The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Subspace has changed the posture of all the lives that have lived in it for a long time, and unearthed their secrets from the depths of their souls, engraving these secrets on the flesh and blood.

If a pilot melts into the console of a fighter plane, this is by no means a terrible curse or a god’s hoax. While enduring great pain, the pilot’s reaction power and sixth sense will be greatly enhanced. Ascension, every killing in the void will bring him greater pleasure.

The weapons became an extension of the fighter's body, reflecting their status in his mind.

This is the simplest truth of the subspace: all sinners are well known, every secret in everyone's heart, every drop of desire is engraved on the body.

All these subspaces have been planned for a long time, and it has endless ideas for everyone.

Galmozejie was very good at taking advantage of these changes on the spot. Therefore, in the waves where reality and illusion collided, Heart of Hatred accurately crossed the imperial fleet's blockade and entered the orbit of the arrogant star in a concealed posture.

There are thousands of people working in its bridge, and most of them, either through some intelligent enhancement technology, or the "natural" fusion of flesh and blood and machinery due to mutation, have been connected to their workbenches.

A huge crystal screen completely occupies the wall on the front of the bridge, showing the ever-changing world that was issued.

After passing through the angry storm, Garmo Zejie can finally relax his nervous nerves. After all, on the way here, countless dead souls and demons that feed on them have gathered in the storm. These etheric creatures are constantly scratching the ship. On the hull of the ship, the wandering spirits were scorched by the subspace tide and cried out miserably, while the crazy demons roared in the feast.

"Turn off the engine and all unnecessary systems in half an hour."

Garmo Zejie said to the non-commissioned officer who was temporarily in charge of the bridge command.

"Without a last resort, always keep the radio silent."

"clear."

After explaining the matter, Garmo Zejie took a few of his followers to take the elevator outside the bridge.

To go to the flight deck, they must pass the middle deck.

After going deep into the battleship, Hate Heart became less like a ship, but more like a slum.

The huge mechanical system is crumbling, and the operators are dressed in rags. When the Chaos Space Warriors pass by them, the slaves will bow, some will cry, and others will tremble like maggots under the light. They all know it is best not to fight. Speak to your own master.

Although Garmo Zejie did not hate these slaves, the strong smell made him unwilling to stay with them for a long time. These people would end their meaningless lives in the dark and serve a master who could never be reached for life. A war they cannot understand.

These cabins even sometimes have plagues. Most of the slaves are replaced by cheap labor. This is the case for almost all warships belonging to Chaos Interstellar Warriors. Therefore, every time they attack the world of the Empire, they will go to make up for the death. Slave loss.

Soon, they entered a technical secondary school hall, which was full of mechanical slaves and mechanical teaching believers, all of whom were busy operating various devices.

The machine is fixed in the groove of the floor, connected to the surrounding cabin and the wall through the extended cable, here is an energy heart of Hate Heart: those intertwined cables and plugs are its blood vessels, and its muscles are It is made up of aging generators and rusty engines.

When Galmozeje passed by, the busy machine servants turned a blind eye to him, and the heretical mechanical cultists who monitored them bowed in tribute like the human crew.

This is meaningless to Gal Mozejie, and he has never cared about these mortals. However, the mechanical priest is different from those slave laborers who have never seen the sun for life. Their responsibilities are far more important than bowing down. Therefore, Gar Mozejie Allow them to work undisturbed, or politely ignore his presence.

Above the pilots and cultists stood several armed pilots. Each cabin was occupied by a heavy armed pilot. They stood lifelessly, their heads hung down and their weapons locked.

The gate leading to the flight deck is composed of multiple isolation gates. When Astar and the others passed through the arches, the automatic turret began to resume operation, creaking out of the wall and aiming at the intruder.

Galmozejie put a hand on the huge carving of the cabin door-his palm must be placed in a specific position on the left side of the statue, and then sent a wave of thoughts into the cabin.

"I am coming."

With an irregular sound of collision and friction, the first group of seven bolts slowly opened.

As the hatch opened, he could see a Thunder Eagle already parked on the flight deck, and the heavily armed Tubek was already standing by the ramp waiting.

"I have been waiting for you for a long time."

"Sorry, arrange something, we will start now."

Afterwards, a few inconspicuous dim spots of light sprinkled from the orbital shadow of the Displeased Star, and went straight to Attica, the nest that had been ravaged by the orbital bombing——

Garmo Zejie sat on the other side of the cabin, bowed his head and closed his eyes, the surrounding air vibrated with his silent prayer.

Afterwards, he felt Stormbird slow down and raised his head and opened his eyes.

The gunboat machine lowered its landing gear and docked on the deck. The fuselage trembled. Gal Mozejie stood up first, and the surrounding soldiers also stood up neatly.

Amid the friction, the gunboat lowered the front landing pedal, and Tubek glanced out.

"It's here."

The cabin door opened wide, and Garmo Zejie left the cabin and stepped into a light.

Tubek was five steps behind Garmo Zejie, pausing his scepter as he walked, and other members of the war gang and scarlet letters followed behind him.

Except for this ancient storm bird, there are no other vehicles here.

This place is a huge hall located underground. The edge is hidden in the darkness. Some fighters in black armor stand on the edge of the hall. The black legion and the signs of chaos shine brightly on their armor. The banner above the head is made of gold, silver, The three colors of copper are woven into the eternally staring eyes of Horus on a black background.

Standing behind the star warrior are thousands of human soldiers~www.wuxiaspot.com~ their faces are covered by darkness.

Seeing the welcome ceremony of the Black Legion, Garmo Zejie stopped and bowed his head in salute for a second.

"My dear, Garmo Zejie, the messenger of the Black Heart King, thank you very much for your assistance."

The three lords stood loosely in front and waited. All of Garmo Zejie’s knowledge of them was based on appearance and reputation: Harken the World Reaver, with an arrogant posture, the whole person was gloomyly wrapped in obsidian-like raptor armor. middle.

Harken the World Reaver is the raptor lord of the Black Legion. He commands a large Chaos Raptor detachment in the Legion. His subordinates will sow the seeds of chaos and fear before the arrival of the main fleet. Later, Harken will turn the target to the enemy's command center and supply center, and will not hesitate to slaughter the entire planet's people to destroy the will of the world, making it easier for Abaddon to conquer.

In addition to these military positions, Haken is also known as the messenger of the apocalypse or the announcer of Abaddon’s reign. As Abaddon’s mouthpiece proclaiming the will of the war commander, he personally experienced great joy in this position, often A spear is inserted on the surface of the planet and is given a countdown timer to announce the death of this world. (The origin of 80 days brother)