Chapter 3462 The Slaughter of the City
"Wowhahaha! Of course it's me! The champion of the scarlet god! The invincible Valgur!"
Amid the roar, a metal chariot broke through the roof of the Senate. It flowed with silver light of active metal, and its outline was like a huge scorpion with sharp sickle-shaped edges on both sides. There were two skinned men fused with weapons on the left and right. The curled tail was full of disgusting spikes, and it was covered with bloody heads and flesh, like a flesh-and-blood curtain, carrying the terrifying white bone lord. The king was dragging a chain in his hand, and the heads of hundreds of gene stealers of different shapes were tied to it. "What a feast! What a joy!" The Bone Lord let out a laugh that made the pure blood gene stealers frightened, raised his scepter high, and led the evil ghost guards who rushed out of the Senate to attack the Gene Stealer Sect to create.
The gathered gene stealers immediately tried to resist, but their betrayal power was meaningless to the skinned people. The Solanta Defense Army, which was organized urgently, was like waves splitting away by the waves in front of the White Bone Lord. When he was even killed, he would raise a dazzling green lightning with his scepter, and explode dozens of screaming gene stealers into pieces of bizarre dissipating substances - the harvest of this hunt was enough, they were not short of flesh and blood, and now they were just satisfying the desire to kill and the mission of the scarlet god.
Behind him, the evil ghosts of the tomb, running like flying, followed closely, and used their sharp claws and sharp teeth to bite the people with their alien blood.
Even when faced with such a terrible thing, the psychological network of gene stealers still allowed them to maintain their morale. Even the infected people who were still killing civilians stopped and turned to face the huge evil ghosts in the tomb.
They tried to launch a brainless counterattack, but were severely knocked down in a massacre performance. The active metal body strengthened by the evil ghosts in the tomb cannot make scratches even if they are swords, even the sharp claws of the gene stealers. The evil ghosts easily turned the crowd into minced meat and flowing internal organ streams. Such a ridiculous scene even Argesta felt disgusted.
He really didn't know what mood to face it at this time, but he only knew that aliens slaughtered aliens, and blood was sprinkled on the slaughterhouse again.
But what is even more terrifying is the red mist from the ground. The sharp skinning ghost appeared behind the rebel soldiers like a ghost, peeling them off. At the same time, thousands of blood-skeleton scarabs with spikes and mouthparts also poured out from every crack. They were even more terrifying than the skinned ones. Wherever they went, all living things would disappear in an instant and nothing was left.
The frightened rebels began to fire at everything in front of them, and the machine guns whistled and spewed out scorching bullets, but this only attracted the skinless ghost.
The Lord Shanghun floated on the battlefield, occasionally landing rapidly like a meteor shower. When it landed with overwhelming force, it would break countless twisted necks and skulls wherever it landed, and then rise to a high altitude again.
After dozens of firepower points were slaughtered one after another, no gene stealers dared to control those weapons.
"Company Commander! Retreat!"
The intervention of the skinner suddenly reduced the pressure of the Emperor's Scythe. Menelle quickly gave Argesta advice, but Argesta stared blankly at the slaughtered people and murmured to himself: "What else can we save?" "Save ourselves! Save those who can still save!"
This sentence reminded Argesta, so he nodded.
"Retreat! Move to the right!"
When the Emperor's Scythe retreated, the skinders still showed no interest in them, and only focused on slaughtering other living people. The gene stealers who were hasty inflicted no effective resistance because they lost their bishop and patriarch, and could only rely on a few leaders to make a decision. Their decision was to occupy the city and wait for the arrival of the angels, but now it seems that this is more likely to become their grave.
And just as Solanta shivered in the massacre of the skinders, Soshiyan had entered the true interior of Faros. When it was abandoned, the extreme warriors sealed all channels inside Faros with huge amounts of iron, which was difficult to break through under normal circumstances, but Soshiyan obviously could not be measured by normal at this time. He used the phase movement mode to directly pass through the rock formation.
However, after arriving inside, Soshiyan discovered that Faros was different from the ordinary space devil's tomb. Its structure was quite incredible. For example, Soshiyan could walk on the ceiling of the passage without being affected by gravity, and on the surface it was going upward, in fact it was going down, or it was passing through the same area many times, and it was not actually walking backwards.
Soshiyang walked through the passage, and the forks appeared more and more frequently and wider. Soon he encountered ancient trails and steps made of plastic steel.
"Is this the Empire?"
Soshyan checked the equipment and saw the mechanical teaching imprints imprinted on the metal, but it was not surprising, after all, Kiriman had already used it here ten thousand years ago.
Along the route distributed by the machine, Soshiyang passed an open spiral tunnel, which ended up being twisted and wrinkled into the black rock.
Soshiyan entered the phase form directly, passed through the black stone barrier, and entered a huge cave.
The ground here is covered with scarab wreckage, and although many years have passed, their silver surfaces still shine.
The extreme warrior at that time was likely triggering the internal defense system of the device. Soshiyang raised his hand and the quantum-state red mist drilled into the bodies of the scarab wreckage.
After the creepy, dense clicking sound, the bodies of these scarabs began to alienate, producing sharp hook claws, spikes and sickles, and eventually became blood-skeleton scarabs driven by the skinders - the skinning curse is also applicable to the construct.
A few seconds later, countless red scarabs surrounded Soshiyang as if they were a red cloud. These reactivated scarabs turned into terrifying killing machines. When the skinned people walked through the path of massacre, they would chew the victims and bring the flesh and blood back to the temple and the skinned people's gathering place, just like the worker ants that offer to the queen.
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But now, they are just Soshiyan's tools.
Soshiyang's eyes swept across the Black Stone Hall, and he could see a glowing shape moving deep in it. Many tunnels lead outward to unknown places. The sizes of these caves vary greatly, from micro-holes for scarabs to large enough to accommodate a knight mecha.
Suddenly, he felt something and pressed his hands on the ground.
Pulsed, very weak, and weakened
Panience
After a moment, Soshiyang put his hands away and smiled.
"Don't hide, Zhahurash, you know I'm here, I know you're here too."
It was still silent. Soshiyang raised his hand, and countless blood-skeleton scarabs swarmed out and soon scattered along the passage.
(This chapter ends)