Chapter 118 I Want to Be a Good Person

Hermaphrodite of Hades Butcher.

Ryder still remembers every bit of hunting the dangerous sewer monster with Domicilon.

This was the first pot of gold they earned after passing the gang trial, and it was also the beginning of their becoming the largest gang in Hades in the future.

Ryder looked at the crudely made injection with a photo of him and Domicilon stuck on it.

"I'm sorry." He used his remaining hand to inject the injection into his neck vein.

Ryder lay there silently waiting for the effect of Hades Butcher's hormone.

He felt his eyes were bloodshot, his vision was red, the pain in his shoulder disappeared, and he felt that his whole body had become much stronger.

Grabbing the big iron rod, Ryder pulled it out expressionlessly, leaving a bowl-sized wound.

But then the black mucus secreted around the wound filled the gap in the wound, and Ryder stood up, holding the iron rod that was half his height and rushed towards the four rock giants.

"Sir?" The soldiers saw Reid standing up again, and watched him use the big iron rod in his hand to beat the other four big orcs.

"Don't ask so many questions, go help the political commissar." Reid said reluctantly, and he felt that his throat was beginning to be blocked by the black mucus secreted.

"Wow! This shrimp! For the sake of listening to the song, please be gentle!"

"Yes, yes! We haven't asked you for tickets yet!"

These orcs spoke Low Gothic, and it was quite standard. Maybe they had also composed a lot of songs in Low Gothic privately.

Thinking of this, Reid suddenly realized what was going on with some records that he could always find on the battlefield that couldn't play songs.

"Give me back the tickets! Tickets! I'll blast you away! Blow you away!"

Reid angrily chased those big rock guys with his iron rod, deforming the mixture of their weapons and instruments, and smashing their heads in their painful eyes.

It was a heavenly sound.

A series of lasers shot at Xiedangjia, making him feel stinging and irritated. He silently adjusted the output frequency of the speakers, and swung his arm to knock Yarrick back with a stick.

Xiedangjia roared at the soldiers, "Waaagh!" The roar, which was blessed by the speakers behind him, was like a sonic weapon, and the entire music hall was vibrating. The soldiers who faced the sound waves had their eardrums broken, their eyeballs congested, and their internal organs were injured and nauseous, and they fell to the ground and vomited.

Xiedangjia also noticed that the shrimp who was knocked down by his stick stood up again, and pressed down other rock big guys to beat them. Two big guys had their heads smashed.

"Ah! You damn shrimp! Where can I form a band if you kill them!" Xiedangjia rushed over and tried to save the other rock big guys.

"Get out of here!" The two big iron bars hit each other, and Reid flew out, while Cut Dangjia took a half step back. The two big rock guys saw that they could survive, so they ran away in a hurry.

Cut Dangjia looked at them with disdain: "I'll deal with you losers later."

Political Commissar Yarrick stood with Reid. He looked at the broken wound on Reid's body, from which black mucus slowly flowed out, but he didn't plan to ask anything.

"Can you still fight?"

"Yes."

The two rushed out at the same time, rushing towards Cut Dangjia.

Another huge wave of sound came, and Yarrick and Reid rushed over despite the discomfort, and the power claws and the big iron bars attacked at the same time, one on the left and one on the right.

Quickly judging the intensity of the attack, Cut Dangjia took a hard hit from Reid's iron bar, and waved the iron bar with one hand to block the lower part of Yarrick's power claws, where there was no decomposition position.

The other fist hit Yarrick's chest.

Spitting out a mouthful of blood, Yarick's political commissar's chest armor was hit by the iron fist of the knife, leaving a dent in the fist mark. His ribs were broken, his lungs were mixed with bone fragments, and his internal organs were damaged by the impact.

Reid swung the iron rod for the second time, but was caught by the big hand of the knife.

"Hehehe, this is made of iron, you can't break it." The fists of the knife had been modified long ago. These metal fists were just covered with an orc's skin, and the internal structure had long been replaced with pure machinery.

Such a mechanical arm can make him faster and more powerful when playing, and can also ensure that his fingers will not be cut by those sharp electric guitar strings.

Raising the stick high and swinging it towards Reid, a louder bone cracking sound came, Reid flew high, mixed with the fragments of the armor on his body and fell to the ground, spitting blood in large mouthfuls.

Yarick looked at Reid, the trembling veterans lying on the ground, and the orc boss standing more than ten meters away.

He forced himself to stand up, and the struggle made him spit out several mouthfuls of blood mixed with bones and internal organs.

"You shrimps, tut tut tut, I'm very angry." While holding the stick, Xiaodangjia approached, he wanted to smash the heads of these annoying guys.

But he heard some strange rumbling sounds, which he had never heard before, so he raised his head and felt it carefully.

A huge airdrop pod crashed into the concert hall, hitting Xiaodangjia who was standing there thinking. In the impact, he was crushed into a meat pie and stuck to the broken floor.

"This is... This is reinforcement?" Yarrick asked in a dreamy voice. He saw the paint of the Imperial Army above, but he clearly did not remove the last anti-aircraft position, and did not put down the positioning coordinates. How could it be

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The sound of mechanical limbs moving came, and a huge figure appeared from the door at the other end, with two orc corpses hanging on the mechanical arms.

It was exactly the two rock giants who had just escaped.

"Sage Chaos"

"Thank you for attracting their attention, which gave me the opportunity to destroy their artillery and set up beacons."

Yarrick breathed a sigh of relief and walked to Reid, who was lying in the ruins with an unknown life or death.

Reid's chest had exploded, and the black mucus was not enough to repair such a wound, but he still had a breath and looked at Commissar Yarrick beside him.

"Am I a good soldier?"

"Yes, you are."

"Really? I have done a lot of bad things. I want to be a good person. Will the Emperor forgive me?"

Ryder's intermittent voice came, and there was no logic in what he said. He just said whatever he thought of.

Yarrick looked at Ryder calmly and answered him seriously: "The Emperor will forgive you."

"Really?"

"The Imperial Commissar never lies."

As if he had received a satisfactory answer, Ryder's struggle to get up stopped. He opened his eyes and looked at the big hole smashed by the airdrop chamber.

"Ahem, do you want to collect his bones?"

Commissar Yarrick was interrupted by a voice. He turned around and saw a captain wearing the armor of a Star Army soldier and a full protective helmet standing behind him.

"No, Captain. No one is special." Commissar Yarrick rejected the good intention of the Astra Militarum captain, reached out and took off Ryder's dog tag, "I can't, and neither can he."

He felt carefully and found the small cloth bag in Ryder's pocket and put it in his arms.

Yarrick wanted to close Ryder's eyes with his hands, but when he put his hand on him, he looked back at the direction Ryder was looking at.

The warm sunlight from the hole in the ceiling, Yarrick hadn't seen the sunlight for a long time.

After thinking about it, he retracted his hand.

Leaving Ryder's body staring at the golden sunlight with his eyes open.

Precious scene of the battle between the Iron Legion and the Orcs