"Mom...can I still play with Brother Hammer in the future..."
Hearing this, her mother turned her head, revealing a face that still had some traces of the angel's blessings, a sad expression in her eyes, and then nodded.
"If there is a chance in the future..."
After that, she continued to work hard.
Willie didn't understand a little. Her mother's attitude was very strange. Brother Hammer was a big guy who often played with children like them. He was very big and looked silly. He often carried a big hammer because the children couldn't remember.
That's why he is always called Brother Hammer, but although he is big in size, he has a gentle personality. Once Willie got into a mechanical pipe out of fun and the thing actually fell down. It was Brother Hammer who was about to suffocate her.
Before, he tried his best to lift the huge machine and rescued her. After that, the two became good friends and established a unique telepathy.
But not long ago, she felt as if a piece of her heart had been cut out, and she became uneasy.
"Mother--"
Just as she was about to speak again, her mother suddenly rushed over, hugged her and covered her mouth, with fear in her eyes.
Willie also heard at this time, the sound of heavy footsteps coming from outside the closed door of the shack. This kind of footsteps is usually only made by Brother Hammer...
But there was more than one footsteps, there seemed to be several, chaotically intertwined, and accompanied by a language she didn't understand.
At this time, her mother had lost her breath and was just huddled in the corner of the shack with her daughter, looking desperately at the thin door.
I don't know how long it took, but the sound gradually disappeared, and then she let go of her hand and let out a long breath.
"Willie, stop talking, mom is taking you to escape."
"Escape?"
"Stop talking, okay?"
"Um..."
Then she started to toss with the door again. Willie held the doll and watched blankly. Suddenly, she sniffed. Although it was very subtle, she still felt it because of the connection established in the past...
What does Brother Hammer smell like?
So she walked to the door cautiously, making sure not to disturb her mother. Then she stretched out her little hand and quietly opened the metal door little by little, revealing a slight crack in the door.
When she looked out the door, her eyes suddenly lit up, and then she opened the door completely.
"Mother!"
When she heard her daughter's voice, she turned her head and her eyes almost popped out of her sockets.
"Brother Hammer is here to help us!"
With a flower-like smile on his face, Willy happily pointed to the door. At the same time, the head of the aberrant body also appeared outside the door, but it was hung on the waist of a white armored giant stained with purple blood. At the same time, he held a hand tightly.
The hand holding the war hammer also reached into the room - (please don't scold me...)
When the leader Raghu was thrown onto the cracked stone slab of the cellar, his first move was to kneel down and pray. When he looked up, they were there, the elders of the cult.
They are attached to the surrounding walls, to each other, and even to the ceiling, hooking there with their claws. The angelic blood in them overwhelms humans. Their skin is carapace, showing purple-black or light blue, and some have three arms.
Some have four arms, but they all have a long neck and bloated head, as well as blazing amber eyes, and are decorated with rippled scales on their shoulders and body.
These are the oldest generation in the order, second only to the pure-blooded angels in terms of bloodline. Although Lagu is also the first poet monk with a third-generation bloodline, he must kneel before them.
"Elders..."
The sharp claws of Lagu's third hand drew a shallow mark on the ground, proving the anxiety in his heart at this moment.
"Please forgive me, I have no choice."
"You should...your troops...hold that place..."
One of the second-generation hybrids made a vague hissing sound.
"Yes, of course I want to, but, yes... But we are insufficient in numbers. Many of our fortifications were blown up at the beginning. Many relatives and soldiers were buried alive and burned to death. The heavy weapons in our hands are too
"Young...the enemies, those huge tin men with warhammers and chain saws, are killing us. Even pure-blooded angels can't resist. It won't help if we all die there——"
"Excuse!"
A hybrid with four arms roared.
"Punishment! Tear it apart!"
Another also made a request.
"Replace him!"
Raghu lowered his head, knowing that this was not what he deserved. He had fought with all his strength. Only a few thousand of his troops and tens of thousands of relatives had evacuated from that hell.
But at this time, there was another voice, deeper, coming from a dark corner, with a vague majesty that surpassed that of a second-generation hybrid.
"It's not Raghu's fault."
The hisses of the hybrids gradually deepened in this voice. Whether voluntarily or forced, they could not interrupt when this person spoke.
A bishop wearing a gorgeous robe, holding a scepter, and a somewhat aged face walked out of the shadows, followed closely by an acolyte holding a flag.
After the bishop stopped, he stared at Raghu with his eyes filled with spiritual halo, and said slowly:
"No one can last two hours under such an offensive."
"So we have to accept the bitter consequences of the failure of this uprising."
Another shriller voice suddenly sounded, and then the second bishop came out. He held a sword in one hand and a snake-shaped curved sword in the other. His skin and posture looked much younger, and he was also followed behind him.
A banner-bearing acolyte.
"We must accept failure calmly. If we continue to think that there is hope for persisting, the sect will die in despair. I have received information that the mechanical slave owners have invited brutal reinforcements from the stars.
He is a giant in armor. If you are really sure that staying here has failed, you should move as soon as possible, concentrate all your elite forces, escape from the acidic swamps in the south, and go to a more secluded place to wait for the next opportunity."
"With our current strength, to carry out a breakout of this scale is equivalent to pushing our clan leader and our Holy Father into a pit of fire. I cannot accept it. Scorch Oven City has not fallen yet... and the mechanical slave owners have already
Be prepared and vigilant, do you think it is possible for the cult to grow again after the transfer? Unless the world is changed."
The two bishops seemed to be arguing, but they showed no signs of struggle. At the critical moment of the life and death of this order, the invisible spiritual pull could ensure that they knew what was most important.
"Then, there is only the third way left..."
At this time, a low grunt sounded, and the two bishops quickly stepped aside. The other mixed-bloods also quickly climbed down from the heights and lay on the ground. Lagu even lay on the ground because he knew that he was not even qualified.
Kneel down before it.
The patriarch's huge body emerged from the shadows, with a certain humanized anxiety and determination in its vicious eyes. In the end, all the gene stealers received its decision——
The main force retreated underground to preserve its strength, leaving only a few troops to continue conducting guerrilla street fighting in the city!