Chapter 20 Angel's Dance of Death (Please Read Later)

The Spirit of Vengeance was driving violently in the endless desert, and the promethium engine made a buzzing sound as the carriage vibrated.

Kano did not stay on the bulletproof plating of the vehicle.

Instead, he stayed in the wide carriage with other warriors in the tribe.

The carriage was quiet, and the warriors sat upright, preparing for the upcoming war.

Kano heard a rustling sound.

Beside him, Kelly was writing something on the cardboard with a pen, sometimes frowning, putting his fingers on his chin, thinking seriously.

This action attracted Kano's attention.

"People say you are a talented poet?" The sudden voice startled Kelly.

"Ah! Sir."

After turning his head and seeing Kano's precocious face.

Kelly breathed a sigh of relief.

Both of them have a more cheerful personality, and Kelly speaks well and is quick.

After fighting side by side several times.

The relationship between the two is quite good, and they are very good friends.

"Poet, this is really an over-honor for me." Kelly smiled and scratched his head, "But I do like to write something."

"This is not an over-honor. I heard from the soldiers that they can get strength from your words and even forget the pain brought by bloodshed." Kano praised sincerely, and then put his arm around Kelly's shoulders and winked at him, "Good brother, can I see your new work?"

"Of course."

Kelly nodded and handed the cardboard in his hand to Kano, "This is your privilege."

Kano put his chain saw axe on his thigh, and then rubbed the black oil on his hands with his trouser legs, and then solemnly took the cardboard handed over by Kelly.

He turned to the latest page.

The beautifully written Anochin language was neatly arranged in the grid, and the following content was written on it:

"The mutants who tear living people apart are far more numerous and powerful than us.

They speak swords, their eyes are dull, and their gnarled hands grasp rusty swords.

When we thought we were doomed, the angel came here.

She, the pure one, did not allow disaster to befall us.

The angel's anger was like a blazing fire, and the dance of death began to follow her.

Bringing up a terrifying red mist, the angel's eyes and angel's crown began to burn in our eyes, extremely strong, like a bright and violent halo, like a sandstorm carrying destruction.

We were all intoxicated by the deadly beauty of her dance.

In the end, no mutant was spared, and all around was silent, and she stood in front of us, as quiet as a stone tomb, and the enemy's dirty blood dripped down."

Kano stared blankly for a long time.

Then he slapped his thigh and yelled, "Fuck!"

"What's wrong, brother?" Kelly was confused by Kano's action and asked anxiously.

"It's so damn good, brother!"

Kano returned the cardboard in his hand to Kelly, and then continued indignantly: "If I were Radoron, I would definitely not arrange you to such a dangerous battlefield. Your talent and ability are suitable for the future. After the war, a new generation will be born on the land of Baal. You are suitable to be a history teacher, telling the children about what we are experiencing now in a spacious and bright classroom."

"Hahaha!"

Kano laughed happily, even with a few excited tears in his eyes, "Just thinking about such a scene is better than chopping a dozen mutants And make me feel happy. "

"Thank you for your compliment."

Kelly saw people looking at him with approval, and suddenly said shyly, "Actually, I took the initiative to go to the front line of the war. After we win, there will be better people to tell all this. As for now, I hope I can get along with you as a warrior."

"And-"

He paused slightly and made a little joke, "Who can resist the temptation of fighting side by side with angels?"

"I am willing to give my life for angels." A tall warrior with a black face said.

"I have no doubt that the day of victory will come."

Another warrior with a scar on his face and a tall stature said, "Although I may not be able to witness that great victory with my own eyes, our children will live in a world without mutants, which is enough."

This is the brothers Tara and Tano.

They are all from the ancient Mesa tribe.

Before the arrival of the angels, the Mesa tribe was one of the few pure-blooded tribes that had the strength to confront mutants head-on.

The dull atmosphere in the carriage was mobilized.

People were talking about it, passing Kelly's manuscript around. Those who couldn't understand it asked their companions to read it aloud. The atmosphere of joy filled everyone's heart.

It was as if they were no longer heading to a cruel war, but preparing to participate in an outdoor activity.

Kano fell silent instead.

He stroked the teeth of the chain saw axe in his hand, looking out the window into the distance.

One after another, the modified heavy vehicles were speeding in the desert, and the powerful rear wheels raised a lot of dust.

More than two months had passed since they left the oasis that day.

One after another, the mutant strongholds and cult organizations were wiped out by them, and one after another, the enslaved pure-blood tribes were rescued in this sacred war.

The total population of the tribe has grown from less than a hundred people to thousands.

And the remaining mutants in the Painful Wasteland finally felt fear.

They had to choose to put aside their hatred and unite under the iron flag of the Brass Brotherhood.

Just as expected in the Radoron plan.

The final decisive battle of the first phase is about to begin, and every soldier on the vehicle is ready to sacrifice his life for the angel.

Swish!

When the Brass Fortress on the Blood Mountains appeared in front of them.

The Spirit of Vengeance slowly stopped with a sharp and piercing brake sound.

The rear door of the carriage opened.

The golden sunlight fell, and Kano jumped out of the vehicle first.

The place where the vehicle stopped was less than a thousand meters away from the fortress of the Brass Brotherhood.

Many people could see clearly the rotten corpse pierced on the black thorns in front of the gate, and the tanned human skin hanging on the mast like a flag, and the old gate was covered with mottled blood.

The scorching sun was clearly hanging high in the sky.

But everyone felt a chill out of thin air.

That was not an illusion born out of fear, but a real existence.

Too much torture, fighting, and hatred.

The negative energy in the subspace gathered in this fortress, and it was even dense enough to change the surrounding environment.

Whoosh!

The rocket launcher installed on the top of the Spirit of Vengeance opened fire first.

Accompanied by a shining tracer.

A rocket flew away and accurately hit the brass door of the fortress.

Boom!

In a violent tremor.

The door was torn apart inch by inch, melting out a wide passage.