Chapter 244: Deadly Dawn (14)

17:10, 6:55:34
Nutans stopped violently, and the fog was too bad for his sight, so he only saw the good machine gun after turning the corner.
"Back!"
He waved the people behind to leave the open streets, because he saw the flags behind them, and the gray canvas was the pyramid with eyes, not the imperial soldiers, but the abominable rebels.
The bullets were already chasing them. The latest water-cooled machine gun poured out rapid firepower, ripping the bricks and tiles of the warehouses and shops around them into pieces. The concrete wall was pierced by bullets, shaking and spitting out dust, and the windows shattered.
"This road doesn't work!"
"agree!"
Silas shrunk behind a flowerbed, and he was checking the amount of ammunition, but unfortunately there was little left.
Nutans turned to the left, leading Silas and the remaining five guards through a damp concrete tunnel, winding through two huge trade markets, bypassing the burning tax office hall.
There were corpses everywhere, civilians, soldiers, so that Nutans could hardly see a little hope. Many soldiers died when their weapons were not sheathed. They failed to face the death and were slaughtered.
Piles of broken armor wrapped around the paralyzed corpses fell on both sides of the trail and the avenue, some were leaned against the fence and the wall like firewood, some were split, some were nailed to the pillar and the wall, and some seemed to be intestinal Broken belly, or a bit like... gnawed.
He can see the sign of the Three Wizards from the armor-the Scarab Guard, which is quite ironic, the empire has been alerting them.
Nutans could not understand, he guessed that these people might be some new type of explosives that died, the theory is possible.
This is the best theoretical possibility. Nutans hopes that this is indeed a practical possibility. Other theories may be too scary to imagine. For example, arcanists are performing some kind of man-eating ritual?
Notans didn't need more reasons to let him fight the Arcanist in the end. Their damage to the Empire and Cusconal would be enough. Their betrayal would be enough. They would have no honor and merciless offensive offensive. It's enough.
But this blasphemy brought him to a new level of combat reasons.
This is not just a war, it is a crime, it violates and insults all the rules and precepts of being human.
Nutans could see signs like blood smeared on the wall everywhere, pyramids with eyes, and many patterns and texts that he was not familiar with, which made him uncomfortable to see them.
Some disturbing screams were gradually incorporated into the faint footsteps around, and besides, Nutans also heard some kind of large machinery moving through the nearby streets.
They are in the street between the administrative district and the business district. Nutans urgently wants to break through and march towards the purple palace in the northwest. His primary goal is to report to his superior, the emperor, what he has witnessed, and The other forces of the Purple Palace meet.
If his emperor, as well as the entire empire's upper levels, were unharmed, or had basically survived the disaster almost intact, then there was still hope for counterattack.
There are at least more than 200,000 troops outside the city, stationed on railroads and highways. As long as they contact their commanders, Cusconal will not fall.
Unconsciously, a cloud of mist poured into the city and the port, which was a lot of smoke, water vapor, and a large amount of suspended cyan dust.
The dense fog covered the sky and covered the city’s high-rise buildings, turning millions of ignition lights into soft orange spots. Nutans had never seen a similar scene before, just like the dead sea condensed in the low-lying Above the city.
They turned another corner and saw six children of dawn in the freight lane ahead.
The monsters in human skin also found them, and then opened fire without saying a word.
The bunker rocked under the impact, and the wall was strong, but Nutans knew it was scarred.
"Those guys have great guns!"
Silas leaned back and crawled, trying to find another way, but more rebels came and fired at them from the top of a broken bakery and from the scaffolding between the two lighthouses.
The Sellaton was greatly affected and was immediately suppressed at the corner
They are going nowhere.
A black car suddenly rushed out of the street, and it knocked down the two sons of dawn who appeared behind them. The two bodies in blue armor were thrown out by the rounded head and rolled over the concrete floor.
But it couldn't knock down the high-level machine gun together, and the guy had already turned his smoking muzzle towards them.
"fast!"
Figuto shouted from the broken window.
Nutans and Silas didn't have time to think about it. They pulled the driver's head and drilled in. The Samuel sat in the passenger seat.
The situation was urgent. Although the back seat was stuffed into him at the same time, Silas and the other two Nightblade Secret Guards were a bit reluctant, but it was not the time to consider comfort.
"Quick! Rush through them!"
Without Nutans' reminding, Feige slammed on the accelerator to make the car rush forward.
He bumped into a son of Dawn who had been knocked to the ground before. The guy hadn't settled, and the front of the car was pushed hard, letting him cling to the sunken metal shell, and then tossed him aside.
He fell to the ground, and the twisted posture marked the broken spine.
Silas kicked off the already ruined roof and stood up from the seats. The roof and the street poured on them to shoot them. The bullets hit the ground around them, splashing Mars and dirt, and others like a hammer Shake the body.
Silas opened fire with a pistol. Although the current conditions were not ideal, he still found a good angle and used a string of bullets across the scaffolding ~EbookFREE.me~ to completely fire the machine gun.
Then he swept down two enemies and hit the third.
Nutans saw a rebel's head explode like a red flare, and the deceased fell down and fell to the ground one second after the car passed.
Silas quickly got a good bullet again and shot another enemy on the ground. The other rebels still held their positions and continued to fire at them.
Figo held the steering wheel steadily, and a bullet crossed between him and Samuel's head, and flew out of the cockpit from the rear window.
"Buy your head down!"
He overthrew a son of dawn again, and threw it into the air at a speed.
After that, he ran into another rebel and nailed the other person to the front cover of the car. The guy's upper body was slumped in the front of the car, and his legs were hanging down.
The car continued to move forward with this body, and a large spark came out of the body. The rebel boots and calves produced violent friction with the ground. The terrible friction was endless, and Figdo couldn't throw the guy down.
Boom~!
A wall beside the road ahead collapsed, and a terrible flesh-and-blood messenger rumbling appeared, lifting six metal articulations and crushing the ruins of the building.
It turned slowly, and the arms on its arms began to aim.
Figo struggled to turn the steering wheel to the left. No other actual combat was possible. He hit the wall of a warehouse and tried to avoid the fire of the flesh messenger. The rebel who was nailed to the front of the car suffered the main impact. If he hadn't died before, he must have died now.
But the car wasn't much better. The violent impact destroyed the engine, and it began to growl and emit black smoke from the exhaust pipe.
Finally, after taxiing for more than ten meters, the car stopped slowly in the dark warehouse.
15 o'clock second!