The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"Come on, offal of the subspace!"

The cry of Farzad quickly attracted the attention of the bloodthirsty maniac. After realizing that the little thing in front of him was provoking him, the bloodthirsty maniac roared and spat out a spear of fire, but Farzad remained motionless. Those flames separated left and right before they touched him, and the touched steel melted into bubbling slag, and the mortals or cyborgs they accidentally touched screamed in the live fire.

The gray marrow pumped in Farzad's body, and he felt the scorching heat surrounding him dissipate, and the armor was gradually covered with frost.

At this moment, he felt an unprecedented mighty power, as if he was transcendent and holy.

Farzad twirled the battle ax in his hand, and the disintegration force field surrounded it, causing his side to shoot with lightning, and then his whole body shot out like an arrow from the string.

He never cared about defense, he preferred offense.

The bloodthirsty madman suddenly felt that the subspace power supporting him began to block. It realized what happened, and immediately swung its battle ax to try to deal with this untouchable before it was completely weakened.

Farzad walked around the edge of the tomahawk whistling and falling in the hands of the demon, as graceful as a mass of fuzzy mercury, and the gray marrow was extraordinarily turbulent today, he had never felt such swiftness, such sensitivity, and such powerful control .

Then he turned to the back of the bloodthirsty madman, cut into the dead corner of its defense that was difficult to take care of, and launched a fierce attack.

The two battle axes flashed left and right alternately, and one leg of the bloodthirsty maniac was almost separated, which made its body almost tilted.

But before Farzad continued to pursue, several Chaos Space Marines rushed over, and he could only turn around to deal with these guys.

At this time, Zhu Fu also entered the battlefield. When his battle ax rises and falls, there will always be a few cataracts or battle robots falling down.

When the blood was spilled, Zhu Fu felt the call of slaughter. The price of the blood god's favor was that they must feel his hunger and thirst, as well as the desire to fight and the madness brought by him so strong that he was desperate to conquer everything, but Zhu Fu had to restrain himself Stop this kind of impulse, if they sway their anger at will, then they will die without a place to bury them.

The blood **** expects victory from him, so leave the physical work of harvesting skulls to other reckless men.

Afterwards, he focused on Farzad, who was obviously a company commander. If he could behead the opponent, he might be able to quickly form an overwhelming advantage, but that guy seemed to be quite strong, and the bloodthirsty maniac didn't seem to be an opponent.

Zhu Fu immediately summoned several blood worshiper terminators, all of whom used powerful lethal weapons such as hot melt and plasma.

He planned to finish off the company commander from a distance.

Suddenly, a Terminator's head and chest were hit by two groups of plasma. When the body fell down, the weapon in his hand subconsciously pulled, and the hot melt released swept across the battlefield and killed many of his own people.

Oscar and Zod's team discovered the Chaos Space Marine's attempt and immediately came to stop it.

"Protect the company commander!"

The nine-person team organized a firing line to suppress the Chaos Terminator who was trying to fire. Zhu Fu narrowed his eyes and then took a step forward.

If someone wants to die, he doesn't mind harvesting the skull himself.

"Be careful! The enemy is coming."

Zhu Fu was obviously very conspicuous, especially when he led a few Terminator to charge, Oscar reminded him while trying to shoot at the opponent's head, but they were all blocked by the huge battle axe, this enchanted weapon could not even do anything to plasma.

And when the bolter on Zhu Fu's arm started to roar, a teammate in the squad immediately fell down, but immediately got up again, with obvious scars on the shoulder armor.

When the huge Chaos warlord roared towards him, Oscar raised his sword to resist, but the huge force instantly sent him flying and fell to the ground.

While panting, Oscar felt something injected into his blood, and he could feel the cold pumping into his blood vessels, as if his body was placed in a cryogenic cabin.

But on the other hand, his world has become extremely sharp.

gray pulp.

Although Oscar had the gray pulp transplanted, he had never really used it himself, and he even thought that he might indeed have no talent.

Then he got up quickly. At this time, Zhu Fu had already beheaded Yaron, a member of their team, with a battle axe. The hatred and anger instantly ignited Oscar's blood.

"kill!"

He rushed up at a very fast speed, Zhu Fu found the threat, and swung his ax contemptuously.

Bang—

The sound of violent metal impact resounded across the battlefield.

"Um!?"

In astonishment, Zhu Fu's battle ax was repelled by the power sword, and he even felt that his wrist was almost broken.

The strength of the opponent seems to have doubled suddenly!

One is the warlord of Khorne who has experienced countless battles and slaughtered countless times, and the other is a sergeant of the war regiment who has just fled for less than a hundred years. However, the two showed completely different postures. attack.

Those Terminators who attempted to join the fray were stopped by battle droids and more Space Marines.

Just when the battle entered the anxious stage, a strange reinforcement broke through the wall and suddenly appeared on the battlefield.

They have stout, stocky and slightly short stature, with bronze-colored skin wrapped around strong muscles with rock-like corners, blue-gray protective pants and armor from the waist down, and unique tattoos drawn with dark paint on their naked upper bodies , with a small pump motor tied behind their waists, flashing runes inlaid on their chests and shoulders, and their hair and beards were all dyed an uncommon orange-yellow or red-red, with a strong color.

The stout Furnborn uttered strange shouts while running, which startled the sages who ruled and the sages who followed the army. If they didn't have friendly signs on their bodies, they would probably have let the cathars open fire on the spot.

There are about four to five hundred of these deep rock berserkers~www.wuxiaspot.com~ holding tomahawks, fist gloves, and hammers with plasma halos, they move at a speed that does not match those short legs, like a gust of wind. Sweeping across the chaotic battlefield like a transit.

Headed by the clan leader Graham, he held up the ancient clan axe and swore an oath to fight to the Wotan ancestors.

"In the name of Wotan's ancestors, smash these evil creatures of the Supreme Heaven!!"

Amidst the shouts, a galloping figure rushed towards Graham. It was a Chaos Space Marine, holding a **** long knife, and went straight to the neck of the Deep Rock Clan Chief.

Graham leaned down with agility that didn't match his body size, and hit the crotch of the evil god's lackey with his shoulder. The huge force caught the Chaos Space Marine off guard, and he leaned to the side. Graham immediately raised his ax, It directly smashed the monster's head, as if it was just a ripe melon.

More enemies turned to deal with the sudden appearance of these Furnace warriors. Many people had never seen the short men and laughed at their shortness, but then they all regretted it. The strength of these short men was far beyond the expectations of the heretics. Many people He suffered a fatal blow as soon as he fought.

(end of this chapter)