The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Someone once said that falling into the arms of the gods is a curse.

The soldiers are willing to admit this.

Maybe this is a curse, but it is also a blessing.

In his silent moment, whenever he receives mercy, even for a moment, the soldier will believe that this is the truth that others often forget.

He always looked forward to things they had never had before, but the glory they would never get again.

War Dog, World Eater, Black Blood Reaper, Legion Traitor—

He himself hadn't realized that he had so many names, it was ridiculous.

Everything was bestowed by their father who was cursed 10,000 times and blessed 10,000 times. Although it is now hard to remember what he had done, his heirs—at least he who retains a part of his senses—can still remember.

Suddenly, a familiar feeling of pressure grew behind his eyes, squirming through his head.

He wandered in contemplation for too long, he would pay the price of pain, hunger and thirst must be satisfied, otherwise he would be punished.

The soldiers continued to advance, their armor boots stepped on the stone ground, reverberating continuously.

The enemy fled in front of him, and the ticking sound of the active armor and the hoarse crackling of the blade of the chain saw shocked their ears. The axe in his hand was an object with cruel and **** beauty, and its gear rail was painted. The sacred ointment is often blood.

Blood-

The word was like a potion of acid splashed on his cobweb-like thoughts, and its breath was like the stench of broken flesh and blood.

The warrior kept trembling, looking at the blood stains on the edge of the blade, the anger in his heart suddenly soared-the blood on the axe's chain saw teeth had dried up.

The pain broke out again, the pain behind the eyes was the same as the blade, and it did not disappear this time.

The blood has dried up, and the battle axe has been waiting for a long time to kill.

The next moment, the roar released the pressure, and the soldiers began to rush.

"Blood sacrifice to the blood god!"

The next deceased was a soldier.

When death came, he stained the soldier's eyepiece with a broken rifle, and at the same time the moist dirt in his abdomen poured down his legs.

The warrior smashed the ripped human against the wall, smashed it to pieces with another impact, and then used his dagger to cut down the head of the dying man.

The blood stained his hand armor. He held the harvest and turned it in his hands, seeing the looming skull through the pale skin.

He imagined peeling it off, cutting off the pale skin first, and carving jagged fleshy flesh that showed veins on the bones, the eyes would be pulled out of the eye sockets, and the brain would be washed with acidic cleansing fluid.

The soldier can clearly depict this scene, because this is a ritual he has done countless times.

"The Skull Offering Skull Seat—"

The pain began to subside.

Everything returned peacefully, and the hunter heard the voices of the brothers.

As usual, the roar interrupted everything.

The soldiers slowed down and tried to recognize their words. Like him, they were hunting. This was what he recognized from the hum of them in the distance.

His name-they called it again and again.

"Benoit!"

"brother?"

He said to the communicator, his voice was low and moist.

"Look ahead of you!"

"I…"

The warrior stopped, let go of his hand and lowered his skull, and the axe hung down beside it.

A fragment of a broken protective wall spread before his eyes, and he saw a huge gate entwined with chains, extending to a high place, but now it was pouring onto the ground with smoke.

The shells smashed a wall and threw the semi-melted wreck on the ground. Flames burned in the wreckage.

Similarly, there are dead bodies here.

The raiders squad marched in front of him, shooting in the smoke.

The berserker Benoit followed, forcing his mind into a calm mode.

As always, this behavior made him feel sick.

Suddenly, something hit Benoit's shoulder, then his chest, and exploded.

He staggered, his head filled with sharp whimpers, and his armor made a noise.

Part of the system failed, and he could only hear his breathing in the dark.

But he could feel blood, thick blood, rolling down from the inside of his right arm.

Soon, the voice filled his ears, and the hustle and bustle of the battle returned.

Somewhere beside him, a warrior covered in blood was howling, and then a flame flew out of the gunpowder smoke, melting the man's upper body and armor together, it was a familiar tooth-shaped explosion.

Hot Melt-

His tactical eyepieces restarted, gunfire flickered frequently in his sight, and the damage icons glowed blood in the corners of his vision.

The battlefield gradually became clear in his eyes. A long building stretched out in front of him. The copper plating covered the walls stained with patina. Twenty looters of the hunting group and their slave beasts were facing the towering building. The door advances.

With a family badge on it, it is a stronghold that is easy to defend and difficult to attack.

Flames spread around their silhouettes, and in the distance, the muzzle of a blaster gun spouted flames.

Under Benoit's gaze, a cluster of bullets hit one of the looters.

The warrior fell, his breastplate cracked, and blood churned into the air.

"Master! The enemy's firepower is too fierce! We, we—"

A slave cried lowly beside him.

Weakness is always weak.

The soldier's lips and teeth peeled off, and a wet smile appeared, then the mechanical sharp teeth bit the flesh, and the last cry left from the screaming mouth.

"Kill!"

Benoit let out a howl and jumped forward.

The explosion followed in his footsteps, but he did not slow down.

When he moved, he murmured thousands of petitions to God, and in the past countless battles, God has never refused.

The same is true now.

A warrior in silver-gray armor crouched behind a remnant wall, still firing as the warrior charged.

The bullet split Benoit's chest with the spray of flesh and armor, but he didn't stop at all.

While the star warrior was still firing, Benoit jumped over the remnant wall and slashed down.

In the violent impact, the star warrior stepped aside, and the sharp teeth of the chain saw ejected sparks on the deck.

The blood ran down from Benoit, and he stretched out his hand to pull off his helmet. The face under the helmet was hideous and terrifying, and nerve implants spread across his forehead like vines.

The silver-gray armored soldier stepped back slowly, put down the blaster, and drew a blade from his waist.

Benoit laughed loudly and raised his battle axe as a tribute to his opponent.

Then the two fighters rushed toward each other at the same time. UU reading www. uukanshu.com

After several strikes, Benoit hacked the battle axe into the opponent's breastplate, and then pushed forward violently until the sharp teeth chewed through the warrior's chest.

Just as he was about to behead his head, a beam of laser hit Benoit from the side.

Benoit staggered back, the skin on his face dripping on the ground like oil.

"The performance of a coward."

The soldier spoke with a long voice, and then turned his head almost unrecognizable.

A soldier holding a pistol stood twenty meters away from his right hand, and his brothers—just let’s do this, have all fallen to the ground.

"This is the emperor's punishment."

Emperor—

The word caused the pain to spread from Benoit's temple, and a sense of oppression penetrated deeply into the center of the head.