Emperor's Bane

Chapter 55 Death ([-])
Andrews is dead.

Died in a desperate harvest.

Die from a bloody snare.

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The pure black long sword sliced ​​through the air filled with the smell of gunpowder and blood, and there was a piercing sound of piercing the air, and there was a faint vibrato of the metal itself.

The firearms, which are difficult to explain with the principles of science and technology, constantly pour out deadly tongues of flame. Hundreds of bullets turn into an inescapable hunting net, allowing life and soul to burn under its bite.

Hundreds of panicked leather boots kept stepping on the ground, constantly kicking up bloody mud, like a herd of wildebeests crossing the turbulent stream full of hungry crocodiles, struggling in vain amid crowding and hunting. experiencing death.

Corpses, corpses everywhere.

The defense line belonging to humans has collapsed, and the last line of defense covering fortresses and bunkers has also completely disintegrated under the combined force of Ran Dan's army, and the organized defense also ushered in when the first Ran Dan warrior rushed into the trench. its end.

When the cruelty of war finally breaks into everyone's chest, when the bad omen of failure keeps echoing in everyone's minds, when the courage temporarily ignited by anger and arrogance is extinguished by the splattered cold blood, Most people finally remembered one thing.

They are far less fearless.

The resistance is over, and the battle is over. This miracle of twenty thousand against one million, after an hour of fierce fighting and a minute of collapse, finally came to its due end.

Everyone is collapsing, everyone is running, everyone is dying, and even the most prestigious officer can't gather any team that can still fight, and in fact, No one would do that either, and those determined to defend their positions are the first to fall in every line of defense.

Blood, blood everywhere.

The strange dark energy flow of Ran Dan's army roared recklessly in every part of the battlefield, and no one could stop their attack and massacre. Thousands of tall and twisted warriors pushed each other, hoping that they could outnumber each other. The same kind next to them rushed into the fleeing enemy group one step faster and started killing each other. They squeezed each other, roared, and even brandished their swords, bluffing.

Without the coercion of the [Overlord], these most arrogant and reckless fighters are like hungry wolves struggling for food, regarding all their heads and achievements as their own prey.

They were advancing, hunting, and pushing. This crazy and disorderly offensive finally ran over the small group of the last resisters. In front of them was the last stronghold of the human defenders. The last part of the journey is the bridge worth the blood.

Despair, despair everywhere.

The garrison commander sat on his seat. There was no one in his camp, only the thick fog that could not be cleared when the documents were burned. He watched those books that were not very important burning in the fire, and then He looked at the table, where his gun was placed.

He picked it up, and took a last look at the command room he used to be. The command room was empty, but now there were only documents and maps scattered all over the floor.

The last army had completely lost contact 15 minutes ago. They were supposed to be at the last position in front of the headquarters, but now, he could even hear the footsteps of Ran Dan's soldiers.

The last staff officer had also been sent to the front, and was either dead or fleeing for his life.

Thinking of this, he glanced over the window and saw a soldier with a wounded arm running away surrounded by the crowd. He seemed to have some impression of him.

He looked at the gun, and he thought about its origin, so long ago that he thought he had forgotten it.

Ran Dan's soldier's footsteps were getting closer and closer. He loaded the bullets one by one, practiced his shooting movements a bit unfamiliarly, and then pointed to the door.

His arms were shaking.

So did his chest.

He suddenly found that he didn't seem to have enough guts to do this.

How terrible and brutal those aliens were, how could he possibly fight them?

But luckily, he seems to be able to do another thing.

When Ran Dan's soldiers' footsteps sounded only a few meters away, he made up his mind.

The muzzle was inserted into the mouth, aiming at the throat and brain.

"boom--"

Gunshots rang out, blood spilled everywhere, staining the map on the table red, soaking every inch of land in blood red.

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No.18 Road.

Andrews counted almost desperately.

No.18 is a fatal wound.

But it's pointless and useless.

"What a great opponent, you remind me of those most memorable...heads...skulls...blood..."

[Overlord Carmen] is bleeding, bleeding almost endlessly, flowing out a river of blood enough to make any warrior and brave man fall to the ground, but for it, this seems to have no effect at all.

A steady stream of blood flowed from those hideous wounds. These huge cuts and loopholes were the result of Andrews and his fighting brothers fighting for a long time. Based on their memory and reasoning, this is enough to make any Ran Dan alienated. Can no longer be a threat.

But now, the memory is doubted, and the reasoning is overthrown, because not even a single drop of these flowing blood fell to the ground, they surrounded the scar of the [Overlord], kept getting close to it, surrounded it, like a blood-red, can Liquid Armor.

And it all comes from the whisper of this tall alien.

Skulls, blood, honor, battle.

Even in the most violent deathmatch, it chanted them in a low voice, without stopping, without logic.

"Blood... come on... let's bleed..."

As it spoke, its pupils were once again filled with blood.

Andrews and his battle brother looked at each other, and the two fighters who had fought side by side since the Terra unification war split into two angles, and they rushed towards this increasingly troublesome opponent almost at the same time. Keep an almost negligible distance.

【Overlord Carmen】Laughed wildly, laughed, and laughed. It dragged its blade without fear, and bumped into the two whirlwinds of destruction.

The battle broke out. This is not a duel of mortals, nor a duel of swordsmen, but the collision of the purest power and the storm. Three big swords full of desire to kill waved a bloody hurricane, mixed with furious roars, Wanton laughter, flying shrapnel and the friction sound of the blade cutting through the armor.

"Yes, that's it! Fight! Kill!"

It is laughing, it is mad, it is suppressing two angels of death with one of its blades, smashing their helmets to pieces with one scar after another, and sending their guns flying as far as possible corner of.

"Blades! Chainsaws! Axes!"

It bared its teeth like a hungry jackal, and brandished the ever-sharper long knife on its arm covered with scars from the past and the present. When Andrews made a mistake, it was on his waist. Shocking wounds were left on one side of the room.

But the Dark Angel didn't care at all. He seized this opportunity, used all his strength to stir up the war blade in his hand, and blocked the alien long knife that was being drawn back in the air. The two powerful fighters began to fight like this. The competition of the most primitive power.

But this kind of duel was not the Dark Angel's plan, because at the same time, Andrews' battle brother had rushed up quickly, and before the [Overlord] in front of him could make any reaction, the power sword in his hand was already ruthless rowed down.

The sound of slashing and tearing was earth-shattering, a huge wound enough to kill a warrior three times was completely split open on [Overlord]'s chest with this perfect blow that contained anger, strength and cunning, It's like plowing a canyon on the soft plain.

It became.

Joy filled Andrews' heart.

But this joy lasted only for a moment.

Because at the same time as this fatal blow was struck, a thing that could break through all of Andrews' imaginations appeared vividly in front of him.

The open wound did not spurt out fresh blood, but rows of snow-white fangs grew out of thin air, and the fresh flesh and blood on both sides of the wound neither trembled nor dried out, but kept moving for a moment. Expanding, widening, stretching out the slender nose and bones, in the blink of an eye, the head of a huge hound appeared on the [Overlord]'s chest, it stretched its neck without hesitation, and bit it hard Caught the arm of the Dark Angel.

Seeing this, Andrews immediately took off the power from his sword, and ended the duel of power at the risk of injury. The next moment, his sword edge was like a thunderbolt, and he slashed at the head of the big hound.

"Bah—"

Different from the imaginary flesh and blood cutting, whether it is the sound transmitted to Andrews' ears or the vibration conveyed by the long sword in his hand, it means that this strange beast is not made of flesh and blood.

And at this moment, the head of the big hunting dog spun wildly, forcibly tore off the arm of the dark angel together with the armor, alloy fragments and rivets were flying in all directions, and under their shadow was like a bursting mountain spring General blood.

Andrews didn't try to attack again, he dragged his comrades back to a safe distance, and then carefully looked at the opponent in front of him.

【Overlord Carmen】...

No, it is no longer 【Overlord Carmen】.

The huge hound's head has completely occupied its chest and lower abdomen, grinning with hundreds of extremely sharp teeth, constantly drooling thirsty for blood.

As for Carmen, the once great [overlord], his head swayed on his shoulders like a fragile leaf, so thin and small compared with the big hunting dog that turned against customers, only those scarlet eyes It has not been restored to its original appearance.

"Skull...blood..."

It groans, groans something it does not desire.

Then, here it comes.

Andrews stood up and gripped his sword tightly.

He has served the great Lord of Men for a century since Terra.

He always knew this day would come.

just now……

it's time.

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Everything is burning.

are burning.

Whether it's a position, a bridge, or Tigray...

Poor Tigray...

Latobis walked staggeringly at the entrance of the bridge, the thinking in his brain was chaotic and distorted, he would think of the current scene for a while, and Tigray, his only brother for a while, and what was their last farewell? A concerned look from Tigray before he was taken to therapy.

Then he died.

They are all dead.

All dead.

As if he stepped on something, he fell to the ground, but he didn't have the strength to get up anymore.

But struggling, Latobis still forced himself to raise his head, looking at the sky and the distance.

Everything is burning.

What blows from the wind is only endless laughter.

He clenched the gun in his hand, propped himself up and stood up, just fighting in a daze, watching everything burning in front of him in a daze.

He didn't want to run away, nor did he want to do anything else, he just stood here, watching countless trenches and bunkers completely disappear in the billowing smoke.

all disappeared.

He stands for maybe 1 minute, maybe 10 minutes.

He holds his gun, the only thing he has.

From the broken ditch at the very beginning, to being beaten by Ran Dan and throwing away his armor, to hiding in the wilderness, and finally to this burning place.

Everything about him is lost.

Everything about him is gone.

He did nothing and did nothing.

Only this gun.

But what can a gun... do?

For a moment, he couldn't think through this question.

It wasn't until the tall, shaky figure came out of the thick fog step by step that he couldn't help but suddenly realized.

What kind of monster is that? It looks several meters high. Under an ugly head, the head of a huge hound is constantly growling and barking, and when it roars, the one on top The head was also shouting something loudly.

At its waist hung row upon row of heads, human, Randan, and the helmets of two bloodstained angels of death.

Latobis was trembling and trembling, his sweat glands kept dripping water, which kept wetting his already filthy clothes, his teeth were shaking and colliding with each other constantly, his right arm In severe pain, it's like bugs are tossing the river inside.

But all this, all this, is no hindrance.

He gripped the gun tightly, with two hands.

He has nothing left.

There was nothing he could do.

Because of these fucking aliens!
Because of these fucking wars!
He only has one thing left.

There was only one thing he could do.

Think about it, think about it carefully, what did Tigray say back then.

...for...for...

Finally, he remembered.

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"For The Emperor!"

He roared, shouted, and charged.

This cannon fodder that no one cares about, this powerless mortal, just launched the last resistance in this war, which may be meaningless, but may also be of great significance.

Last resistance.

"For The Emperor!"

He continued to roar, and charged at the invincible monster.

The roar was disturbed by the wind, continuously shattered and danced, and finally merged into the billowing smoke and blood mist on the battlefield, without a sound.

(End of this chapter)