Chapter 29 Angels Walk Among Us (Please Read)

"Those mutants are afraid of us."

Radolon put down the telescope in his hand and spoke to the adjutant from the Mesa tribe beside him.

The two of them stood on a makeshift observation tower.

In front of them was a huge castle.

This castle hollowed out the entire protruding mountain, and there were all kinds of fortifications inside. The hideous spikes were dotted on the heavy brass gates, and cannons and gun barrels protruded from the thick fortress.

In addition, there were all kinds of bloody and blasphemous symbols-shining eight-pointed stars, red skulls, and twisted corpses attached to the tools of war.

Even if the light of the stars has faded, these symbols are still shining under some incomprehensible effect.

"It's just a fortress, but the number of mutants in it far exceeds that of the Brass Brotherhood." The adjutant said, "The Red Skull Cult is indeed the undisputed mutant king on this land."

"But now, this twisted king will atone for what he has done."

Radolon's iron-like firm voice, mixed with the cold wind, came, "And we will become the sharp blade in the hands of the angels."

"The more fierce the battle, the stronger the will; as long as there is breath, we will be brave and invincible!"

Adjutant Elvis put his fist to his heart and swore to war and fight, "The rule of mutants on this planet will end, and I will witness the end of this evil empire with my own eyes."

The Scarlet Skull Cult.

It is no longer enough to describe it with the power of mutants.

This is a real empire.

Not only does it have a pyramid-shaped power structure, but it also has a large population, slaves, and a large number of war machines.

This is the strongest opponent that the pure-blooded people have ever faced.

Unprecedented.

But Radoron still believed that he could win, because the angel was walking among them.

Boom!

A dull and huge sound came.

It immediately attracted the attention of Radoron and Elvis.

They looked intently, their eyes swept across the heavy sand dunes, and saw the heavy gate of the fortress opened at the end of the plain.

A huge and deformed metal chariot.

Like a beast out of the cage, it roared and let out a bloody roar, driving out of the open gate.

At the same time, the side door of the fortress was also opened to the maximum extent.

Densely packed mutants, cultists, captive radiation beasts, etc., poured out from it like a black tide, and hysterical roars mixed with hot sand and wind came into their ears.

Radoron could even smell the unique stench of mutants.

"Are they actively attacking?"

Adjutant Elvis's face was full of disbelief.

He was a two-meter-tall muscular man, holding a bolter he had dug out from an ancient ruin. The tattooed muscles on his arms were trembling with excitement. "They gave up their greatest advantage and were simply courting death."

"No, they were making a last-ditch effort."

Radolon shook his head, "This fortress is certainly indestructible, but the large number of mutants and irradiated beasts consume an astronomical amount of food every day. When we blocked the nearby food routes, these mutants have become trapped beasts."

"The hungrier and more injured beasts are, the more dangerous they are." Elvis was an experienced hunter. He licked his lips and his expression became serious.

Ta-ta-ta!

As the distance between the two armies approached.

A small-scale exchange of fire had begun to break out, and dense lines of fire tore through the night sky.

The mutants at the forefront roared unwillingly, were ruthlessly torn apart by ammunition, and fell to the ground.

But at the same time, more mutants surged out from behind them and quickly moved forward. Under the torture of banned drugs and bloodlust, these mutants are no different from wild beasts, fearless and bloody.

Boom!

The first armored vehicle opened fire fiercely.

A mushroom cloud exploded in the defense line, the steel was torn into pieces, and the defense frame melted and collapsed in the billowing smoke.

The two pure-blood brothers defending the array were swallowed by the fireball produced by the ignition of high-energy explosives before they could even scream.

There was no trace of the body.

Only a small part of the wreckage was thrown into the sky in the air wave, turning into charred fragments and falling.

"Damn it!" Radolong's face became serious.

A hole was torn in the defense line.

If this modified heavy iron beast cannot be solved as soon as possible, then this torn gap will become larger and larger as time goes by, until it finally brings huge losses to the pure-blood tribe.

In Radolong's view, victory is inevitable.

But he required himself to pay the least price and achieve the greatest results, otherwise it would be a failure for him.

Boom!

A ball of fire exploded on the mutant's armored vehicle.

Someone used a single-soldier rocket to fight back, but it only melted the ceramic steel armor covering it into a dark red color, which was not enough to cause real damage to it.

Bang!

The alien armored vehicle fired again.

A huge fireball exploded in the crowd, and a large part of the fortifications was instantly emptied.

The thick gun barrel slowly turned with a twisted and dull metal friction sound, aiming at the watchtower where Radoron was.

"Damn it!"

Radoron's face changed slightly, and he was about to leave from here.

But the explosion sounded loudly.

Bang!

The barrel was bent by a huge and brutal force, and the ammunition that had not yet been fired exploded, igniting a burst of fierce black smoke.

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The wind never stopped, and soon swept away the black smoke.

The snow-white wings were revealed on the battlefield.

The angel raised his head and slowly pulled the bronze spear in his hand away from the scrapped chariot.

The end of the spear was mixed with two different colors, one was the black of engine oil, and the other was the scarlet of blood.

It is not difficult to guess.

This spear first pierced the mutant driver's body, penetrated it, and then pierced into the fuel tank below.

"Angel!"

The originally slightly chaotic defense line was shocked.

People shouted loudly, courage and glory filled their chests, as if victory was just around the corner.

"Fight! For freedom and glory!"

The angel raised the spear in his hand and shouted loudly, and the clear voice echoed on the battlefield.

Just one sentence.

Thousands of people were shocked and launched a crazy counterattack.

Bang!

The angel did not stay for long.

She shook her wings and flew into the air again.

She swept past the dense mutants and rushed into the deepest part of the enemy camp with a strong wind.

A muscle monster like an iron tower stood in the core area of ​​the mutant team.

He was more than three meters tall, and his muscles were like densely packed tumors. His scarlet skin was covered with suture marks after the transformation, and there were more than ten banned drug injection tubes of various colors inserted behind his back.

Those adrenaline drugs were trying their best to stimulate the monster's potential.

Swish!

At just one glance, the angel recognized that this monster was the leader of this army.

She swept the spear in her hand and collided fiercely with the huge shield in the monster's left hand.

A metal shield about ten centimeters thick.

Under the impact of the huge force, the monster twisted and dented, and the body weighing hundreds of kilograms flew into the air and fell uncontrollably ten meters away.

It was very strong.

It was even strong enough to survive two moves from the hands of an adult angel.

But that was all.

Swish!

The spear in the angel's hand pierced into the monster's chest at a speed that the monster could not react to at all, pierced through the heart, and pierced out from the back, crushing those huge and hideous banned drug syringes.

The monster showed a painful look on his face, but he did not retreat.

Instead, he grabbed the spear with his left hand and took a step forward.

There was only less than 30 centimeters between the hideous monster and the nearly perfect angel.

"So beautiful."

The monster raised his head, and his twisted and terrifying face was full of a sick smile.

He seemed to be looking at the angel's face, and vomited a large mouthful of blood when he opened his mouth.

Some of the scarlet blood even splashed on the angel's white cheeks and golden hair, but it still did not damage the angel's perfection.

The mutant leader's voice weakened, but the confusion in his words could still be heard.

"You are one of us.

Just because you have a pair of beautiful wings, you can become their angel?"

Tsk!

When Sanguinius pulled the spear out of the monster's chest.

He was already dead.

His horrible blue-black face still had that twisted expression, which was extremely ugly.