Soon, the angel discovered by a member of the Death Gang was taken back to the Romans' tent.

This is really an angel.

Although he was wearing a loose shirt and jeans, his bloody white wings behind him could not deceive people.

He was injured.

Gunshot wound.

"What bullets can hurt you?"

The Romans looked at the angel covering their abdomen in surprise. The guy's handsome face was filled with pain and weakness.

He looked at the Romans and said:

"Are you the chief here?"

"Me? I'm not."

The Romans, who were so serious about the middle school, said frankly:

"I'm just a mercenary, the real sect will come in a while, but I think you'll be frightened by them. Here's a bunch."

"robot."

The angel smiled weakly, leaning against the chair, covering his bleeding wound, he said:

"Mechanical God, right? We've been following them, earlier than you."

"Can be watched by the eyes from heaven"

The curtains of the tent were pulled up, and Ms. Cumming, wearing a robe and leaning on a mechanical cane, walked into the tent, and the mysterious woman looked at the angel sitting there.

She said:

"Then we are really honored. You are the one who has been monitoring us nearby recently, right? Angel!"

"Ahem."

The angel coughed twice in pain, and the severe injuries in his body made him seem to be speechless. He could only nod in difficulty.

"I originally wanted to ask, what made you abandon your responsibilities and show up before our eyes."

Ms. Jemima Cumming, the mechanical priest, looked at the wound on the angel's abdomen and said:

"Now it seems that you have been plotted against? Why don't you go back to heaven to cure your injuries and run to us?"

"You are at least killing the demons."

Angel said hard:

"This proves that you are not the same as Hell."

He won't speak anymore.

As the Romans and Cumming were watching, the angel gritted his teeth and used a stance of a heroic cut off his wrist, pushing his fingers into the wounds on his abdomen.

Pure and sacred blood fell on the ground drop by drop.

Accompanied by a painful wail, something was picked out of the body by the angel.

He raised his bloody finger and handed the thing to Ms. Cumming, and he said with difficulty:

"I don't know who can trust someone to hunt down our lightning-bearing Balakile, who is dead, it was an ambush, and all his companions died. I am the last one."

“Give it, give it to”

The angel's face was twisted, and he was in great pain, and seemed to have a force to stop him from finishing his last words.

A golden light shone in his eyes and mouth, just like a shining bomb detonating inside his body.

The echoing power of the Romans was shocked, and he turned his head and rushed out of the tent.

But behind him, a golden, water-like light had spread.

"boom"

The terrifying explosion swept through everything in an instant.

Everything placed in the tent was caught in the explosion of energy, and a cloud of tiny golden mushrooms rose in place, knocking the ground out of a large pit.

The heroes from the nearby Zhiji and Death Gang watched this scene blankly.

They rushed toward the direction of the explosion.

But after the smoke of gunpowder dissipated, the people in the tent were safe and sound in the impact pit.

The mechanical priest had silver-white metal arms stretched behind her. In front of her, the blue energy defense matrix was broken, but the thing protected her in the explosion and the Romans behind her.

Unfortunately, the two intelligent weapons that guarded her and several Roman brothers were seriously injured in the explosion.

"Don't touch them!"

Miss Cumming glanced at the weird thing that was still stained with blood in her hands.

She looked back and the Romans were trying to drag their seriously injured brother out of the explosion pit.

But he was stopped by the mechanical priest.

She squatted down, and the robotic arm extending from behind shot out a blue light curtain, scanning the bodies of the seriously injured.

On Ms. Cumming's mainstream glasses lenses, the situation of the injured was listed.

After a moment, she raised her head and said to the Romans:

"Ordinary treatment methods are useless to them. Their internal organs are destroyed and their limbs are also destroyed. But you are lucky that there are methods to cure this injury in the Mechanical Divine Residence."

Ms. Cumming stood up, and the silver-white robotic arm behind her flexibly deflected, overlapping, and was retracted under her robe.

She said slowly like a real clergyman:

"The combination of machinery and flesh will allow them to overcome the difficulties of life and make death unable to take them away."

"But this requires your approval."

She looked at the serious Romans, and then at the heroes who were lying on the ground, dying.

She whispered:

"They can't hold on for too long, you have to make a decision early."

"The fusion of machinery and flesh"

The Romans stopped the noise from the brothers behind him. He raised his head and looked at Cumming, and he said:

"Will they become the same as you after they heal?"

"almost."

Ms. Cumming replied in ambiguously:

"If they are willing to join the Mechanical God Cult, they can also obtain more advanced intelligent prosthetics. And as long as they close their mouths, no one can find that they have been transformed."

"good!"

The Roman gritted his teeth and said:

"First heal and join your church affairs, they need to decide for themselves, and they will talk about it when they wake up!"

"Bang"

Ms. Cumming snapped her fingers.

A few seconds later, several medical intelligent machines flew out of the factory under the push of the thruster.

They used very professional techniques to contain the seriously injured people in a temporary biological cabin, and then took the biological cabin back to the base.

"Wait, Ms. Cumming."

The Romans breathed a sigh of relief as they watched their brothers be sent for treatment.

He turned around and looked at the mechanical priest who turned and left. He felt the urge to ask the answer. This employment, and last night's battle, proved that this time the employment of the Death Gang was not as simple as it seemed.

So he called out Cumming.

The two exchanged their eyes and then left one after another. A few minutes later, the Romans came to Ms. Cumming's office.

After the office door was closed, he was not polite and said straight to the point:

"We saw the battle last night. I don't think you need our help. We saw that powerful cyborg and those advanced intelligent weapons dedicated to combat and massacre!"

The Roman slapped the table and glared at the mechanical priest.

He said:

"What exactly are you hiring us here for when you spend a lot of money?"

The mechanical priest did not answer immediately, and she reached out to take off her hood and showed her face.

Beautiful melon-shaped face and short black hair.

After she took off her weird glasses, she also had brown eyes.

The Romans originally thought that this mysterious woman must have undergone many restructurings like the cyborg last night, but now it seems that she still seems to be a human body.
To be continued...