Chapter 2682 The Patriarch’s Decision
“Mom, can I still play with Brother Hammer in the future?”
Hearing this, her mother turned her head, revealing that there was still some angelic blessing left. Trace's face showed a sad expression in his eyes, and then he nodded.
"If there is a chance in the future"
After that, she continued to work hard.
Willie didn't understand a little. Her mother's attitude was very strange. Brother Hammer was a big guy who often played with children like them. He was very big and looked silly. He often carried a big hammer because the children couldn't remember. That’s why he is always called Brother Hammer, but although he is big in size, he has a very gentle personality. Once Willie was playful and got into a mechanical pipe, and the thing actually fell down. It was Brother Hammer who was about to suffocate her. Before, he tried his best to lift the huge machine and rescued her. After that, the two became good friends and established a unique telepathy.
But not long ago, she felt as if a piece of her heart had been cut out and she became uneasy.
"Mom——"
She was about to speak again when suddenly her mother rushed over, hugged her and covered her mouth, her eyes showing the color of fear.
Willie also heard it at this time. There were heavy footsteps outside the closed door of the shack. This kind of footsteps is usually only made by Brother Hammer
But there was more than one footsteps, there seemed to be several, chaotically intertwined, and accompanied by a language she didn't understand.
At this time, her mother could no longer breathe. She just huddled in the corner of the shack with her daughter, looking desperately at the thin door.
I don’t know how long it took, but the sound gradually disappeared. Then she let go of her hand and took a deep breath.
"Willie, stop talking, mom is taking you to escape."
"Escape?"
"Stop talking, okay?"
"Yeah"
Then she started to fiddle with the door again. Willie held the doll and watched blankly. Suddenly, she twitched nose. Although it was very subtle, she still felt the smell of Brother Hammer due to the connection established in the past?
So she walked to the door cautiously, making sure not to disturb her mother. Then she stretched out her little hand and quietly opened the metal door little by little, revealing a slight crack.
When she looked out the door, her eyes suddenly lit up, and then she opened the door completely.
"Mom!"
Hearing her daughter's voice, she turned her head and her eyes almost popped out of her sockets.
“Brother Hammer is here to help us!”
With a flower-like smile on his face, Willy happily pointed at the door, and at the same time, the head of the aberration also appeared outside the door, but it was He was hung on the waist of a white-armored giant stained with purple blood, and at the same time, a hand holding a warhammer reached into the room - (please write about it, don't scold me)
When leader Raghu was thrown onto the cracked stone slab of the cellar, his first move was to kneel down and pray. When he looked up, they were there, the elders of the cult.
They are attached to the surrounding walls, to each other, and even to the ceiling, hooking there with their claws. The angelic blood in them overpowers humans. Their skin is a carapace, showing a purple-black or light blue color. , some have three arms, some have four arms, but they all have a long neck and bloated head, as well as blazing amber eyes, and are decorated with rippled scales on their shoulders and body.
These are the oldest generation in the order, second only to pure-blooded angels in terms of bloodline. Although Raghu is also the first acolyte with third-generation bloodline, he must also be among them. Kneel down in front of you.
"Elders"
The sharp claws of Raghu's third hand drew a shallow mark on the ground, proving his inner anxiety at the moment. "Please forgive me, I have no choice."
"You should hold your troops there"
One of the second-generation hybrids made a vague hiss.
“Yes, of course I want to, but yes, but we are outnumbered, and many of our fortifications were blown up at the beginning, and many relatives and soldiers were buried alive and burned to death. There are too few heavy weapons. The enemies, those huge tin men with war hammers and chain saws, are killing us. Even pure-blooded angels cannot resist. It will be useless if we all die there——"
" Excuse! ”
A hybrid with four arms roared.
"Punishment! Tear it apart!"
Another one also demanded.
"Replace him!"
Ragu lowered his head, knowing that he did not deserve this. He had fought with all his strength. His troops, tens of thousands of relatives, only Only a few thousand people were evacuated from that hell.
But at this time, another voice was deeper, coming from a dark corner, with a vague majesty that surpassed that of a second-generation hybrid.
"It's not Raghu's fault."
The hisses of the hybrids gradually became deeper in this voice. Whether voluntarily or forced, they could not speak when this person spoke. interrupt.
A bishop wearing a gorgeous robe, holding a scepter, and a somewhat aged face walked out of the shadows, followed closely by an acolyte holding a flag.
After the bishop stopped, he stared at Lagu with his eyes with spiritual halo, and said slowly:
"No one can last two hours under such an offensive."
"So we must accept the bitter consequences of the failure of this uprising."
Another, shriller voice There was a sudden sound, and then the second bishop came out. He held a weapon in one hand and a snake-shaped curved sword in the other. His skin and posture looked much younger. Behind him was also a flag-bearing acolyte.
“We must accept failure calmly. If we continue to think that there is hope for persisting, the cult will die in despair. I have received information that the mechanical slave masters have invited invitations from the stars. Those brutal reinforcements are coming, they are giants in armor. If you are really convinced that staying here has failed, you should move as soon as possible, concentrate all your elite forces, escape from the acidic swamps in the south, and go to a more secluded place to wait. An opportunity."
"With our current strength, to carry out a breakout of this scale is equivalent to pushing our patriarch and our holy father into a pit of fire. I cannot accept that Scorch Oven City has not fallen yet. Moreover, the mechanical slave owners are already prepared and vigilant. Do you think there is a possibility for the cult to grow again after the transfer? Unless the world is changed."
The two bishops seemed to be arguing, but they showed no signs of struggle. At the critical moment of the life and death of this order, the invisible spiritual pull could ensure that they knew what was most important.
"Then, there is only the third way left."
At this time, a low grunt sounded, the two bishops quickly stepped aside, and the other mixed-bloods also hurriedly stepped away from the high ground. Chu climbed down and lay on the ground. Lagu even lay on the ground because he knew that he was not even qualified to kneel in front of it.
The patriarch's huge body emerged from the shadows, with a certain humanized anxiety and determination in his vicious eyes. In the end, all the gene stealers received its decision——
The main force retreated underground to preserve their strength, leaving only a few troops to continue conducting guerrilla street fighting in the city!