Chapter 456 Look at my great sword, you say it again?

   "Silly beep!"

   "Ah ah ah!"

Hearing the arrogant male voice echoing throughout the spacecraft, the missionary broke his defenses. He vowed that no one he had known for hundreds of thousands of years, whether it was a forerunner or an ancient human, would not have such a maddening role. .

   "Missionary, come out!"

Fisher's provocation continued. The tweeter was connected to a subwoofer at the moment, and he elaborated on the thousand and eight crimes of the missionary written by Fisher, and the missionary who had already stunned his head directly gave it to the missionary. The Pelican where Fisher was on opened a road and went straight to his position. Even if he went out to find Fisher to kill, he really couldn't afford this person.

  And Fisher triumphantly patted the back of the Sergeant Chief’s chair, and pointed to the opening of the warship’s internal passage in front of him.

   "Look, didn't the other party open all the doors?"

   "But the enemy has come out too!" Cortana said that because of the death of Fisher, the number of Prometheus knights blocking the front has exceeded 100,000, and it is still growing. (The Mantle Death can carry a billion Prometheus Legion)

  "They are just enslaved undead, the plane is handed over to you, I will clear the way!" Fisher opened the hatch directly, then jumped and landed on the top of the Pelican.

   "The war is over!"

  Fisher pushed and pulled his hands, several psionic lightnings seemed to come alive, jumping among countless groups of Prometheus knights, one string was a large piece, rows of Prometheus knights were swallowed by flames.

"My God, John, are you sure they are humans?" Cortana looked silly, and the window of the machine was like fireworks on the New Year. No, it was even more exaggerated than that. The densely packed Prometheus regiment occupies the platform. Fire was directed at the Pelican from the ceiling, and Fisher was like an aircraft carrier in a storm, standing still, the incoming light bomb was either blocked by a shield or eliminated by the storm.

  These Prometheus legions transformed from ancient humans also provided Fisher with a steady stream of strength after death, and every strand of remnant soul turned into fuelwood, nourishing the star torch.

Countless drones and hounds tried to fall from the sky. Fisher urged his psychic energy to directly freeze the time above. The rows of Prometheus legions that fell were like being supported, floating in the sky out of thin air. They couldn't move, and when the Pelican flew over, the hounds swept down again.

  A part of the Prometheus knights tried to fight Fisher in close combat through the jump, but they were cut down by the sword light of Fisher, who ignored the energy before condensing and forming.

"Come on!" Fisher inserted the great sword horizontally back into the magnetic lock on his waist, spreading his hands down, the frantically surging psychic energy gathered in front of him into a storm, and there were still some blurred figures in the storm. Flashing, as the storm spread, countless Prometheus legions disappeared before they approached like mowing grass.

   "I think the Military Intelligence Agency will definitely find a way to get his cells or something else. Maybe it will send dozens of female agents over. Maybe Dr. Halsey still wants to solve him!"

  In the middle of the raging storm, there was an artificial passage. The Pelican was advancing quickly in this passage. There was lightning and thunder outside the window, and Cortana in the cabin was already looking at small stars.

   "So handsome, John, do you think all girls on earth like this?"

   "..." Spartan was silent.

After opening a tunnel for the Pelican with the storm, Fisher went back to the cabin again. Standing outside was handsome and handsome, but it was too noisy. The roar of the dense Prometheus Legion was like the Amazon rainforest at night. There was no peace for a moment, and coupled with the protection of the raging storm, there was no need for Fisher to do anything.

   "What did you do to him?"

  Looking at the disappearance of the blockbuster corps, the missionary thought that Fisher’s power was caused by the think tank director, but the other party just smiled happily.

"I did nothing!"

"I..." The missionary is so angry. The Manifold Survival originally had an invincible artillery. It was omnipotent from star destruction to battleship bombardment, but now most of the firepower has been dismantled by the think tank director, otherwise He wouldn't be so embarrassed.

   "That's your hope, right? Then I will kill him completely today!"

The missionary who gave up the weapon system wore a top armor and turned to look at the cabin door behind him. An orange cloak made of hard light hunted behind him, and then his arm lightly flicked, and the whole cabin instantly became empty. Incomparably, the floor fell piece by piece, revealing the energy core below, and then he opened a light bridge, and then he stood quietly on the light bridge, looking at the black spot approaching in the distance.

   "Just you?" The Pelican flew crookedly, and then a figure fell on the transport plane, it was Fisher, and after he fell, the Pelican automatically fell into the space below and fell into wreckage.

   "Why, do you think you can hit ten?" Fisher twisted his neck and hooked at the opponent, "If you want to beat me, you are still 20,000 years early!"

   "Huh!" The missionary snorted coldly, but his figure flashed behind Fisher in an instant, and the hard sword with orange light pierced the back of Fisher's heart.

   "Duang!"

Fisher did not evade the blow, but relied on the shoulder armor to remove most of the opponent's strength. The moment the light burst from the collision faded, he cut out with his backhand, with the sword of victory. The flame slashed fiercely in the abdomen of the missionary.

   "Boom!"

The two retreated at the same time. Fisher held the big sword back to his waist and ejected his figure. At the same time, he used to hit Varudo, which caused the missionary's movements to stagnate, although this trick was for the missionary. It only had a slight effect, but it was enough for Fisher.

   Jianmang provoked with a bitter wind, and made a hole in the missionary's visor.

  Broken armor pieces and a few drops of energy-like liquid fell, and the missionary stepped back two steps and raised his hand to touch the broken place.

"For so many years, you are the first human to hurt me. You are very strong, so if you surrender, I can transform you into a commander of the Prometheus regiment, and you can also leave a little The tribes are multiplying in designated areas!"

   "Really, but I'm not very interested in the title of commander! And it's not up to you whether humans live or not!"

After all, Fisher tried to attack again, but a hard light suddenly shot out from under his feet, and then created a gravity field, dragged him, and then the missionaries flashed, lightsabers flew, tearing the space in an instant , Fell on Fisher's breastplate.

"too slow!"

  (End of this chapter)