Arash continued to move and walked into the shadow of the ruins. These ruins were being shattered by heavy rain and kept shaking.
Suddenly, he heard something happening in front of him, so he tried to contact others through the communication bead, but there was no response. It seemed that the heavy rain made the communication network mess.
He had no choice but to hold the gun tightly in both hands and lean forward little by little.
And the plasma pistol had been discarded by him after firing the energy.
Suddenly, a blast shot, but it missed.
Arash rolled and hid aside, but suddenly a fist hit his neck, causing him to fall to the ground.
When he stood up again, he immediately punched the attacker and knocked the enemy down in the mud.
The man immediately got up and kicked Arash again, so Arash also kicked back. The two of them fought together at close range, fighting in the heavy rain and mud.
Arash glimpsed the attacker wearing black and gold power armor and the Chaos Eight-Stars on the armor.
He rolled under the attacker and punched the opponent twice in the face. Then he pressed the attacker to the ground, climbed onto the opponent's body, and began to hit the opponent hard again.
Finally, the battle ended with his dagger piercing through the opponent's eyepiece.
But killing an enemy does not mean it is over.
"He's here!!"
The rough sound rang out like a dog barking, and then more footsteps.
Arash ran out from behind the cover and rushed straight towards the storm. His senses screamed as the subspace evil fire ignited the air around him. Obviously, there was a wizard among the pursuers.
He was different from the veterans in the battle group and did not accept the incomplete gray transformation. In fact, before discovering Soshyan, Randall, as the commander of the battle group, had already terminated the plan because the battle group could no longer accept such losses.
Although this made Alash not have to endure the pain, it also caused him to lose the greatest weapon to fight against spiritual energy.
Therefore, he could only rely on every sensing in his mind to move, moving at the fastest speed, so fast that the traitor had to concentrate to track him.
And this is very difficult in such a terrifying rainstorm.
But the wizard may not work, but the bullet may not be necessary. A bullet brushed across Arash's right shoulder, but did not stop him and run.
The storm in the sky continued to rotate, and the threat sense in Alash's brain sounded again, and then lightning appeared from the clouds and hit him directly in the chest.
It made Arash's eyes dark, his hearing failed, and almost all the air in his lungs was blown out.
Arash was knocked back by the force, the world whirled around him, and finally fell heavily on the floor with his back down, and smoke was emitting from the spot burning lightning on his armor.
In an instant, he could not see, hear, and say nothing.
As his sight changed from darkness to blur, I saw a silhouette of a Black Legionnary soldier approaching and leaning over with its bomb gun.
Arash tried to stand up, but only kneeled on the ground, and the heretic of the Black Legion stared at him and raised the bomb gun.
"The lackey of the pseudo--"
Then, a knife pierced its eyepiece.
The soldier staggered and raised his hand to cover the pierced area, but his chest was hit by several live ammunition, and a hole was made in the armor, and scarlet blood was spurted out.
Arash saw a familiar figure, waved his elegant sword, and came to the back of the heretic Astart, and used the second knife to cut the soft part of the armor, slit the heretic Astart's throat as if he was bleeding the animal, allowing the blood to flow out freely.
"Captain of the Battle?"
The storm became more and more intense around it. Randall, the commander of the White Temple battle, stood in the heavy rain, and shook the long knife hard to shake off the blood on it.
"How could I leave my second company commander behind?"
Randall reached out toward Arash, while more white sacred warriors emerged from the storm.
Arash took a breath, then grabbed the commander's hand, stood up and started the battle again.
The storm has now become bigger, as if it is strengthened by some force, and the impossible rain hits everyone, accompanied by a hail.
The warriors of the White Temple continued to fight with the heretic Astart, running and firing, bombs roaring, and armor hit the armor.
A traitor Astart pierced the throat of a white sacred temple with his sword, and before his death, the other party cut the heretic's throat with a chainsaw sword. They fell to the ground together, blood and mud mixed together.
Then the White Temple Assault Squad, which used a jetpack, joined the battle, and the heretic raised his weapons to aim at them, filling the air with explosive bombs.
One of the assaulters was hit, the jet pack exploded, the whole person was completely destroyed in the explosion, and the angel suffered the same fate.
The remaining commando teammates fell like meteors, pistols and chain saws roared, and where they landed, heavy mud flew up.
The traitor's armor suffered fatalities again and again and fell one after another.
The two Chaos wizards turned their eyes to Randall and attacked without hesitation, and scattered evil fires flew into the wind and rain.
Randall continued to sprint, and the Snow Lotus Blade was already lifted in front of him.
When those evil magic approached the Snow Lotus Blade, the ice disappeared and disintegrated, which caught the two Chaos Wizards off guard.
"For the Emperor!"
Randall roared and cut the first wizard from his waist to his chest. The blade engraved with a mysterious prayer left a deep mark on the ancient armor, almost cutting it in half.
Then he completed the movements of drawing, raising, and chopping the knife in a flash, and the snow lotus blade was embedded directly in the eyepiece of the second wizard.
Randall inserted the knife deep into the edge of the opponent's tool, pulled down with a loud noise, opening the traitor's mask from his temple to his chin, and kicking the opponent away with one kick.
The first wizard who was cut was shaking his pistol and shooting at Randall. He hit Randall in the chest twice, but the bullets barely left even dents on the ancient armor.
Randall swung his knife and cut off the traitor's shoulders for the first blow, spewing out a huge amount of blood.
Then there were two heavy attacks, pointing directly to the chest and head.
After three breaths, the wizard's broken body fell to the ground.
The wizard, who had been stabbed several times on the face, left his companion behind and prepared to run away, but his staggering steps were soon chased by Randall.
The commander of the White Temple kicked the opponent's buttocks directly from behind, kicked him face down into the mud, and the gorgeous power armor on his body was also made like a ball of garbage by blood and mud.
Randall stepped on the other party's back and put the cold blade on the other party's neck.
"Repent."
The wizard's entire face was buried in mud and could only make vague grunts.
Randall shook his head and drew his knife suddenly.
The huge head fell from his neck and rolled in the mud for two rounds before stopping.
But what Randall didn't know was that at this moment, it had been noticed by another group of interested people-
"That knife... seems to be very similar to the weapon the owner is looking for?"
"Indeed, we'll go back and report to the master right away!"
In the shadow, two sneaky figures observed the battlefield and then quietly disappeared into the heavy rain.