The Emperor’s Angel of Death

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"Damn!"

Ciel immediately realized that they were under a psionic attack, and felt the alien mind creep into his own mind, penetrating the walls of discipline and hypnotic training, and groping for the deepest core of humanity.

The nearly forgotten memories of a long time ago had been unearthed, and he hated them, though they were only broken fragments, but they clashed with his sense of mission as a son of the void.

Flashbacks of past lives, a sandbar and clear ocean, the laughter of a certain woman, invaded his will, and this was all that a certain boy had been before the void came for him.

More memories swept over him, swept up against him by inhuman wills—he felt the heat of the weapon that had nearly taken his life, remembered the dark thoughts that had nearly taken over his mind at the trough.

His consciousness twisted and struggled in the claws of the enemy, and those memories became more and more strange and inhuman.

He heard the uncoordinated music of the will of the worm nest, and the music washed over his mind, taking away the consciousness that belonged to him, leaving only the only purpose - devouring.

These thoughts do not belong to him, but to his enemies.

He learned from his encounters with the Tyranids that although their most common weapons are claws, poison, and acid, some of them can use their minds to attack their opponents.

But there is something else in it.

Even under this excruciating pain, Ciel sensed... a flaw in that ruthless hunger.

An emotion that does not desire biomass, but desires something else, like human emotion.

No matter what it is, it is a weakness, and he knows to take advantage of any weakness of the enemy, but he has no psionic talent to interfere with this weakness, and can only rely on his anti-psionic-trained will to resist.

until a slight cough.

With that movement, anger gave way to icy cold, like a predator swimming in the depths of consciousness, gliding through the darkness with joy, then jumping up, opening its **** mouth and slamming into someone who entered. Daredevil of the waters.

Ciel felt an anger that was both animal and human, with a touch of grief, or madness, in it.

Then came a startled roar in reality, and then the claws gripping his consciousness began to loosen.

The fog that enveloped his consciousness gradually dissipated, and Ciel saw the savage figure of the Genestealer rushing towards them. He gritted his teeth and endured the pain in his head, raising his bolter and firing forward.

A gene stealer's head was instantly blown into a red mist.

This gunshot sounded like some kind of signal, and the soldiers of the company also got rid of their shackles and started shooting instinctively.

The dark cabin was suddenly lit by the flames of the bolt guns, and the aliens fell one by one, but there were obviously more aliens behind them, maybe thousands or not.

However, Ciel stopped the fire and turned his head to see the man walking out of the darkness.

Kawaji, Pale Wanderer, Think Tank Curator, the oldest in the Chapter (conservatively estimated to be 6000 years old, because the official statement is that he was "directly assigned by the Forsaken to care for the Chapter, and is the only remaining third generation of the Chapter"). Warrior", and the Pale Wanderer was the name of the Raven Guard before the return of the Primarch), and his power armor was even more impressive than the charr's—it was dark blue on the bottom, with wires running from the boots to the neck. Psionic hood, engraved with dense swirling totems of exile, a pair of heavy shell-carved shark teeth hanging from the throat guard, more old magic charms dangling from the gauntlet, and in his right metal glove clutched A bone-carved rod of strength, the head decorated with a shark mouth containing a sea-green gemstone that shimmered in the shimmering light.

The think tank curator was not wearing a helmet, and his head was largely obscured by a psionic hood, revealing only unnatural eyes and a disturbingly colored, mostly corpse-white, wrinkled face.

The think tank curator also had some sort of rough, dark-grey tinea pedis on the skin around his eyes, chin and neck, forming a sort of scaly structure.

This is a disease of the Sharks in ancient times, and the symptoms worsen over time, usually in the elderly.

And beside the ancient think tank curator, there was a young apprentice named Skell.

It was one of the "trophies" they had snatched from the Midnight Lord, and in the end he survived the operation as the Pale Wanderer had expected and became a true Astarte.

Now he has completely lost the traces of his childhood, his skin has turned gray, his eyes are as black as ink, his head has been shaved an inch, his face is covered with indigo tattoos, and he is wearing a hooded power armor.

Apprentice Skell's eyes flickered with faint psionic fluorescence, which was a sign that he had not yet completely controlled his power, but the pale wanderer had chosen him as his heir.

In a few years, this young man will inherit all the equipment of his mentor, so he must follow his mentor all the time, and learn all the skills to be learned before the mentor is completely weakened.

"You came just in time."

The pain in his head began to ease, and Ciel greeted the pale wanderer, then turned around and continued to scan the darkness behind the alien figures, trying to find their commander.

It was hiding somewhere nearby, disturbing their minds, trying to make them powerless.

Soon, the chief predator locked a figure hiding behind a statue.

It was a hivemaster, and bigger than any hivemaster he had seen before—just twice as big.

"What a big nest owner, this thing smells of pollution."

The pale wanderer also saw the giant beast, and was keenly aware of the strangeness on the other side.

"I felt it when I first came into contact with its spirit. Its thinking is different from that of most Zerg. I am very suspicious-"

Before Kawaji's opinion was finished, Ciel's eyes met the alien's red eyes again, and he felt the alien's ugly thinking reappeared in his consciousness.

Afterwards, he used every ounce of his willpower and anti-psionic training to block this psionic attack. Last time he was sneak attacked by the enemy, but not this time.

Then he raised the gun, and suddenly felt another pain, like acid erosion.

Ciel ignored the pain and pulled the trigger at the target.

The monster stood up and spread its four arms, as if making an invitation, and Ciel could even feel a hint of pleasure from the guy.

After that, it disappeared and the lock light on the aiming aid stopped flashing.

Charles couldn't help cursing.

"That guy didn't escape, it just disappeared!"

The pale wanderer frowned slightly, both dissatisfied with the recklessness of the chief predator, and confused by the strange behavior of the alien.

"Teleportation? This Zerg actually uses psionic energy to teleport? Incredible..."

"It's another psychic trick!"

Charles growled angrily.

"No matter where it is, it's definitely not far from here!"

He could feel that the consciousness of that thing was still in his mind, hiding in the depths of his subconscious. It was as if he wanted to communicate with himself, not with words, but with feelings.

Although its first attack was blocked, the duel between them was not over.

"Company Master, left!"

Todor suddenly shouted, drawing Ciel's attention back.

He turned around and saw a daggering Genestealer charging at him. UU reading www.uukanshu. com

With a wave of the chief predator's arm, he directly used the battle axe to knock the gene-stealer's remnant to the side, and then strode towards the position where the nest owner had just appeared.

If he can find and kill it, the operation is half done.

If not, at least he needs to know where the other's lair is.

Then he opened the communication channel:

"Todor, hold the ground with my brothers until I come back, if I can't come back then try to contact others and ask for support."

"Where are you going?"

Todor shouted loudly, trying to drown out the deafening sounds of battle around him.

"Go hunting."

Chief Marauder Charr dropped those words and rushed into the darkness.