Chapter 245: Deadly Dawn (15)

Everyone immediately jumped out of the car, Silas threw away the pistol without the bullet in his hand, then stopped, turned back and pulled his rifle and bullet from the dead rebel, the guy was basically twisted The front of the car is integrated, and there is little left below the waist.
The air is filled with the smell of overheated metal and the scorched bone marrow.
"Kill them!!"
The first wave of rebels rushed in from the big hole that the car crashed into, and Nutans killed two people and swept through the holes in the wall.
They began to gradually retreat along the messy ground in the warehouse, and fiercely refuted the fire with the rebels who entered through the large hole in the wall.
The bullets flew back and forth and Silas hit a shot, but he was not sure if he had killed the opponent. The opponent's pure numerical advantage was very detrimental to them.
He has been waiting for the flesh messenger to knock down a wall and rush into the warehouse to hunt them down. He can already hear the roar.
"We have to find a way!"
"Maybe from..."
Suddenly, a loud explosion sound came from outside. In a flash, a bright light passed through every gap, every bullet hole and every window penetrated into the warehouse.
The whole building trembled, and ultra-high temperature mechanical debris and debris penetrated the wall and flew around.
Nutans and Silas climbed up, and the rebels who followed them into the warehouse also stood up. They tried to find these surviving resistance again, but they were confused.
What happened to the explosion just now?
Before they turned around, the hot plasma beam cut off the darkness and cut them into pieces. The flashing beams penetrated their shells and made their helmets burst like balloons.
The survivors hid in bunkers and raised their weapons.
More than twenty figures wearing a closed black metal carapace poured into the warehouse. They held a steaming plasma weapon and ruthlessly executed any rebels who did not die on the spot. They had standards similar to the Kaimon Church, Nutan Sri Lanka recognized this standard, an ancient mysterious organization.
"Civil Temple!?"
"Secret Guard of the Purple Palace and Scarab Guard of the Three Wizards."
One of them said indifferently.
"Show up, hurry up, time is against us."
Nutans stood up first, and others followed him, and they all raised their hands, indicating that they were not hostile.
"Nutans, the Royal Secret Guard."
The commander of the squad came to him and raised his mechanical mask and six visual sensors. He was a tall veteran with staggered scars on his determined face.
"MacArthur, the number one killing squad."
He answered briefly, and hesitated when he spoke, as if he was not used to introducing himself.
"We just arrived in this city, only you?"
"Yes. We thank you for your rescue."
"If we stay here for too long, everything will be meaningless, Secret Guard."
MacArthur's words made Nutans a little uneasy, as if the other party was suggesting something.
"We have the firepower to fight a small force, plus some armor, but the reserve energy is very limited, and we can't fight large-scale enemy groups."
"Can you take us out of here?"
Nutans asked carefully.
"Of course, we should go to the same place as you are going to."
At this moment, Nutans understood the implied meaning in the other party's language, the Purple Palace was not safe, and even now is the most dangerous place.
"We hope to coordinate the resistance."
Nutans nodded and took the weapon handed over by MacArthur, a black pistol, not a rotating pistol, but a quirky black pistol that used a magazine. It seemed very advanced.
Silas noticed the great sword in Samuel's hand.
"That's clunky."
He said that, shaking the fresh weapon he had just got.
"There is no need to bring it."
"Needed."
Samuel shook his head and then said nothing.
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"what!"
Yamila crashed into the bulkhead, collapsed in a wet sound, and smeared a blood stain under him.
After taking a few breaths, she glanced down at her abdomen.
The wound was very serious and contained some kind of toxin. She actually defeated the temple's coagulant, and she could feel her body fighting a high fever.
He could feel his will fighting against fear.
That is not a fear of failure, not even a fear of death or suffering.
It was shaken, uneasy about the unknown.
It is mankind who has overcome it to get out of the cave and set sail from his homeland. It is mankind who has conquered it to face various beasts and the evil spirits hidden in the ancient night.
She thinks that she knows a lot more than most people, she should not have anything unexpected, all possible terrorist existence must be explored, she must master every new possibility, she must be immune .
Just like the slogan shouted during training-unwavering and fearless.
"Damn!"
The beads of sweat oozed from her forehead and flowed across her chin mixed with blood. She struggled to get up, but couldn't.
This is a lesson, she thought.
This thing, and that thing.
So much blood.
There was a sour throat in her throat and tears in her eyes, and the thing made a sharp pain in the wound left in her abdomen and ribs.
Yamila almost fainted just now, and the fierce toxin caused her to temporarily lose consciousness and fall into a haze of scarlet mist.
She gasped, and every expansion of her lungs ignited flames in her nerves. She tried to stand up for a while and finally stood up~EbookFREE.me~Looking into the distance.
The air was filled with smoke and dust, and under the breeze, it surged along the ground like a river.
She saw a dead soldier about five meters away, and the man's head was twisted into a strange angle.
In the distance, the three soldiers sat back against the falling wreckage, like a few sailors who had returned from drinking through the night. They were all scarlet, except for their dull eyes.
Farther away is a chest with half arms.
Next to it was another warrior, and Yamira recognized him. The squad leader of the fifth shift was now torn apart like a broken porcelain doll.
After that, she saw that thing again.
For that thing, for the thing that killed many people, Yamira was not sure if it was a thing.
It has a rough human shape, more than double that of normal humans, and its limb ratio is nearly scorpion. However, its true outline is difficult to determine. The reality seems to have twisted around it. The air is stinking and pungent. It looks like a group of unreal. The mist was surging, flowing like a dark nightmare from a deep crypt.
It is like a giant scorpion, crawling on the trunk with strong metal limbs, its body is covered with stitched cuts and entangled pipelines, and the flesh and blood under it changes into an iridescent light.
It has no eyes and almost nothing but a huge mouth on its head. Its face is like a shrivelled skin taut on the distorted human skull, and its empty eyes are like craters.
Its jaws were packed with scaber-like fangs and yellowish giant teeth, and cyan venom was dripping from the gums not covered by lips, like a thick syrup.
It seems to be sniffing something, it smells of acid and saltpeter.
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