The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"Why is this, obviously not in the subspace-"

And in Randall's eyes, not only the walls and floors, but also the runes on the console began to tremble, sparks from all the instruments splashed, tentacles spewed out from the screen and the operating system, and the giant jaws growing on the deck swallowed the mutineers alive, The stinging tentacles that burst from the walls and ceiling drained their souls.

Then Randall heard the sound of the bolter firing. The white Templars recovered from the explosion were fighting back at the grotesque creatures. The bolts ripped open the metal skin of the possessed console and opened countless eyes towards The imager shoots bullets.

Randall clenched the snow lotus blade, endured the pain and summoned the power of the gray marrow.

The icy cold wind swept around his body, and those mutations suddenly burned one by one.

But his gray marrow is far less powerful than Soshyan, and his range of influence is also very small.

"Come to me!"

But a heavy footstep interrupted Randall's voice, and a group of Chaos Space Marines in red armor walked into the door that was torn open by the demons, which was also the last thing Randall wanted to see.

Looking at the signs on those people, Randall spit out three words.

"Red Pirate—"

But what he didn't know was that this was actually a group of black legions disguised as red pirates, and the leader was Gar Mozejie!

Now, he is staring at the snow lotus blade in Randall's hand. For this thing, he has been planning for several years before waiting for such an opportunity, an opportunity that is foolproof and will not disturb Soshyang!

After taking a deep breath and calming down a little, Gar Mozejie said with a hoarse smile:

"Captain Randall, the great Huron asked me to say hello to you and your brother Soshyan on his behalf."

Randall didn't say anything, just clenched the snow lotus blade with both hands and raised it slightly.

He was not surprised by Huron's revenge. The only thing he cared about was that the other party chose him. Could it be that the black-hearted king already knew something?

In any case, there is no second way now. If you want to survive, you can only defeat the enemy and destroy the enemy.

Fortunately, the other party didn't seem to have many people, only about ten people.

"what--"

Suddenly, Randall heard a horrific roar, and he turned his head slightly to see a warrior being caught by an appendage of some loathsome creature emerging from the sidewall of the ship.

Muscular tentacles crawled over the armor and limbs, and the warrior clasped his trembling fingers and sent wild plasma at the demon's skin growing on the metal wall, but the demon's supernatural power twisted his arm straight into segments, The plasma gun immediately fell on the deck.

Then a heart-wrenching scream came out of his lips and teeth, and the tentacles began to tear at his arms, legs and head.

The terrifying cry didn't last long, and after a while, the armored body of the white temple veteran was dismantled into eight pieces, and each piece was dragged away and divided into food.

A gigantic demon squeezed out of the wall, it looked like some kind of mutated ape, but it had six arms in different shapes, and was full of wriggling tentacles and horns.

Feeling the terrifying evil power coming from the other side, Randall squeezed the cursed word out of his teeth.

"Devil. Prince."

Gar Mozejie shouted loudly:

"Muka! Let's start the feast!"

Then, he led the team straight to Randall.

"Protect the Chapter Commander!"

The veterans also quickly moved towards Randall, but the process was not easy, they were blocked by demonic fangs and horns growing from the deck, and had to face a terrifying demon prince.

"I'll meet him!

"

With a wolf howl, a monster with half body armor and half body fur sprang out of the Red Pirate's team, and jumped more than ten meters high, waving a huge blood-colored battle axe straight to Randall's door.

bang—

With a loud noise, Randall used the snow lotus blade to slash the whistling battle axe, then turned around calmly, avoiding the opponent's sharp claws, and then raised his hand fiercely, the hilt of the sword slammed the opponent like a wolf The head of the person, when the person staggered back, the snow lotus blade slammed down.

But the guy was also incredibly flexible, and he dodged five meters away.

"It's so cold, so cold, this is—you?"

The Chaos Space Marine then changed his stance, resting on the ground in one hand and holding the battle axe in the other, crawling on the ground like a beast and circling around Randall.

At that moment, Randall felt like he was being targeted by a hungry wolf.

Suddenly, in the blink of an eye, the thing disappeared, but Randall caught the strong Warp aura on it, and stepped back while the snow lotus blade stabbed upwards.

The sharp blade cut through the armor and brought out a string of blood columns. The blood wolf who was in pain roared and smashed the axe down desperately.

Randall swung his sword to the left, stabbed the blood wolf in the arm, forcing him to change the trajectory of the axe, then took a step back, and at the moment when the opponent landed, he kicked the blood wolf in the chest more than ten meters away.

However, the wounds on the blood wolf did not seem to affect him at all. I saw that all the hairs on his body stood up, like an enraged wolf, and then pounced on him again, and the attack was even more fierce.

The two sides came and went, and the blood wolf was filled with several knife marks, and Randall's left shoulder armor also had a deep crack.

At this moment, a silent warrior in Gar Mozejie's team with a chainsaw in both hands stepped out, and then launched a silent charge.

Among Khorne warriors, this is very rare.

He has no slogans, no roars, but one can feel the anger burning in his armor.

Sensing that something was approaching, Randall pushed back the blood wolf with a sword, then turned around and greeted the two roaring chainsaws with a snow lotus blade.

Seeing that Randall still did not lose with one enemy and two, Gar Mozejie nodded slightly.

"The trump card of the Eleventh Legion is really something that restrains psionic energy."

At this time, he saw that a veteran of the White Church broke through the demon's block and was approaching Randall, so he raised his chin.

The Prince of Thorns sprang out like a shadow, and then the sword went straight to the helmet of the veteran.

Although the veteran dodged the blow at the last moment, his pace stopped there.

"Uh-"

Randall, who was battling with a powerful enemy, suddenly heard a familiar cry. During the battle, he was distracted and looked aside. He saw that in the blood mist, the demon prince turned its huge figure and waved a long handle. Flail with black spikes and sharp barbs.

When the flail swept past, it directly cut an old soldier in half with armor and flesh, and another swirling slash cut the other.

Not wanting to continue sacrificing comrades, Randall roared:

"Come out with me!"

After all, Randall ignored the chainsaw sword that swept across his chest, and the snow lotus blade slashed directly, forcing the blood wolf and the Khorne warrior back.

By the time the blood stained his armor, he had gone straight to Gar Mozej—he wasn't about to behead, just to open the way for escape.