While retreating, Rozim used fire to kill an evil beast that rushed toward it. His melta pistol had already started to sound a warning, and it was obvious that there was not much energy left.
But the enemies seemed to be endless, and they pounced fiercely one after another.
Rozim roared, swung his pistol, and knocked the first one to the side. Then he hit the second one on the face, smashing his brain into pieces.
The fierce battle slowed down the team's mobile formation. The Tau people used poison crystal guns to shoot the enemies appearing above them as much as possible, while Keren was always at the back of the team, suppressing the opponents with a storm of plasma.
Rozim, Loken, Isvin and Chuanquillo tried their best to deal with the guys coming out of the rooms on both sides. Among them, Chuanquillo's weapon was also very special, it was a rusty flail, but every time it hit the enemy,
The opponent's body would quickly decay, and it was only because of it that the team was not scattered by the enemies on both sides.
After all, Isvin's small pistol doesn't even have firepower, it can only make a sound.
Lataxin, on the other hand, faced the enemies in front alone, killing them all with one blow.
After struggling for almost half an hour, the team rushed out of the back door of the bar. Rozim saw a small truck carrying goods at a glance.
"Quick! Get on this thing!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a familiar strange laugh and then raised his head.
I saw several grotesque and thin figures standing on the roof. Their bodies were covered with surgical racks like torture instruments. There were more than four arms on their withered torsos. One of them, Rozim, still remembered.
"This shit-eating old man is not dead!?"
"I told you, it's very difficult for the Haemonculi to die."
Rataxin glanced at the Haemonculi on the roof, suddenly took out something and threw it into the sky.
With a bang, the surrounding area of several hundred meters was shrouded in black mist, and the Haemonculi on the roof suddenly made a surprised sound.
"Huh? It's interesting. This kind of shielding method can actually interfere with our senses."
The vice president of the Haemonculi Association, who was tortured by Rozim before, narrowed his eyes. Now he can't sense the existence of those beings. You must know that all his senses have been strengthened countless times, and their sensitivity is comparable to that of machinery.
detector.
This also made him more interested in Ratashin's identity.
But that's all. It's still too naive for these poor people to run away. The Haemonculi Association has more than just the monsters they created.
Rozim ran towards the vehicle. Suddenly bullets flew over his head, and various ammunition exploded around him. For this reason, he had to shuttle back and forth between piles of rubble.
A group of Cabal warriors rushed into the black mist, apparently receiving a bounty from the Haemonculi Association.
"Dry!"
Rozim growled and turned towards them, aiming his gun at them as he ran.
Then, with the last bit of energy he shot, the hot melt flew past the helmet of the cabal warrior closest to him, and the high temperature instantly ignited the unlucky guy.
Just as the Dark Eldar was beating its body wildly, the poisonous crystal bullet dug a molten bullet hole in its chest and knocked it backwards. A sound came from under the burning helmet.
There were bursts of horrifying hissing sounds.
With a roar of hatred, Qiming inserted the barrel of the gun into its body, and then smashed it onto its comrades.
With hatred for these dark races, the fire warrior team kept firing, using bullets to make holes all over the entangled cabal warriors.
For these warriors who advocate the higher way, the journey to Comoros is simply a nightmare, and it also teaches them what true hatred is...
Karen had already rushed into the cockpit and started tinkering with the car's control system.
This hover car looks very low-level, but it is simple and crude, but it is strong and durable. Karen quickly broke through its control system.
"Walk!"
Everyone immediately opened the car door, jumped in, and then slammed it shut.
Then the engine started, and the cargo bay swooped out of the black fog.
"Elder, do you want to pursue me?"
A Haemonculus turned to ask their vice-president for instructions, but the other party shook his head.
"No need, our target is not these apes, but the force hiding behind them..."
"The forces behind it?"
The Haemonculus obviously didn't understand.
"A few apes, a few Tau, an greenskin, and a Hrud. Do you think this combination is a coincidence? Use your rusty brain?"
As he spoke, the senior executive of the Black Descendants Association kept thinking about recent events in his mind.
In fact, the fact that they found their enemies so late was not because they were incompetent, but because a strange thing happened to the Haemonculi Association recently. Several presidents and vice-presidents of the association were assassinated on different occasions.
The identity of the assassin has not yet been determined, but their methods of death are surprisingly consistent - they were all killed by a single knife, and the knife edge was as smooth as molecular surgery.
What's even more frightening is that most of the killed high-level members of the Haemonculi were unable to be resurrected, but a few of the resurrected people said that they didn't even know who killed them because the other party's speed was so fast that it was unbelievable.
However, the Haemonculi people unanimously believe that among the locals of Comoros, there is absolutely no one who has the power to kill a Haemonculus master without the ability to fight back. If there were any, the Haemonculi people would have found a way long ago.
Removed.
Some Haemonculi also speculated that it was witchcraft, but after the most careful inspection, they found no traces of witchcraft or psychic powers at the scene.
This is very strange. A terrifying but unknown killer has forced most of the Haemonculi to dare not act rashly, or even dare to leave the house. This has indirectly led to the fact that the Haemonculus Association has hardly issued any warning during the recent major events in Comoros.
what sound.
Although most of the Haemonculi people are dead otakus, staying in the den voluntarily and being forced to stay in the den are not the same nature. This is a slap in their face. In the countless years since Comoros was founded, no one has dared to do it.
This kind of thing.
For this reason, almost all the Haemonculi Associations have taken action and vowed to find out this reckless killer, but so far they have basically found nothing.
"The guy wearing sunglasses, he is not an ape, but I can't guess what he is. Maybe recent events can provide clues to them."
After muttering for a while, Master Xue Lingren waved his hand to the followers around him and said:
"I'm going to see an adult. You continue to monitor those guys and report any situation at any time, especially the one wearing sunglasses! I'm keeping an eye on every move he makes. Where he goes and who he meets must be carefully figured out.
, if there is any omission...hehehe, then go and stay in the pit of my flesh and blood for a few days."
When they heard the other party talking about the Pit of Flesh, the Haemonculi shuddered and then lowered their heads.
"yes!"
Before leaving, Master Haemon extracted the corresponding data from those monsters, especially the remains of the monsters that had fought against Lataxin, and then took a gunboat to the Dark City, and entered a world completely devoid of darkness and fog.