Just as Arming joined forces with a comrade to cut off a nightmare's head with a sword, he heard a melodious and sinister voice.
In an instant, the remaining four nightmares retreated at the same time.
At first Armin even looked forward to seeing a whole squad of terrifying alien warriors, but in the end he could only recognize a single figure.
"Another ugly thing comes!"
Armin noticed that some symbols on the tall warrior's armor were glowing, which undoubtedly had evil energy, and someone vaguely slid across it, which made the hair on the back of Armin's neck tingle.
"I was just trying to trap you in the forest and wait until the matter was solved before I dealt with you, but it's great to do it now. When your soul reaches that place, you can tell everyone who killed you."
The Gothic language with the Comoros serpent accent sizzled without any undulation in the humid air.
"We control the night, just as we control fear, let it flow through your blood vessels, and you may think you can be protected by your companions, but we will taste your souls before dawn."
The CEO, Valosian Seserak, who also has the title of "Soul Hunter", slowly walked out of the darkness with graceful steps.
Arming narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Alien, put away your lies. You don't have the ability to break through the fortress. You don't know what kind of power you have to wait for you."
The CEO waved his hand and said with a smile:
"You said those guys on the track who are as stupid as you? You guys are simply-"
As he said that, his pale face suddenly froze and then turned into distorted anger.
He stared at Arming with a bright look and said softly:
"It seems you have hidden something I don't know."
Then, he slowly pulled out the dry blade from his waist.
"It seems that I have to kill you now, but it's a pity that I have arranged a plan for so long, but I don't think everything will go well."
"For the Emperor!"
Armin raised his chainsaw sword and rushed forward, as did the other veterans, and the recruits fired.
The Dark Spirit Clan did not dare to show weakness. Nightmare and the warriors waved their swords and fought back, and the poisonous crystals flew across the air.
Accompanied by a howl, Armin drew a huge arc through the power sword, trying to cut off the alien's body directly.
Valosian turned around gracefully and casually placed his weapon on the road of Armin's sword blade.
The size of the two is huge, but as a scream of metal friction and metal is heard, sparks splashing out when the two weapons come into contact, Armin's attack does not work.
Jacob also joined the battle. He targeted the bastard who had been sneaking into him before. The other party had obviously exhausted all the ammunition, so he replaced it with a pair of scimitars.
For Jacob, who had broken a hand, facing such an enemy alone would almost undoubtedly commit suicide.
After all, it is still the same thing to know that you can live with shit or the emperor's blessing when you step into battle and storm or any other type of danger, but it is another thing to know without any doubt that your life will end soon.
Jacob examined his soul and found fear there, but it did not swallow him.
He felt nervous and excited at the same time strangely, but he was not afraid, more, there was anger in his heart, a desire for revenge for the alien made his fear almost trivial.
The recruit felt that he had reached the climax of his desire to kill, and he was eager to attack his enemy, and almost desperately wanted to start the killing.
But his speed is too slow.
"Haha, monkey, I won't let you die too easily, although the tenacity of your primitive life is beyond my imagination, and you almost consumed my bullets alone."
While mocking Jacob, the other party kept swimming around him.
Anxiety occupied Jacob, and he did feel he slowed down.
The complex and diverse wounds on the body made the strength disappear from the body, and the speed disappeared.
He blocked the opponent's attack with one arm, then stepped back and dodged the second shot, but the edge of the scimitar still cut his breastplate, leaving a large piece of blood on his chest.
Jacob waved his right arm, but only hit a shadow. He is now fighting with intuition and reflection, and his attack has no power as it used to be.
But that didn't prevent him from meeting a freak he was sure to kill him.
Taking a step back, they paused briefly to look at each other, and both of them felt the touch of fate.
"Monkey, I can keep your head or eyes."
"If you have a species, come and try it, a alien without eggs."
Jacob saw the opponent's hand armor tightly clenched. This was the flash that the opponent wanted to start attacking, and dodged backward in advance when the opponent attacked.
This guy was really fast, Jacob could barely use his sword to storm his attack, let alone escape completely.
While he was doing this, the opponent suddenly had a big turn and kicked him in the jaw, knocking him to the ground.
It is hard to imagine that such a slender limb could burst out with such a huge force, which made Jacob's eyes pop up and roll backwards.
When he raised his eyes, the scimitar had already cut down in a shiny arc. Jacob had almost no time to roll to the side and suddenly reached out to grab a alien body beside him.
The blood sprayed on him when the scimitar hit the target, making a sound like a butcher chopping meat.
Jacob then kicked a foot, but his opponent jumped away and slashed the scimitar again.
This time Jacob had time to block the chainsaw sword in his right hand, but he was not in a good position, and the impact force pressed his weapon into his chest.
This made him scream in pain under the impact, and he felt his blood flowing out of his chest.
"This is called self-rewarding!"
The Dark Spirit tribe mocked him and raised his scimitar again to cut it down again.
Jacob resisted the pain and rolled up and stood up, rushed forward in time and hid over, lay down on the ground again, and then stood up again.
He found himself facing another dark spirit clan, who raised his claw blade to kill him.
"No, don't kill him! He is mine!"
He heard the roar of the dark spirit behind him, and the alien in front of him stopped in surprise. Jacob took this opportunity to smash his chainsaw sword into the guy's ribs, and turned around in time to block the attack of the scimitar.
The impact this time not only numbed his right arm, but also felt something on his wrist break.
Soon, a severe pain came from his arm, and the chainsaw sword slid down his numb left hand.
The alien's strange pointed helmet burst into laughter, feeling that the Space Marine who had lost its weapon was already a lamb to be slaughtered.
"Now is your death, a difficult ape."
"This is not good."
Jacob was also surprised by his current calmness. He replied with a grim smile and suddenly waved his arm.
The attack was very fast, and the spirit race had almost no time to dodge, and the extremely sharp poison chip cut into flesh and blood from the weak point of the armor.