"Damn Alien! You will give your life to your actions!"
Faced with Jacob's roar, the other party responded only with a cold and sarcastic voice, and used a strangely tone of Gaoth.
"It would be disgusting to me just speak your low-level language. If the consul had not asked us to just delay, we would have killed you all long ago."
As he spoke, more dark elves appeared, and many tall and slender figures danced in lightning and rainstorms, as cold and sharp as the poison crystals they emitted. Their soft muscles were wrapped in twisted black carapaces, close to the shadows, moving like ghosts at the edge of Astartes' sight, smooth and disgusting.
Their weapons complement each other, like the extension of their bodies, with long and spiked rifles stuck in the thorny guards, and another hungry arm filled with whips and slender scimitars, with hissing venom flowing on the blade.
These are not ordinary conspiracy groups warriors, but the backbone of the conspiracy groups, "Mako".
Without exception, the Makos are descendants of the former nobles of the Dark Spirit clan. They are truly members of the conspiracy group, with noble bloodlines, and are born through their mothers' natural reproduction, rather than the "half-fatal" born through dirty technical means - the latter is the way most of the residents of those dark cities came to the world.
When Mako is born, he despises other lowly species. If he doesn't do this, he is insulting his noble origin. In contrast, these pure dark spirits also have richer resources and better education than any of their peers. Therefore, their martial arts are often the best in the conspiracy groups. The command layers such as Dracula are basically from Mako.
These proud warriors launched an attack with confidence, and their beetle-like black bodies flowed from one shadow to another. They penetrated deeply into the tenth company's queue like poison, and in an instant they killed all the new recruits passing by.
It seems that in their opinion, the human demigod guardian is just a prize that is easily obtained as if he was taking a puppet.
Seeing that more than a dozen comrades fell down instantly, Jacob's eyes were bloodshot and he raised his gun and shot, but his opponent was faster and he instantly moved away from the line of fire.
In response, the poison crystal rifle in the hand of the Dark Spirit tribe also fired, shooting out a series of aggressive poison crystals. These ammunitions brushed past Jacob's armor when he hid in the bunker, but the other person was not so lucky not to be so lucky. He was knocked down by the Dark Spirit tribe's firepower and his upper body was full of poison crystals.
"Scream, big apes, your decaying god, he is too weak."
There was a sense of arrogance and even boredom in the voice.
In response, Jacob threw a grenade directly.
"The dregs in the sewer are worse than dregs."
"You will have a long time to regret these words, and hurry up and pray softly to the Him who is about to devour your soul, and believe me, your prayers will not be answered."
"You won't be so arrogant after I cut off your head and throw your disgusting body into the cessation pit."
The Dark Spirit Clan laughed, the laughter didn't sound pleasant, and the sound was so far full of ridicule and confidence.
"You screaming puppies can't do it. If you mature individuals, there might be a chance."
"Any human being is better than you, garbage alien."
The two of them were yelling at the same time, but Jacob's shooting was obviously not as good as the other party. He was shot in multiple places on his shoulders and arms, but his own explosive bomb did not seem to have hit him once.
He realized that if it weren't for the special power in his body, he might have died of poison.
The dark spirit race seemed to have realized something.
"You've been shot so many times but you haven't died yet? The dose of those poisons is enough to poison a Ugur."
The Dark Spirit clan poked out from behind the trunk, then shrank back, and then the bomb exploded at his original position.
"Maybe I should put down my weapons and fight you with a spear, so that you will at least have a chance, but no, no... that's still too simple for me, I can do it with empty hands."
"A coward in the dark is just a good fight! If you dare to say something, you dare to do it."
Jacob retorted and felt his anger overflowing.
"I don't need to prove anything, the slave of the pseudo-god, our name has made you tremble for a long time in ten thousand years."
"Unless they are all weak-willed fools who are frightened by empty brags."
"Your words make me bored, monkey, I think we'd better continue to the massacre stage."
Jacob continued to fire, but was also observing the surroundings.
Arming has been organizing a counterattack, but in fact, the Dark Spirit tribe just started to attack unexpectedly. When the recruits adapted to their attack mode, the casualties of these aliens gradually began to increase.
It’s just that the process needs to be paid too much.
Just under Jacob's eyes, he saw Tiffan and Albian, who were in the same team, were defeated by the firepower of the Dark Spirits, and never stood up again. He also saw Warner, who was also the son of Amydodon, cut off his head by a scimitar in a close battle with the enemy.
In response, the arrogant Mako warriors also fell one by one in the pool of blood and mud.
It is obvious that the Dark Spirit Clan did not intend to fight to the death. After suffering considerable casualties, they quickly retreated.
But their retreat does not mean the end of the battle.
Those who were plundered, enslaved and tortured and transformed in this world were released again, and the number was much higher than before. Jacob realized that this was definitely not something that could be done overnight. These aliens might have hiding in the planet. There was a world that was dormant on the planet, and they quietly kidnapped many people.
The missing people they know are probably just the tip of the iceberg.
Faced with this situation, Armin decisively ordered the team to evacuate this area first, because the terrain here is too poor and there may be a risk of mudslides and landslides at any time.
But before leaving, they still have a difficulty, which is how to deal with the bodies of the fallen soldiers.
There are no pharmacists here, but if they are not brought back to the fortress, over time, the genetic seeds in their bodies may become inactive—and the alien may also destroy their bodies.
In desperation, Arming could only let the uninjured recruits take the bodies of the dead comrades. There were twenty people, not the previous few people.
After taking the dead bodies, the team began to fight and walk, and they had to be wary of sneak attackers that would appear at any time in the darkness.
This caused their speed to be severely slowed down and they were likely unable to return to the fortress until the daytime.
After evaluating the situation, Alming knew that he had made a serious mistake and did not expect that the impact of the weather would be so huge. If they had not left the camp at that time, even the dark spirit race would not have caused such serious casualties based on the original terrain.
Knowing that continuing to rush will only create opportunities for the other party, Arming felt that he would no longer force his troops, but chose to go to a relatively open terrain on the mountainside to defend and wait for dawn.
Therefore, the team changed direction again and began to march towards the mountainside.