Chapter 1866

The wolf Lord gonner followed the fire to find out where the yellow and black warriors went. He finally killed the green ocean. At this time, the iron gray terminator armor had turned completely red.

He took a sharp sniff, and his long, sharp canine teeth came out of the corner of his mouth as his nose wrinkled.

With the powerful gift of genetic seed, he could smell the blood tens of miles away in a Blizzard like a real wolf.

At the other end of the tunnel cut off by the flame, there is a strong smell of blood and smoke. According to experience, we can tell that the explosive charge is very large, which may be a mine of reaction force a.

As the wolf king's bodyguard, he has experienced countless battles. Most of the time, he can know what kind of enemy he is going to face just by smell and experience, which is more accurate than radar.

"Ruth's fangs, isn't that man killed by the explosion?"

He could not hide anything in his heart. The words that he thought came out of his thick lips almost at the same time, which made him sneak behind his back and intended to stab the fart spirit in his heel with a knife.

The wolf owner turned his head and looked at his feet. He gave a cruel smile to the fart spirit. He stepped on him into a bubble of thick juice. Then he took a big step and rushed to the fire.

As for the kids behind you? Can you keep up with yourself?

What he said to his subordinates was not to stimulate morale. Fenris soldiers did not lack morale. He was just telling the truth. If anyone moves slower than the dark angel, he will not go to the battlefield and stay in the garrison to maintain the servants.

If you say you don't care about them, you really don't care.

Now he wants to see the end of that brave soldier. Was he really killed by a mine? Or kill his target and gain glory?

To be honest, at that time, he saw the dwarf in yellow and black armor entering and leaving the green line, and finally was faster than himself. He also admired him.

Even if the width of the battlefield over there is not as wide as the battle groups on both sides are facing, it is not the green skin that ordinary people can deal with?

The man had a fighting nun as a teammate, but it was almost impossible to make those tough shrews obey men's orders. How did he do it?

After all these years of life, gonner had never seen such a magical scene.

Curiosity was like a wolf's paw, tickling his beard and tickling his chest.

The fire wall blocked a lot of green skin, and they jumped on this side, while the wolf master's two lightning claws fell together and rubbed together. When they went up, they waved and danced, tearing the enemy into pieces.

What's not perfect is that just as he was about to pull out the last green head, a shot of arrows flew in and directly exploded the head of the little beast.

Every shot of a blaster can be regarded as a tiny rocket with a thick finger. This is the finger of a star fighter. From the perspective of ordinary people, it is about the thickness of a 40mm grenade.

Each blaster has not only an explosive warhead at the front end, but also a booster nozzle at the tail end. After hitting the enemy, it can achieve two effects: armor piercing and bursting. It is an extremely ferocious weapon. The older the blaster is, the more powerful it is.

But gonner has never hated the old shotgun as much as he does today.

Although the wolf group thinks that it is not glorious to use guns, they will not discriminate against the brotherhood that loves to use guns. After all, they are all for the emperor, but their methods of killing the enemy are different.

Unless the man is from the dark angel.

Gonner's face suddenly lengthened, his terminator armor also made an unpleasant joint friction sound, and the fur of Fenris wolf behind him was thrown up by him, and the blood spilled all over the floor.

"Are you robbing my prey? Dark little man. "

It was Orpheus, the dark angel's fighting priest. Wearing the dark green terminator armor, he had a blaster and a double headed hawk axe. He had just a little slower than the wolf Lord to kill the green front.

Seeing the wolf group Lord's attitude, he was used to it. Yes, that shot was to rob the monster. What's the matter?

"Leon slam, I slam."

His answer is a standard parsonage, which describes the story of that time in simple and beautiful language. Leon Johnson, the gene prototype of the dark angel, knocks out Riemann Ruth, the gene prototype of the space wolf.

Gonner breathed quickly, his throat wheezing with anger, and if it wasn't friar astat in front of him, he would have killed the rascal.

"Follow the process or call directly? Don't call the company champion, just you and me. "

The wolf owner spoke and began to rub the lightning claws.

The priest walked up to him and looked at the other side through the fire wall, and his tactical team was close to catching up. Now they have launched fire cover. They can chat freely or go to find the man:

"the account will be calculated later, and I will go to the warrior now."

"No way! I saw him first. "

The wolf master stepped over the fire first. The firewall made of incendiary bombs could not stop the star soldiers. They could even charge against the Phoenix tank of the spirit clan.

"You don't know anything. He's not the kind of barbarian that grows out of your own sea. His identity... Forget it. You can't understand it."The priest is usually a gentle and noble man, but in the face of the space wolf, he chooses to strike hard, and immediately follows up without saying anything. He also uses his armor to crush the wolf owner.

"Fuck you!" The wolf owner flushed his neck and suddenly pushed back. He stuck the priest behind him. The fur around his armored neck made him look ruddy: "do you think he may be a genetic plasma? I know that, too

Laughter came from under the priest's skull mask: "you know it's blasphemy just to say that? Not enough with the court? "

"The courtroom is a bird?! I'm not afraid. I'll kill them when I come. " The owner of the wolf retorted and touched his beard with pride: "it's you who wear helmets when you go to the battlefield, just like the sneaky style of your battle group. I guess the court of justice will be more interested in your secrets."

"We came first." There was no secret in the first World War group, so the minister digressed the subject and came up with the first come, second served statement.

The wolf owner ran against the priest and said, "you didn't report or respond, so according to the rules, we are in line with the rules. It's you who should leave. Of course, I have to beat you to go. Ha ha!"

"Well, some people are barbarians. It's really hard to communicate with each other in language." The priest squeezed the wolf owner with his shoulder and sneered.

"At the end of the day, I still have to fight. I'm sick of your hypocrisy." The LORD did not give in. After all, the two sides must fight. It is related to the glory of the protoplasm. There is nothing to say.

The two of them are shoulder to shoulder, like the "race walking conjoined baby" which has speeded up more than ten times. Two ultimate power armours of the same model and different painting are pinned together and come to the corner of the street in an awkward posture.

When they turned the corner, they saw at the same time the man who looked almost like his father.

The man was standing on the top of a green mountain with red torrents, trampling on countless enemy corpses, holding a huge head in his hand, and proud to show off his victory to the fighting nuns.

This time, both of them were temporarily aphasia.

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