The Emperor’s Angel of Death

As Alvarez approached his target, he found that, as he had expected, the city's energy control center was lightly guarded.

They were staring in dismay at jagged black shapes emerging from the clouds as the birds of prey circled in swift arcs above the city, their paths intertwined with haughty precision, carving something in the sky.

Alvarez also noticed his brothers. They held their prey in their hands, or simply hung it on the iron hooks and spikes on their bodies. They just killed wantonly without any purpose at all.

Have they forgotten that mission always comes first to a Space Marine? Have they fallen so far? The Night Lord had long vowed to overthrow the empire of lies, but looking at his greedy, screaming brethren, Alvarez wondered what was driving them now, just dark lust?

With this helpless mood, he began to dive.

When the guards wearing simple armor standing on the top floor of the energy center finally noticed him, he had already stretched out his arms, slashed between a pair of fleeing guards, and neatly split the waists of the two into two. The individual becomes four paragraphs.

As he landed, he turned and wondered how far their legs would have traveled without hindrance, but they just tipped over.

"ha!"

Alvarez grinned, turned and walked towards the extended stairs, and said to the buzzing communicator:

"The target has been reached."

But no one answered him, only those weird howls.

After a few minutes, a vague and wet voice finally came.

"Do your own thing and don't ask us any more."

Alvarez cursed secretly, and then turned off the communicator. Discipline no longer existed, and all plans became arbitrary at the moment of action, but he still had to complete his work, and the boring hunting was left to Those birds of prey and his master.

The technical sergeant went all the way down the stairs, killing all the guards he encountered at will, and he didn't bother to chase those who escaped.

So when he came to the main control room, he had already run away.

Alvarez put away his weapon, then unfolded the mechanical auxiliary arms on the two layers of the backpack, inserted a large number of data cables into the thinker array, and began to shut down the energy supply of various areas in the city.

Then he heard something, snapped the connection, and grabbed the bolter from his lap.

The main control room was as dark as before, except for the fluorescent light from various screens.

The moment he raised his head, Alvarez froze.

For a brief moment, he thought it was his brothers who finally couldn't bear to attack him, but then he realized that these were not his brothers.

They either stood or squatted on the steel beams, wearing midnight blue armor without any trace of decay and depravity, white lightning was engraved on the surface of the armor, and on the shoulder armor was a blood-colored bat-winged skull that was hard to see again, but There is still a strange silver-gray eagle emblem on the chest.

They are like the crows staring at the living on the dead branches in the cemetery, each one is silent, but each one is staring at Alvarez, the many pairs of scarlet eyepieces in the darkness seem to be examining, or judging.

"You are-"

Alvarez glanced around and found that there were at least fifty or sixty people on the other side. He controlled his desire to attack and glanced at the entrance from the corner of his eye.

There are also two more figures, one wearing a new model of power armor, the front of the helmet is covered with a skull visor, the sides of the helmet have blood-colored bat wings raised backwards, and a huge chainsaw halberd leans against it. On his shoulders, this weapon Alvarez has only seen in records, and the commanders of the Legion liked this weapon very much.

The other is wearing jet-black armor with a bird-head-shaped helmet and holding a long black sword.

"Yeah, look, who fell into the pocket."

The black-armored warrior poked the floor with his sword, making a menacing scratching sound.

"A little bat that knows how to play with machinery, now it's done, there are pharmacists and technical sergeants."

As he spoke, he also touched the person next to him with his shoulder.

"Let me be a priest, and the structure of the battle group will be established."

But the other party ignored him and just looked at Alvarez.

Alvarez hesitated for a moment, knowing that he would die if he resisted at this time, and this group of people looked very strange, as if they were not the Nightborne War Gang he knew, but rather like the Legion of the old expedition era.

But the legion had long since ceased to exist, this was the truth he had been told all along, and it was hard for him to accept seeing so many legion soldiers at once.

But if you want to escape, and there is nowhere to escape from this place, then there is only one choice.

Alvarez put away his weapon.

"Brothers, I am a technical sergeant of the Shadow Ghost War Gang, Alvarez, what do you want?"

After hearing his self-introduction, the tall warrior with a chainsaw and halberd tilted his head, and then whispered in Nostram:

"How long have you been in the military?"

"One hundred and five years, standard Terra time."

Alvarez also responded in Nostram.

"Have you been shadowing ghosts all this time?"

"yes."

Suddenly, the opponent stepped forward, and Alvarez subconsciously took a step back, touching the weapon but not holding it.

The man slowly walked in front of him, seeming to be sizing him up carefully, and Alvarez was also sizing up the warrior who was a head taller than him, when the other party suddenly said:

"Take off your helmet."

Although the tone of the other party's order made people very uncomfortable, people had to bow their heads under the eaves. In order to survive, Alvarez could only obey. He took off his helmet to reveal the iconic face of the Midnight Legion and a well-cut short black hair. He was in the Chaos War Gang, but Alvarez had always paid attention to his personal image and hygiene. His dark eyes, marble-like stern face and slightly straight nose were enough to be called handsome.

After a few seconds of silence, the man with the chainsaw halberd circled him again.

"I didn't expect that there was a normal person among the group of lunatics and freaks."

Alvarez immediately replied calmly.

"Because lunatics can't maintain machinery and equipment."

"That's right, so according to the law and process of the previous attack, I guess there must be a technical sergeant in this warband to shut down the city's energy. Vasco Gore is too obsessed with darkness, even a little flashlight light will Make it uncomfortable, right?"

Alvarez said nothing.

Then, the other party put his hand on his shoulder and said with great interest:

"I can allow you to ask three questions, but you have to pay attention. I will also decide your ending based on the questions you ask. You have ten seconds to think."

After speaking, the pair began to count down.

"Ten~www.wuxiaspot.com~nine, eight, seven"

"Who are you?"

Alvarez was quick to ask the first question.

Hearing this, the man chuckled, shrugged, and then pointed to the logo on the shoulder armor.

"You see, we are the Night Lords, descendants of the former legion known as traitors, we can also be called brothers for the time being, so there are still six seconds, six, five."

Alvarez glanced at the eagle emblem on the opponent's chest, and immediately asked.

"Who is your allegiance to now?"

"Allegiance to brother, blood and purpose, so four, three, two—"

Alvarez blinked, and finally spat out a sentence.

"Can I join you?"

(end of this chapter)