The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"Notice."

Something moved in the far corner illuminated by the light of Castor's armor, and he resisted the urge to fire, clutching an oddly shaped weapon in anticipation of a clear target.

Helmet sensors showed more than two dozen monsters in the dark tunnel ahead, briefly circled in search of other paths to the Detractors.

Obviously. This effort ultimately failed.

One second, the hallway was empty, but in the blink of an eye a swarm of blue and purple bodies dashed down the passage toward the Space Marines like a flood pouring out of a hole in a dam.

Castor opened fire, the weapon in his hand reaching the speed of a heartbeat in just one heartbeat.

In the next heartbeat, a torrent of plasma bullets whizzed through the corridor, and Castor's automatic senses activated the audio buffer at the moment of pressing the trigger, but the gun was actually very quiet.

Six or seven monsters were smashed to pieces within two seconds, and their bodies were vaporized by the violent shooting.

Castor paused for a moment to allow the barrel to cool, which is his habit with plasma weapons, and fired again.

Every devastating shot shatters everything in its way.

Castor, immersed in the carnage, almost didn't notice a set of signals on the sensor moving down the hallway parallel to the passage he was defending, and began to move away from the door of the room to buy himself more shooting time.

With the noise of metal tearing and falling to the ground, the Genestealers smashed through a door on the corner ahead, and within a second they were in the same room with the Space Marines.

"die!"

Castor roared, firing a long, furious burst of fire, a fan-shaped plasma blast that knocked down the attackers in the first row, but more enemies quickly added up.

Squeeze the trigger, and Castor unleashes a second wave of scorching bullets at the enemy.

For a moment flames, pus, and debris from shattered walls filled the hallway.

Other fighters were also firing, though some had a brand-new bolter slung over their waists in addition to the bolter in their hands.

Under the ferocious plasma firepower, the alien's offensive collapsed.

Barack took a step forward and slammed the power sword into a monster's back, and the blade force field exploded with a blue flash as it hit the target.

Spine smashed, armour cracked, and the Genestealer slumped clumsily against stone bricks like a fish caught on the ground.

"Such good equipment is a waste for those people."

Barack stared at the power sword in his hand with admiration, which he snatched from a fallen warrior of the Astral Knight. You must know that among malicious warriors, power weapons have always been a rarity, and basically only company commanders have equipment.

Castor also glanced at the weird plasma pistol in his hand. This was the weapon he grabbed from Falzad. It was just a souvenir at first, but he didn't expect it to be such a terrible plasma weapon.

If the other party uses this from the beginning, I am afraid that I will be finished long ago.

"Is it an alien creation?"

He took a closer look and confirmed that this thing was very different from the Empire's plasma weapons.

"Using alien weapons is heretical behavior, and that guy won't make a sound if he wants to come."

Blowing at the radiator with a smile, Castor hung the weapon on his waist contentedly. At the same time, there was a power axe behind him, which was also Falzad's weapon.

If it wasn't for fear that the other party's large army would come to support, it is estimated that he would even pull off Falzad's armor.

"Company commander, is this...is it really okay? I heard that there are quite a lot of allies in suffering, and there are dark angels to help out."

Someone in the team also expressed unease, but his worry was only exchanged for a look of contempt.

"They did it first, how can we blame us for self-defense? Casualties were accidents, and we also suffered losses."

As Castor said, the Detractors also lost two people and three were slightly wounded in the clashes just now.

Valley

However, compared to the gains, Castor felt that he was earning in the bottom of his heart.

"Then the Chapter Master asked us to return immediately, what should we do now?"

Barack came over and said something that annoyed Castor.

After learning of the casualties in their clash with the Astral Knights, their Chapter Master swears at Castor for three full minutes on the communicator, then demands that they return immediately.

But Castor didn't think it was a big deal, and it wasn't the first time they had clashed with other Chapters, and the Chapter Master was making too much of a fuss.

Or rather, a little too timid.

This is not the quality of a leader of malicious warriors.

He thought so in his heart, but he could only promise to bring the team back immediately.

But he really wanted to leave, and he was a little unwilling. What if the mechanical ark was boarded first?

Just when he hesitated again and again, a burst of rapid footsteps suddenly sounded, and all the slanders turned around at the same time and aimed their guns at the direction of the sound.

Soon, two yellow figures stumbled out of the darkness. They were all covered in blood and their armor was tattered. One lost even his helmet, and the other had only half of his helmet left.

"My own!"

Castor immediately loudly reminded the surrounding soldiers, and then walked over.

"Which company are you from?"

"Three...three in a row!"

One of them replied, occasionally looking back into the darkness behind him, as if some terrifying predator was peeking out there.

"Huh? Adams? Why are you like this?"

Barack recognized the sergeant of the third company at this time. After the two stopped in front of the slanderer, they began to gasp violently with blood on their faces, and their arms trembled involuntarily.

Castor knew immediately that something was wrong.

"What happened to Sanlian?"

"We...we were attacked! Enemies came from all directions, screaming, fire... We were scattered, many brothers were dead, our squad started to retreat, they kept chasing... …”

"What!? Is it an alien?"

"No, it shouldn't, I...I don't know either."

Adams was still in shock at this time, but what he said was amazing~www.wuxiaspot.com~ A whole company was destroyed.

Castor's expression became extremely serious, and he grabbed Adams by the shoulder and shook it vigorously.

"Sober up! Our brother is dead! There must be revenge! Take me to where you were attacked, and maybe there are survivors!"

After speaking, he used long-distance communication to report to the rear:

"Emergency, three companies were ambushed, repeat, three companies were ambushed, we are rushing to the scene! The coordinates will be sent later!"

After a while, Adams finally regained his sanity. He nodded vigorously and clenched the bolter.

"Yes, revenge! Quick! Captain Castor, we have to hurry back!"

"Then don't talk nonsense, lead the way! By the way, tell me the coordinates of your attack first!"

Soon, after reporting the coordinates, Castor did not wait for the instructions from the rear, and directly led the team angrily to the area where the third company was ambushed, which was not far from them.