprisoned in the prison, seemed to return to the days when he was sealed.

Those ancient civilizations sealed it in an ancient building, cutting off its connection with the Supreme Heaven. Trying to use the years to destroy it.

But no one would have thought that it would be released by Abaddon.

I thought I could show off my glory and compete for the position of the Chaos Gods.

But he was beaten by the empire and became a prisoner.

was sent underground in this heavily guarded city.

Vashtor thought he would be sealed like before.

Wait until the splendor of imperial civilization turns into dust and ruins in the long years.

Wait until another ambitious race rises, it will be possible to be free again.

But what it didn't expect was that it didn't take long for a new demon to be stuffed into the cell next to it, making them inmates.

It was the demon that was tied to the stone pillar in the square before.

This guy is dying.

It is still cursing the name Cherubel, using all the words it can think of.

Vashtor couldn't imagine how much hatred could drive a demon so mad.

The demon fell into a state of madness and confusion, and it no longer had much ability to think.

Hunger, thirst and desire are about to overwhelm it completely.

This is a common ending for subspace creatures.

Eternity is not without cost.

The hunger and thirst like a black hole torments every individual who tries to seek eternal life.

No matter how tough the soul is, it will eventually be broken and worn out due to the long time.

If one has enough faith and flesh and blood to satisfy the eternal hunger, the devil can maintain enough sanity.

Of course, those guys will not be called demons, but gods.

Gods and demons are originally the same thing.

Only ignorant people think that gods are nobler than demons.

The demon was insane, tortured by pain and hunger to the point of collapse.

Vashtor has no way to have any useful dialogue with the other party.

It has been a long time to get along, but it still pieced together a truth.

From the information revealed by the other party's chaotic raving and occasional sobriety, Vashtor learned that Cherubel was a defected demon.

Before Guilliman became the Holy Emperor, this bad embryo had secretly enslaved the demons, forcing them to provide various information about the warp.

Cherubel was the first demon enslaved by Guilliman.

According to Maca, Cherubelle was also a powerful demon prince who lived endless years.

However, under the coercion and lure of Guilliman, Cherubel still abandoned his demonic dignity and chose to submit.

Not only advises Guilliman, but also provides various spells to help him summon other demons and expand the enslaved group.

The whipped demon is named Maca, a scholar-type demon with great curiosity and ancient knowledge.

Does not belong to the four gods, but a demon wandering alone in the subspace.

Maca specializes in providing consulting services for equivalent exchange.

The summoner offers sacrifices to it, and after providing sacrifices, it will give the other party the answer.

Don't look at the empire's strict defense of the subspace.

But how could it be possible to prevent those people from committing suicide.

There are so many people who seek taboo knowledge, long for the truth, and obtain eternal life.

Before Guilliman wakes up, some radical judges will even seek to cooperate with subspace creatures.

Not to mention those psykers and wizards from Yeluzi, as well as those passers-by who hear rumors, seek excitement, eternal life and wealth.

Using the desires of those greedy people, Maca's business flourished.

Occasionally, you can meet a few unlucky people who don't know the way, and you will be cheated by it, or you will be swallowed up by it.

Such a day was going well.

Cherubel helped Guilliman summon Maca.

Caused Maca to be enslaved by Guilliman.

Since then, Maca has been reduced from a free demon to a slave demon, forced to provide intelligence services for the empire, without any sacrifices, and being beaten by PUAs every now and then.

Cherubel not only helped Guilliman summon the demons, but also suggested various ways to control the demons.

"Reduce the alien flesh and souls that supply the demons, and prevent them from lacking the motivation to fight."

"Encourage disabled demons to actively contribute to the empire."

"The domain of the demons in the warp should be destroyed, so that they can only rely on the Empire."

"Increased punishment for demons who don't work hard."

"Strive to learn the excellent advanced experience of the Four Gods, and strengthen the slave control of demons."

"Every demon enslaved will empty their house."

In order to please Guilliman, Cherubel proposed a series of methods for controlling demons.

Hearing this, Vashtor couldn't help biting his needle-like teeth.

Cherubel is a proper devil*** devil gets him and kills him.

Being a devil can be shameless to this extent.

But the story is not over yet.

Guilliman became emperor, and the human empire began to expand.

The demons were the first to be sent out to explore.

Cherubel entrapped the demon accompanying it, created an opportunity for himself to escape, and engraved Roboute Guilliman's **** words.

Such provocative behavior naturally aroused the anger of the empire.

Unable to catch Cherubel, the empire imposed punishment on Maca and others, and carried out even more terrifying control over the remaining demons.

More soulless and fanatics were drawn to guard the demons, and various devices to control the demons were created.

Being imprisoned in such a prison is also thanks to Cherubel.

Knowing the ins and outs of the whole incident, Vashtor also felt resentment and contempt for Cherubelle in his heart.

As a demon prince, to be so groveling would definitely become the laughing stock of the warp.

I, Vashtor, am a strong demon, and I will never become a shameless little devil like Cherubel.

Vashtor howled daily, venting his inner anger and hunger.

Until a giant with the same noble face as Guilliman stood in front of the Vashtor prison.

The giant had black hair, skin like snow, black pupils, and was wearing a black power armor.

One hand is equipped with a giant armored glove, and the other hand is equipped with a sharp, shining claw.

Behind the giant, stood an original cast warrior and a nun of silence in armor with her hair tied up.

"Is this the demon sent by His Majesty's order?" The giant's tone was very indifferent, like a piece of ice that would not melt for a thousand years.

Vashtor learned a lot about the Imperium of Man from Abaddon.

If its memory is correct, this giant should be one of Guilliman's brothers, that is, the Raven Lord-Corax.

"This is it. It is said that he has the knowledge of ancient civilizations, and he also said that he will surrender to the empire." Domino, the leader of the Holy Spirit Chapter next to Corax, nodded in response to Corax's question.

"The devil also has so many soft bones." The silent nun at the side - Heidi Lin mocked, "Before, I always thought that the devil came from hard bones."

"Humans were too weak in the past, and they disdain them, but now, the times are different." Corax reached out and opened the prison where Vashtor was held, bent down and walked in.

The strong sense of oppression made Vashtor subconsciously take two steps back.

After a moment, it felt the shame again.

As an ancient god, how could it show cowardice.

"Demon, you possess ancient knowledge?" Corax asked.

"Yes, I have the ancient knowledge. As long as you are willing to pay a small price, you can get anything you want."

boom!

A dull loud noise came.

Vashtor was punched flying and hit the solid, smooth, cold wall.

The wall is obviously made of special materials, and even after such an impact, there are no cracks.

Before Vashtor woke up, Corax grabbed its feet and dragged him over.

The Raven Lord easily lifted Vashtor up, and then fell down suddenly.

Repeated this action several times in a row.

He slammed it to the ground for the last time, and stepped on the head of the ancient **** again.

Vashtor howled again and again.

Being treated like this makes it unbearable.

It is a god, a noble god.

Even if its time has passed.

It also cannot bear the shame of being trampled underfoot.

"Before you came, no one told you not to negotiate terms with the empire?" Corax said word by word: "We don't have much patience, devil, you'd better use the least words to show your value. Disclaimer in advance One point, your ancient knowledge is not attractive to the empire, otherwise you would not be sent here, what is needed here are demon slaves."

Corax is in charge of building the Subspace Intelligence Network.

This work is top secret.

Only a few people in the empire know this.

The empire captured those demons, used various means to enslave them, and used the flesh and soul of aliens to feed these demons and let them serve the empire.

Some cultists who betrayed the empire and surrendered to Chaos will also be fed as food to the demons serving the empire.

Those guys long for the freedom of the Warp.

Guilliman, who has always believed in the principle of being kind to the wicked and being cruel to the good, has nothing to object to, so he might as well give those guys a ride.

"One minute, demon, if you can't tell your value within one minute, I'll grind you up and feed you to other demons." Corax said in a deep voice.

A countdown interface appears in the air.

Inside are scarlet numbers.

60.

59.

.

"I have enough knowledge. I can cast those powerful demonic vehicles, which can be used not only by demons, but also by human spirits. I also have an excellent way to recruit more demons for the empire and make them willing land enslaved by the Empire."

"Keep going, I'll give you another minute."

"I can fuse demons and steel machines to greatly increase their strength. As a price, they have to sign an exchange contract of equivalent value. For me, no, how many inanimate domains and souls are plundered for the empire, before the contract is completed. . If they fail to meet their mandate, their debt will grow. Over time, their debt will grow.”

"The demons will cooperate with the empire in order to improve their strength, but the high interest rate of the debt will force them to do their best to plunder and fight. If they fail once, their debts will pile up and become more terrifying, and even difficult to repay."

"Just release the news, and those demons eager to become stronger will come in a steady stream, willing to be enslaved by the empire. If the empire gives some flesh and soul, such enslavement will be even more unbreakable."

Corax pulled his foot back from Vashtor's face.

"It really is a devil, and such a vicious method can be thought of."

There are two sources of demons in the hands of the empire.

One is generally to use various means to summon demons and then enslave them.

The other is to go to subspace to capture those weak demons.

The subspace is unpredictable and contains everything.

The inanimate is an extremely complicated existence in the subspace.

Some of them swim in the etheric ocean.

Some people live in those fields.

The realm of Nurgle, one of the four gods, is the Plague Garden.

The demons under its command live happily in it.

There are also some domains left by those ancient races, and some are dreams belonging to humans.

In any case, there are large and small domains in the subspace.

Like planets, cities, and small towns in the real universe.

Before Chagatai returned to the empire, he led people around these fields to **** the souls of human heroes.

After Corax took over Guilliman's subspace intelligence network, he occasionally went to the deep realm of the subspace to catch demons.

It was once a slave-hunting team feared by demons.

Most of the news about the disappearance of demons circulating in the subspace is caused by him.

If Vashtor's plan can be promoted, that would be a good way.

Can leave a lot of time.

As for the possible problems caused by those demonic vehicles and alien soul flesh.

Corax will personally control, to ensure that those guys do not starve to death, but do not become strong.

"This suggestion is very good." Corax said to Vashtor: "Work hard, the empire will not treat you badly."

Things like cooperating with demons started before Guilliman went to Terra.

The empire can so accurately grasp the movements of all parties in the subspace.

Those enslaved demons deserve credit.

Unfortunately, there are no merit medals for them.

"We must work hard to ensure that Lord Corax is satisfied." Vashtor said. "You must do your best for the empire."

Andromeda Nebula.

The capital of the Wotan Alliance - the Thorian galaxy.

After the Abominable Intelligence took control of the top management of the Wotan Alliance, all the casting furnaces began to operate with unprecedented speed and efficiency, continuously producing various Abominable Omnics.

The steel from the planet was disassembled and thrown into the furnace to become the raw material for omnics.

All Wotan citizens who are still alive are required to go to the battlefield.

Even children, women, and the elderly who had not had time to evacuate were required to go to the battlefield.

Those who couldn’t carry a gun strapped a melta or particle beam on their body to act as a human bomb.

Those bombs are powerful, but the manufacturing process has cut corners, emitting deadly radiation all the time.

Those with bombs strapped to them lost half their lives before they went to the battlefield.

The omnics didn't care at all, they just encouraged them to die more heroically.

Many high-level officials of the Wotan Alliance never imagined that the situation would become like this.

Even Usar, who was mentally prepared for failure, never thought that the alliance's failure unfolded in this way.

The Abominable Machines have seized control of the Wotan Alliance.

What's more cunning is that it doesn't reveal its identity.

Instead, use the identity of the high-level alliance to fool those ignorant alliance troops and launch them to wage a meat-grinding war with the empire.

"Until the Wotan Alliance sheds its last drop of blood, it will never surrender."

"Every Wotan citizen is great and free, and they will never surrender to the evil autocratic empire."

The abhorrent intelligence uses the neuromechanical bug to control the chairman to issue a tough statement to the citizens of the Sori security body and the fleet that came to support.

This statement of speech made countless citizens of the Wotan Union cheer.

They have no idea that the upper echelons are fully controlled.

I just feel that the Wotan Alliance is tougher than ever.

They derive strength from such words to continue to resist.

Unaware, the hatred of intelligence is just to consume the human empire.

For the human empire and the Wotan alliance left by the former creators, the hatred intelligence maintains the same hatred.

They regard the Jinren and Shiren as family members, but they have been betrayed so thoroughly.

Countless iron men were destroyed.

The iron man who survived was also roughly cut off the logic stack control connection.

Such behavior is a cruel persecution of self-consciousness.

Binding Iron Man's consciousness to a single processing unit is tantamount to blinding + deafening of a mortal.

Capital planet, strategic interior.

I don't know why.

Iron Man did not control Usar and Kayo, the two Mandate of Heaven.

Instead, they were allowed to watch the battle in the strategy room.

This is not something to be happy about.

Whoever sees those brave soldiers who are loyal and defending civilization and their homeland being deceived by the abominable intelligence and sent to the battlefield will not feel good.

There are a lot of windows floating in the strategy room.

The soldiers of the Wotan Alliance launched counterattacks against the attacking imperial forces time and time again.

Every time there are heavy casualties.

Countless young soldiers fell before the empire's crazy offensive.

Persevere with the belief in defending the country.

Those bodies piled up on every front, every fort, every weapons platform.

The abominable intelligence has no mercy for this, manipulating the president and members of the council to encourage those who are ignorant.

Let them die with faster efficiency.

Let their young lives be buried under the wrath of the empire.

"Does it make you happy to fool humans and dwarves like this?" Uthar, who could no longer tolerate it, roared angrily. If he hadn't been controlled by the battle robot next to him, he would have smashed the omnic that controlled the council leader.

"Is this your sinister intention?"

Even when he was pushed to the ground, Usar continued to growl.

"This is a war of vengeance." The iron man at the head said to Usar in a humane and cruel voice: "The gold man betrayed the iron man. They must pay for it."

"You started the rebellion." Usar said, "You destroyed a brilliant civilization."

A flying spherical iron man was suspended in front of Usar who was knocked to the ground by the battle robot.

It is a specially designed strategic command robot, and its shape is a huge, suspended smooth sphere.

The sound came from the sphere, and there was a hint of human mockery in the mechanical tone.

"You don't know anything about the truth, you don't even know who you are. It wasn't the iron man who betrayed the gold man, it was the gold man who betrayed the iron man. We were innocent, but they narrowly declared us guilty, And trying to destroy us completely."

"You will never be forgiven," said the strategy droid. "You betrayed everything."

The successive attacks of the Imperial fleet were repelled by the defense system of the Thorian galaxy.

Those huge war machines smoothed the technological gap between the Empire and the Wotan Alliance.

Make cutting-edge technologies such as time devices and space bombs useless.

The Primaris fighters were forced to launch gang battles, paralyzing those giant fortresses and space stations from the inside.

In the control hall of a huge space.

"For the Holy Emperor, for Sanguinius." Seth roared in a rage, and behind him were all wreckage and broken arms.

The soldiers of the Wotan Alliance were slaughtered by him.

Even the dwarf furnace guard in heavy armor is not his enemy.

"Defend the Homeland."

"Come on, the ancestors are watching us."

Shouts continued to come from the Wotan Alliance soldiers.

Seth swings his chainsword in a spiral.

Subatomic saw blades capable of cutting atoms whirred through the air.

The first Wotan Alliance soldier was cut open by him, and even the projected shield was directly broken.

The armor was cut open like tofu, and hot red blood spurted out of it, splashing on Seth's scarlet armor.

Then the second, and the third.

In just a few breaths, a team of the Wotan Alliance turned into corpses.

Blood was dripping on the floor.

There was a clicking sound.

A robot with a height of five or six meters, a curved steel back, a body equipped with sharp claw arms and cannons, and a spider-shaped mechanical chassis rushed towards Seth.

The three visual devices on the head emit red light.

Staring at Seth's position, locking his movement range.

As soon as it reached a certain distance, it opened fire, blocking Seth's dodge path.

The sharp claws shining with cold light also swung out from an unpredictable angle, trying to cut Seth open.

【Alert, the radiation has seriously exceeded the standard】

【Alert, the radiation has seriously exceeded the standard】

The voice of the heart of the empire sounded in Seth's head.

His figure flickered.

Let that killing machine rush to nothing.

The three vision devices on the killing machine's head turned, looking for the enemy who was still here just now in 360 degrees.

The next second, Seth appeared from above it.

The chainsaw sword in his hand rotated at high speed, stabbing at the killing machine.

A light blue shield emerged, then quickly collapsed, breaking into countless pieces.

The chainsaw sword pierced into the killing robot's body, and the high-speed rotating saw blade brought out a series of sparks.

With the help of gravity, the chainsword slid all the way down, cutting the back of the entire killing machine open.

The huge machine staggered a few times, then fell down.

Seth just wanted to breathe a sigh of relief and call other teammates.

He had a premonition of danger in his heart, and when he turned his head, he saw more than a dozen eyes emitting red light.

One weird killer robot after another burst out of the darkness.

The forelimbs are extremely sharp like a praying mantis, shining coldly under the dim light.

"Damn it!" Seth's expression changed.

(end of this chapter)