Chapter 257: Deadly Dawn (27)

The dull roar, as if his ears were blocked, as if everything was covered in mist.
It was as if the blood vessels on his forehead were jumping wildly.
A burst of noise, a rustling noise.
It's a communicator, a communicator in his arms.
What does a piece of newsletter say?
Nutans tried to answer, but his mouth was numb and stiff, from head to toe.
He could smell the blood, his blood.
What does that message say? What is the information? So weak, so far, so dull.
He struggled to listen, but it grew louder, sweeping through the curtains that made it dull, like the sound coming from under water, until it was finally clear and audible.
"Nutans, report location! Report location!"
"Who is talking? Who?"
Nutans struggled to swallow the blood that was about to overflow in his mouth.
He was lying on his back on a composed of rock and broken lawn, he was lying in the courtyard of the palace.
Slowly standing up, he saw two dead guards beside him, one was burnt and the other was cut in half.
Nutans remembered it, he remembered MacArthur's changes.
Another mean betrayal.
He looked around.
Did not see Silas, nor Francis.
The sound of gunfire was heard not far away, but Nutans had a terrible pain, but he didn't know where he was injured. Maybe his ribs were broken in the explosion. Maybe his internal organs were torn open.
But these are far less than the pain of betrayal and the guilt of dereliction of duty.
Today is a complete failure in his life. He failed to protect the emperor or the blood of the empire.
But he still had to fight and died here.
He stumbled, and when he passed his pistol, he stooped down to pick it up. This action made some blood ooze from his abdomen.
He probably no longer has much blood to bleed.
The communicator in his arms has been completely silenced. This precious device used to be the deepest secret of the secret guard, but now when the world changes, it seems to become worthless.
He walked to the broken inner wall of the palace, where he was still fighting, but he saw despair, or a concrete product of despair.
A very large demon.
It has a body wrapped in pure metal. It walks like a bat with folded wings. It has four arms, each holding a deadly weapon, a giant sword, a heavy axe, and a glowing large-caliber gun.
It was attacking the palace, tearing the walls apart and spitting a turbulent turbulent flow of bricks and stucco into the collapsed wall.
The remaining secret guards and imperial soldiers continued to retreat and fired at them with all weapons, but the bullets hit the ugly metal body with only a burst of powerless sparks. It seemed to feel no injury at all. Still striding forward.
Nutans could hear it in his ear.
"I am Federtic! Lord of Flesh! Our slaughterer!"
Nutans saw Silas, and he and Figuto were among several wizards, covering someone with pistols and witchcraft, and that person also knew Nutans.
Samuel was rushing towards the demon with a sword.
Nutans stepped forward, he tried to run.
"Samuel!"
The other party turned a deaf ear and seemed determined to become a hero. In the process, his whole body was splashed with Mars, stepping on the collapsed debris, and slashing the filthy flesh of that thing with force.
Federtic seemed to finally notice the figure preparing to attack its back.
It waved its arms gently like driving away flies.
Then it continued to move forward, disregarding the bullets that constantly hit its flesh and blood, and soon another section of the palace wall collapsed.
It seems that there are more specific goals, and does not want to be entangled with the defenders here.
Nutans came to Samuel, his body was punched into the lawn, and the scorched pit of light smoke was seeping blood, but was soon absorbed by the dirt.
He dragged him out, Samuel was still alive, and the body training of the wolverines saved his life, but he was seriously injured and many bones broke.
Nutans heard a roar and rolling sound, and another flesh messenger rushed into the palace courtyard.
It came from the other end of the bridge, slammed into the gate, and it destroyed the gate that the rebels failed to take hundreds of lives.
The monster rumbled across the broken lawn, overturning some bunkers built by the soldiers, it raised its arms with large-caliber weapons, and Nutans could even hear the iconic whisper when it recharged to fire .
A flash of light, a fiery beam of light, it was centered on the body of the flesh messenger, but the bright light of the burning eye seemed to be deflected on the other side, covered by its blue flame.
Dark air wafted from the creature's body, but there was no obvious damage.
It turned to the wizards who had just attacked him.
"Dodge! Hurry!"
Nutans began to run again, traversing the torn lawn, passing through the dead bodies of the rebels, and rushed towards the palace wall.
Boom~!
The weapon of the flesh messenger's arms suddenly fired, and the sound was like the thunder of the clear sky, but it shot not a bullet, but two tumbling blue flames.
The wizards who had just released the witchcraft were unable to dodge, swallowed by the flame in a blink of an eye, and after a short scream, turned into a pool of indistinguishable soft tissue fluid, which was completely evaporated in the subsequent high temperature and merged with the soil. together.
The massacre continues.
Nutans rushed up a ramp made of gravel, and then struggling to land on the flat top of a garden promenade.
"Are you still alive? I thought you were dead!"
Silas had been waiting there long ago. He took over the unconscious Samuel and looked at Nutans with a surprise in his eyes.
"Almost."
"what should I do now?"
When Silas said this~EbookFREE.me~ glanced at Francis, the other side lowered his head in silence, seeming to be immersed in the shadow of failure.
"It's time to retreat, you can't keep it here, and all the troops of the Civic Temple have been evacuated."
After Peggy said his opinion, he took Samuel from Silas. Obviously he did not intend to confess his life in this place. If the guards did not leave, then he would leave by himself.
Nutans looked up, the line of defense no longer exists, monsters everywhere, rebels everywhere, corpses of loyal people piled up like mountains, the formerly glorious Purple Palace has been reduced to hell.
But the question is, where should they go?
"Something is coming! Soon!"
Like a flash of lightning, a certain omen suddenly struck Pedro's dark mind. It was a voice.
"Everyone, gather at St. Elena's Church. I am the Prince of Shadows. Repeat, I am the Prince of Shadows!"
This sound was also captured by Nutans, and even he found the source of the sound, and his vision caught a vague shadow.
It was running along the edge of the wall, flipping over a broken part, and then leaping again, jumping onto the roof of the palace.
It continued to run, nearly the height of the flesh and blood messenger walking on the ground, almost higher, and the other party was destroying a soldier's bunker, just like digging a rabbit nest.
Nutans could vaguely see its dark green carapace, similar in appearance to humans, and he could also see its skull. The absurd oval had two poisonous vertebral bodies on both sides.
It began to accelerate and reached out to draw a sword.
It was two handles intertwined behind it, something like a saw.
He pulled them out, held them with both hands, the tip of the knife was down, and then jumped from the roof, his arms high above his head.