The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Gianluca gasped and wiped the blood from the eyepiece, and for the first time since the attack, he had time to think about where these guys came from.

Although the edge of their silver-gray armor was inlaid with midnight blue, a color that had never appeared in his memory, the logo on their shoulder armor clearly told him that these were the people of the Astral Knights Chapter.

The only difference is that the crossed double sword is also covered with a red lightning bolt.

"Come on, let's finish the last step of this game."

The leading warrior wore a skull-faced helmet and gestured with a chainsaw halberd in his hand, and the inactive blade was aimed at Gianluca's throat.

"Just me and you."

Gianluca took a few heavy breaths, surrounded by corpses, corpses in yellow armor.

He didn't know how many people were still alive, but if he could delay a little longer, he might be able to let more people escape to report.

"Astral Knights, your actions are blatant mutiny!"

Gianluca took a step forward, clenched his weapon, and started spinning around his opponent.

The rest of the warriors retreated to the edge of the battlefield, hiding themselves in the shadows.

"You will be punished!"

"punish?"

There was another faint sneer from the mouth grill of the skull visor, and the marks on the skull—the twisting Nostram runes carved into the bones—looked like they were writhing and writhing in the gloom.

"We are your punishment."

Gianluca exhaled slowly, letting the sound grate across the helmet's speaker grille.

"I don't know what you're talking about! My brother will avenge us!"

Sabrin listened to this conversation and smiled behind the skull mask. He couldn't help but activate the power of the chainsaw halberd. Gianluca also randomly rotated the weapon in his hand.

"It doesn't matter whether you know it or not. When the first drop of blood is shed, the only thing that needs to be done is compensation."

The next second, the sawtooth roared and tore through the darkness.

The two charged almost simultaneously, roaring and whirling, serrations darting across the air, sparking sparks in the dark.

Both fighters are very sophisticated, brutally aiming their weapons at each other's armor joints.

But there is no doubt that Sabrin is faster, and the advantages of long weapons are more obvious.

After two hands and two rounds, Gianluca snorted, and his head hit the tail of the chainsaw halberd, causing him to lean back directly, revealing the articulated throat armor at the same time.

Although it was only a second, it was enough for Sabrin to end him.

The whirling chainsaw slashed at the soft bundles of fibers that wrapped Gianluca's neck, biting deeply—deep enough to break bones.

In a terrifying shriek, the shredded armor rained down, blood seeping through the mechanical nerves and scattered on the cabin floor.

"Well--"

Gianluca knelt on the ground clutching his throat, and as Tao Gang sang on the steel, his life spewed out of his throat after being brutally torn.

Sabrin said nothing, raised his arm, and announced the end of the decapitation with a second wave.

The chain saw halberd slammed into the deck, leaving a smoking opening, and then the helmet struck the deck, and the head rolled off safely. Sabrin stepped on it with his boots, then took it off and took off the helmet to reveal An angry face remained in that wide-eyed face.

He then looked around for a place to display it, and after finally placing it on a lumen lamp holder, Sabrin strode into the darkness.

"Guys, the appetizers are over and we're ready to start dinner..."

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Castor moved quickly with the team, and they did not encounter any aliens along the way, as if those things were frightened and left.

As he walked around a corner, he suddenly saw five dead soldiers lying in a low voice in front of him.

"Corpse."

"Emperor, it's ours."

Adams hurried over, came to the first side, and then knelt down and ordered.

"Bastard! This gang of chaos!"

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As he spoke, he took off his notched helmet, and a familiar, rounded face appeared before him. This was one of his team members, who had been killed to cover his retreat.

"Gore! He's only served sixty years!"

With grief, Adams turned the body over, showing the true condition of the fallen soldier's injuries.

Castor joined him later.

"He was killed in one hit."

He crouched beside the fallen soldier, trying to see more clearly.

I saw that the opponent's breastplate was cut open by a sharp blade, the internal organs seeped out from under the broken breastplate, the fused breastplate was removed, and the surrounding skin was peeled off with surgical precision.

Barack shook his head.

"Surgery-level wounds like this? Who has the spare time?"

Castor dipped his fingers in and fumbled for a while, then shook his head.

"Fortunately, his gene seed is still there, but I don't know if it has been damaged. We need to notify the pharmacist as soon as possible."

"The other is the same."

Nalek, who went to examine the other bodies, also shared his findings.

"Same death, same wound."

"Who would do that? Alien?"

A veteran looked puzzled.

"That wound looks like a claw, but is it too big?"

"No, these wounds are from powered blades, and the wounds are widely spaced... lightning claws."

Castor then exchanged glances with Barack and said in unison.

"Space Marine weapons."

Then Castor rose to his feet, the crack of joints breaking the silence.

"It seems that someone is going to take revenge."

After examining the corpse, all the malicious warriors were already burning with rage. They had realized that this was a revenge, but they all felt that those people had gone too far.

Is this a plan for a civil war?

Castor, equally incensed, swore to make those who did it all pay, and sped the team forward.

As they moved, inside the civilian passenger ship, the air began to smell of the complex compounds of combustion, as they walked through corridors clogged with carbonized alien corpses, watching their twisted limbs and screaming faces pierced by Baked into an angular object, it's not just a reverie about who made it all.

No wonder there isn't a single alien here.

At the confluence of the main passage, Castor and others later found more bodies of the fighting brothers.

Their armor appeared to have been shattered by powerful bullets, and the frigid void seeped into the deck as the hull shattered, covering all metal and corpses under a thin layer of frost.

The gene-seeds of these fallen warriors have not been taken either, but will eventually become inactive if not recovered in time.

In the end ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ they arrived at the place where the three companies were ambushed, and a large auditorium was destroyed.

At this time, the door here was open, and several holes were broken in the walls and ceiling, and the colorless light penetrated through it, and the dust was full of flying.

Castor's splicing experience noticed that these gaps were all caused by explosions, and there were still some stumps wrapped in yellow armor scattered on the ground. Obviously, the third company was first attacked here.

The slanderers walked in cautiously, armed with weapons.

First came the smell, the blood splattered by the Space Marines, and the guts that had been gouged out.

Inside, a broken stage takes up most of the hall, dusty chairs are lined up on a slope, and the stage is piled high with smashed armor covered with the broken pieces of the malicious warrior Sanlian. flag.

Some weapons were piled in the corners, and the wreckage of destroyed buildings was scattered on the floor.

If only that, then Castor would not be so furious.

In fact, this place has become a slaughterhouse that makes normal people lose their minds.