Chapter 1861 (1/2)

Eifferard's power armor is slightly damaged, but as one of the nun's sacred items, the ancient armor still provides good defense and power gain.

The landing process of the two people is not very slow, because some flying boys always want to come and hit them and grind them into mud with their propellers.

Yes, for the flying boy, the propeller is also two machetes, and the helicopter can be used for hand to hand combat.

With his excellent physical fitness, Su Ming can replace the engine to a certain extent. However, because he has no tail rudder, it is not a problem to pull the air by two legs. His steering ability is still a little poor. He ”abandons the aircraft” at a height of 10 meters from the ground between swinging left and right.

In short, he threw the propeller in his hand like a huge sword in his hand. The blade made of broken iron sheet was extremely sharp. He bounced back and forth in the helicopter group chasing them, and successfully set off a string of fireworks in the sky.

The only difference between them is that the nun splashed a large amount of rotten soil, while the death knell landed quietly.

The current position is next to the relay station, behind the space wolf front, if they have such a saying.

In fact, they've been completely in touch with the green army waaaagh! Together, it is like a piece of white spray in the green sea, the sound of the chain saw sword becomes a piece, all kinds of limbs and broken arms fly around.

Some of the enemies, and some of their own, were so happy that no one noticed the two men landing behind them.

But generally speaking, Su Ming and the nun were basically dead green skins after they cut them all the way. All kinds of miscellaneous weapons were scattered on the ground. There was also a squeak in the sigo jar of the fart spirit.

”Let's kill the enemy, too?” The fighting nun was eager to try. Her eyes looked at those brave star soldiers, as if the blood in her heart was ignited.

”With whom?” Su Ming picked up the cricket jar and tossed the minced meat. He lifted the lid and looked inside. A zizishiguge shrank in one corner. He closed the lid and put it back: ”look, the dark angel is coming.”

Yes, after the dark green airdrop pods that had landed on the other side of the tower opened, the heavily armed WWI regiment also began harvesting green skins. They had a large number of heavy blaster guns, and also brought a starfighter strike team. At the front of them was a combat priest in terminal armor and a skull faced helmet.

When the hawk axe in his hand was waving, there were always several orcs flying out of his belly, and he was still shouting the maxim of praising the lion king to boost his morale.

However, there was a certain distance between the two regiments. There was no confluence at all. It was like killing each other in that way, as if in a competition.

Aferar turned his back to the sky before, and did not see the dark angel landing. At this time, he also showed a headache. Because of the bad relationship between the two battle groups, the mode of their getting along with each other was very strange.

The intention of fighting is obvious, and no matter which side they join, they will be hostile to the other side.

”What about that? We can't do it, can we? It's not an honor. ” Her sense of mission calls on her to kill the enemy, but it is obviously not smart to intervene in the dispute between the two battle groups while carrying a secret.

She recognized the fighting power of the genetic protoplasm around her, and was fully capable of fighting with the gods of the earth, and even brought them advantages and won the competition.

And that means injustice, and it's also a source of hostility.

”We will do it ourselves, and no one will join us. In this battle to clean up the green skin around the relay station, I will beat all of them.” Su Ming takes out a sledgehammer from his pocket and rubs it on the green skin on the ground.

He took out the hammer out of thin air. The nun did not see it. She deliberately turned her head to see the direction of the enemy.