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Volume 1 Chapter 341 Ghost Mecha (1)

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    Chapter 341 Ghost Mecha (1)

    Groups of soldiers poured into the narrow corridor, like warriors rushing to die.  And the open entrance was like the entrance to hell. Everyone who entered disappeared silently and was never seen again.  A strong smell of blood emanated from the corridor below the entrance where the wounded were piled.

    A monk with blood-stained robes appeared, "Elder, the underground tunnel is filled with corpses."

    "Fever!" Robert's face showed a cold look.

    Standing next to Robert was a middle-aged man wearing gorgeous golden armor and a dark red cloak behind him. Hearing Robert's cold shout, the man's face showed an inexplicable smile, "Elder Robert  , It¡¯s really bold to kill.¡±

    "Compared with Ser Darry's bravery, I am nothing." A few false and polite smiles appeared on Robert's cold face.

    Sir Darry Abbas, leader of the Knights of the Temple, Abbas's uncle.  Incidentally, Abbas breathed his last an hour ago, minutes before his uncle arrived.  Four temple monks have been responsible for guarding him.  His death may be related to the fact that the temple monks did not take any treatment measures, but the coincidental time of death still makes people extremely suspicious.

    There were eight warriors standing behind Darry. Hearing Robert's answer, one of them couldn't help but let out a groan.

    "Ser Darry," Robert glanced at the young man who groaned, "Is this also your colleague?" Robert pretended to be surprised and said, "Otherwise, a lord sergeant and an elder  How can anyone dare to interrupt during a conversation?¡±

    Darry¡¯s eyes flashed, Robert¡¯s performance today was a bit abnormal!  There is so much excitement in the words!  This was very different from his usual good-guy amiability.  Could it be that he wanted to scare everyone away?  Thinking of this, Darry smiled and said, "I was so lax in my duties that I made Elder Robert laugh. However, I can't blame him entirely." Darry pointed to the body on the ground that was covered with the Crusader flag of the Knights of the Temple.  "He is Abbas' biological brother. Seeing his brother die on the battlefield will inevitably lead to some emotional upset. I believe that with Elder Robert's magnanimity, he will not argue with him. But Elder Robert actually knows how to command military affairs.  , but it was an eye-opener for us, but the casualties were a bit high." Darry smiled coldly and responded with something in mind.

    The smile on Robert's face immediately solidified. There were ten temple knights gathered here at this moment.  He, a temple elder, kept sending warriors with supernatural powers to die, which really made many people criticize him.  "Sir Darry, what do you mean? It seems that you did not receive any notice from the temple when you came here. Strictly speaking, you are leaving your post without permission. Your defense zone does not seem to be here!"

    Darry is only the leader of the Temple Knights in name, but he is in charge of three knights at the same time. He also has a noble title, which means he has much more power than the general leader of the knights.  Moreover, this man was the leader of this generation of the Abbasid family, and Robert was really unwilling to antagonize him unless necessary.  But there was a mecha that could move freely in the underground tunnel. Strictly speaking, Abbas's death was inseparable from the wrong message he conveyed.

    "Haha, joke, joke. Elder Robert doesn't have to be so serious. Besides, when I came today, I didn't bring my knights, only a few subordinates. I believe that even if the temple knew about this, they would not blame anyone.  The person who just lost his nephew. There is not much blood left in the Abbas family. For the sake of the supreme God, our Abbas family is willing to shed the last drop of blood!" There was a touch of sadness on Darry's face, and there was a look in the corner of his eye.  A hint of cold murderous intent,

    "The trapped beasts lingering underground are your enemies, Sir Sir."

    "I understand, Elder Robert. The Abbas family will not let go of any enemy, including those who refuse to save them."

    A chill ran from Robert's back to the bottom of his heart, and he understood that this was what Darry was feeling.  If there wasn't that mecha, he naturally wouldn't mind using magic to save Abbas. After all, no matter what kind of conflicts there are between the Presbyterian Church and the Knights, one more friend is better than one more enemy!  But he could not, and all of Abbas's knights died, and he himself suffered fatal injuries.  Who can guarantee that he will not put all the blame on himself?  He couldn't take the risk.

    Robert glanced at Darry coldly, "I still have something to do, so I won't accompany Sir Sir." After saying that, he stood up and walked away.  Looking at Robert's figure gradually disappearing into the dim twilight, Darry looked thoughtful. What was Robert hiding?  Could it be that Abbas's death was really related to him?

    "Elder Robert, what are you waiting for?" Robert and Darry dispersed unhappily back to the command post at the entrance of the corridor, and were stopped by Yang Haojun with a displeased look on his face.  "My fleet in space has been waitingOften, just one salvo can make Yi Lexiang and Mi Zhiqing disappear into thin air.  What¡¯s the point of using human lives to fill it in such a vain way?  "

    Robert sighed, of course he also expected to let the space fleet's artillery fire destroy this place.  In this case, all worries will disappear. The problem is that the Presbyterian Church does not agree to do this.  "General Yang, the Presbyterian Council does not agree, and there is nothing I can do about it. The Presbyterian Council hopes to get those mechas with amazing combat power."

    Yang Haojun looked at Robert speechlessly with a troubled look on his face!  Apart from being greedy, he really had no other words to describe these rotten bastards.  Yang Haojun pursed his lips a few times, but finally said nothing.  They will eventually pay the price for their shortsightedness¡ª¡ª

    The fire attribute warriors of the Divine Alliance kept throwing exploding fireballs into the corridor. The burning corpse grease made a squeaking sound. The corridor was filled with a fishy stench, and semi-solidified plasma flowed down the sloping corridor.  It's also mixed with burning body oils.  The people from the Shenmen League turned off the air replacement device, and the wind warriors used secret techniques to block the entrance. The suffocating stench filled the entire corridor.  The secret society's supernatural warriors had a slightly better time, as the air cover could filter the stench in the air to some extent.  The Charno soldiers who had lost their mechas could only tear off their clothes and cover their mouths and noses, with tears in their eyes and coughs.  The silver-gray ceiling above the head has been smoked black, and patches of black ashes are constantly falling down. It makes people sick to think that these black colors are the product of a mixture of grease and ashes after burning human bodies.

    No one here can feel the radiance of divine mercy, as if this is a forgotten country.  Or, here, it has been given to the devil by the superior gods.  Yi Lexiang felt a deep sense of fatigue invading his body, and he had to rely on a strong will to keep himself awake.  Chen Yatian and Xin Qiang gathered around him worriedly, with fire burning in the depths of their eyes.  Is this the first time that they have helplessly watched the general fight alone?  Without the mecha, they are worse than those secret society warriors.

    The seemingly endless attacks of the Shenmen finally stopped temporarily, not because they were tired, but because their corpses were piled up in the corridor and they could no longer accommodate their attack formation.  Even so, they were unwilling to let the people in the corridor have a moment of peace. The stench and burning human fat turned the place into a world filled with ghosts and ghosts.  The tall mechas had long been knocked down so that people wouldn't have to stand on the blood-stained ground.  Doing this will make people feel better.  Not far away, a young secret warrior, supported by two older comrades, stood on the edge of the mecha and vomited violently; on the other side of the row of mechas, several wind-type warriors  The supernatural warriors are trying their best to use their remaining mental power to dispel the stench that permeates the air for the wounded. Otherwise, it may not take long for the corpse odor to take their lives.

    Yi Lexiang tried his best to calm down the surging blood in his chest and abdomen, and tried his best to recover the excessive physical energy.  Eight hours have passed since the defeat of the Temple Knights.  During these eight hours, at least 10,000 to 20,000 supernatural warriors poured into the underground tunnel through the narrow entrance.  Most of them are now covered in floating ash and grease running down the walls.  The thousands of secret society warriors brought by Zuo Ma have also been exhausted, and less than a thousand are still holding on to the defense line. However, they are still at the end of their strength, and they are no longer able to sustain either physical or mental strength.

    The cool breeze blowing from the end of the corridor gradually dissipated the permeating stench, and the depressed spirits of the people who were confused by the smoke were slightly shaken.  Yi Lexiang opened his eyes and looked at the darkness in the distance. A new round of attacks by the Shenmen people was about to begin again.  He stood up and looked around, and what he saw were gloomy and miserable faces. Some secret society soldiers tried hard to stand up and make a posture to respond to the enemy, but their bodies were swaying feebly, as if they were swaying at any time.  Extinguished candle flame.  The familiar sound of footsteps came from afar, and a touch of golden color appeared in the dim light, which completely defeated the soldiers' last will to resist.  This is an Order of Temple Knights!

    Yi Lexiang walked slowly towards his mecha. His footsteps gave people a soft feeling when he stepped on the stagnant blood, making a squeaking sound.  A few desperate eyes looked at him. Under the dim light scattered by the bio-lamp, a slow figure dragged a long slanted shadow on the wall, with a look of arrogance and determination on that young face.  The last moment has finally arrived. The God of Death seems to be hiding in the swaying shadows and staring at everyone, grinning greedily with his mouth wide open. Many secret warriors are whispering mysterious prayer songs, and the leisurely melody stretches in the corridor.  echo.

    Yi Lexiang jumped on the mecha, took a deep look at his soldiers, and closed the cockpit lid.

    "Gather!" Xin Qiang shouted at the top of his lungs, and groups of soldiers quickly formed a neat formation.
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