Chapter 608: The Sea of Conquest (5)

The battle did not last for a long time, just a minute and a half, and the marines of the Son of Dawn showed why they had the name-the particle sword wrapped in the decomposing force field, which was worn by a destructive attack. The wizards were covered with glyphs of blasphemy armor, as well as the flesh inside.
The metal ground was stained with dripping bright red. Like those dead lives, there were only three wolverines left, forced to the edge of the railing. Behind them was a ladder leading to the command tower.
Fierce fighting inevitably caused them to inhale the deadly poisonous gas. Although they are still alive, death is only a matter of time.
However, these warriors with skin covered with green muscles still did not put down their swords. Their struggle was not fruitless. The bodies of the three sons of Dawn and the corpses of humans piled on top of each other.
"Ikron, Ok comes up."
In the communicator, Ruiske's slightly tired voice came, accompanied by the sound of roaring gunshots and metal collisions, and that harsh roar.
"Hold them for a while, and I'll solve them right away—"
His answer was interrupted by another scream, higher than all other sounds.
The two dark, slender figures squirted out of the shadows from above, and their helmet-mounted loudspeakers screamed to freeze the soul.
They rushed towards the son of dawn.
After protruding his claws and plowing over the shoulder of a certain warrior, he ripped off the other half of his body.
On the other hand, its breastplate looked like it was blown and distorted by a shotgun at close range, and was rushing towards Ikron himself, and the metal gloves grabbed the air tube hanging on the edge of the marine captain's throat guard.
The hose broke when the shadow retreated, and the buzzing particle sword hit only the air.
The attacker seemed to want to double its raid results. Before flying away from the Son of Dawn with his dark wings, he spun in the air with the grace of a bird predator.
Plasma trembles the space around the opponent and scratches the dark armor, but does not hit their target before the shadow disappears back into the dark.
The air raid gave the other Black Army fighters a few seconds, they appeared from all corners, holding some kind of flickering object high in their hands.
"Join the enemy!"
Ykron shouted.
"The enemy is--"
He is too late. No matter what device the enemy dropped, they exploded.
On the lower bridge, there was no shelter, no hidden places, they could do nothing but die.
Boom~~!
The explosion shock came suddenly, and within a few seconds, Ykron lost consciousness.
When an emergency mixed injection was pumped into his muscles, the strengthened physiological function awakened him almost immediately, and he realized that he was lying on his back, staring at the sky.
The warning system of the armor is calling the police. The structure of the right shoulder armor was severely damaged, the right arm was bent, and his breastplate suffered three puncture injuries.
The vitality index showed a low degree of internal bleeding in the right arm and abdominal cavity. The almost non-existent pain was prevented by the injection and his strengthened nervous system. The right goggles of his helmet had something unclear, which he suspected was blood.
He sat up and made a terrible rubbing sound at the broken knee.
He pushed away the turbid smoke, dust and mist-like organic matter on the helmet that blocked the moist air.
Unrecognizable giblets covered almost every inch of the damaged ground, steel beams bent outwards, and the soil poured down like a waterfall from the broken top floor.
The explosion destroyed the building structure of the lower bridge.
Even a superman like him, Ikron was affected by the explosion of stun for a few seconds before he discovered the rapidly moving figure—
He sensed the sound of shadows and flapping wings, and his instinct roared to stand up, stand up and fight.
"Ready to fight!"
The crackling sound resounding in the air undoubtedly came from the enemy's bolt, and a figure appeared in front of him, staring at him through the bat-shaped goggles.
He had a gun in his hand and aimed at him.
But the opponent did not shoot immediately, but tilted his head, the meaning was very obvious.
He wanted Iclone to surrender, and they needed to capture a living captive, and the idea immediately sneered the Son of Dawn.
Son of Dawn raised his hand and made a throat cut in response.
The raised weapon was finally triggered under the pressure of deep-rooted muscle reflexes, but Ikron had had enough time to respond.
He pushed himself aside when the weapon was fired, and a string of bullets was buried in the metal floor next to it. Then he flew up and kicked the opponent's belly with one foot.
When the black army fell, a broken and screaming sound came from the helmet.
Forcing the damaged armor to obey, Ikron stood up instantly and pierced the opponent's neck with a broken piece of metal.
He realized that he was panting, with battle hormones and tremors that had been attacked blindly before. His gun was lost, so he only had a sword, and its roar filled the space.
All his men were dead, lying on his sides in a fan shape.
Ikron's deputy withstood most of the explosion-their right body turned into a mass of shattered armor and exposed blood from internal organs.
And the debris exploded his helmet, spilling the contents of his skull on the tunnel wall.
But it was also because he was in front of him at a critical moment that Iclone was not killed. He bent down to pick up the opponent's pistol, feeling the anger was boiling.
Those attackers have disappeared, leaving only one looking for a live mouth. Iclone knows where they went~EbookFREE.me~He still has a chance to get revenge.
"Here! There is one more!"
Suddenly, the noise interrupted his mourning, and a group of sailors guarding the command tower found him alone.
"Catch it alive!"
The same stupid idea, Ikron sneered again and turned to the more than twenty soldiers with rifles.
They screamed and rushed, as if to use this to counter the fears deep down in their hearts. Obviously, a few minutes ago, they were still fighting against the slaughter.
Ikron did not waste bullets.
He opened the first idiot and accelerated the particle sword before kicking the slaughtered body from the rotating blade.
Howling, with the urge to roar out of anger and hatred, blocked his throat.
Obedient to the instincts of combat regulations, he resisted and beheaded the second sailor in cold silence.
He will avenge them.
He will avenge all of them.
The deep anger of his brain occupied him, and when he rushed into the group of sailors who attacked him with sharp blades and rifle stocks, the effect burned in his muscles, he cut them down with a brutal and efficient attack, he even wanted to tear himself off Blood-splattered helmets bite their teeth into the meat of these fallen cowards.
Son of Dawn used his body as a weapon, and when they tried to surround him, they hit a pair of sailors against the support beam, squeezing them between the steel with a broken bone.
The startled sailors disregarded the dissuasion of the chief and opened fire at zero distance. However, except for hitting two of them, they had no effect.
Ikron dashed past the bullet fragments, resembling a red mottled vengeful soul in the circling dust.
Each blow followed the death, splitting the head and parting the body with a damp creak. Although his chin had been closed in pain, the roar of the particle sword was louder.