The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Standard Terra calendar, 943.M41

Armageddon planet, main continent, Hades nest, middle nest area, water purification plant

The apron is lit by flashing lights on the overhead, and the barbed wire is wrapped around the light stand like a vine. Many iron thorns are inserted deep into the ground along the edge of the apron, and the punctured corpse is turned into a twisted corpse by the elapsed time. .

The four sentries, all wearing idiot green leather patchwork armor, patrolled the cracked concrete open ground, occasionally looking into the darkness beside them, searching for possible threats.

They don't seem very alert.

Talos thought while observing them through his own automatic sensors.

Very good, this will make his task much easier.

A damaged transport aircraft landed alone on the southern edge of the apron. The rusty landing gear of the transport aircraft was slumped, and the shell was covered with oil stains and patina. It had obviously not been activated for a long time.

Talos flew towards the gloomy body of this machine, almost silently.

The jetpack emits a subtle flow of energy to maintain the midnight son in a gliding state-Talos's only modification to his power armor is the jetpack, which involves many unspoken secrets of the Midnight Lord, Soshyan He didn't know everything, he only knew that Talos' jetpack could be activated with extremely low power and silently.

In the air, he completed the remaining posture control by himself, adjusted his body angle skillfully, and slid toward the selected landing point.

At this moment, Soshyang and his party are lying in ambush one kilometer away, waiting for his signal.

In the old days, there were workers' settlements all around, automatic refineries and residential areas used bright lights to light up the surroundings, and imperial shuttles were also constantly coming and going here, transporting rare ores and valuable equipment parts, and then transporting them. Sent to the foundry on the track.

Now, this was haunted by billowing shadows. Except for the faint light circle on the tarmac, the only light source was the purgatory fire that lit up 100 meters to the north, where it was the arsenal entrenched by green leather.

This planet has been tortured in the claws of Greenskin for three full years. At this moment, the destruction and the darkness they have created have also become the help of the Midnight Son to carry out the mission.

Although Talos's fully armed figure is huge, it is silent like a breeze. He has completed the last 100 meters of landing like a blasting bomb.

Immediately before landing, his backpack released a burst of braking energy, and at the same time he curled up and rolled to land.

The interstellar warrior made a muffled noise when it hit the concrete iron ground, but it did not attract any attention because the arsenal not far away was too noisy.

Talos controlled his roll, and a sliding shovel rushed into the shadow below the abandoned transport plane.

The Son of Midnight stopped here, lowered his body under the rusty vehicle like a spider, and while listening carefully, he scanned his surroundings with the automatic sensor on the helmet.

If any of those green skins showed signs of hearing a landing sound, he would act quickly.

But they did not.

The four dumb figures continued their slow patrol, making a rude and noisy noise, separated from each other by at least fifty meters, and they could only look at each other when they walked into the spot cast by the searchlight—obviously Their relationship is not good.

"I have successfully entered the target area."

After confirming that it was innocent, Talos said in a deep voice to the communicator that he knew that his helmet would not leak a single sound.

"Greenskin didn't seem to have considered an enemy attack at all. The level of security is too sad."

"Received, Talos."

Soshyan's voice came from one end of the communicator.

"Let them pay for their negligence."

"Just to my liking."

Talos answered in the affirmative, and then turned off the communication.

He slightly imagined what he would look like in their eyes if anyone of those green skins came to look under the ladder?

Huge, light and flexible, lurking in the shadows, the carbon black eyepieces burned with crimson light in the eyeholes of the helmet decorated with skull visors, looking like the incarnation of revenge.

revenge? fear? Just to my liking!

Talos let out a deep laugh.

Then he crawled under the transport plane to the flat nose and got out.

A sentimental alien was getting farther and farther away from him, first passed a dim illumination light, and then disappeared into the darkness.

The next patrol was coming here, and Talos saw it clearly with the thermal divination device built into the automatic sensor.

In a few seconds, it will pass through the hiding place of the Son of Midnight.

Talos can rush out of the cover, throw stun grenades, burst out sonic battle roars, and shoot all these aliens in the blink of an eye.

Kill-but this is not the plan for this operation.

The most important thing now is concealment.

It is not enough to kill them. These guys must be resolved quietly. His ultimate goal is to remove the alarm that the other party may exist.

So when his first prey passed by, Talos reached out and grabbed the alien's face, lifted it up, and pulled it into the darkness.

Greenskin is a strong creature, but when caught off guard, it is still as vulnerable as a child in the hands of the Midnight Son.

The reaction time of the green skin was only three seconds, and even before its nerves had time to reflect, its neck was broken in a muffled sound—the sound was like knotty wood exploding in a campfire.

Gitalos then gently laid the corpse flat under the head of the transport plane.

Solved one.

Then he moved quickly, turned back towards the back of the transport plane, and rushed to the next sentry who followed the original route.

The green-skinned brain is so simple, as simple as a caterpillar.

It may discover the disappearance of his teammate at any time, and Talos has to do it before then.

He galloped out from behind the transport plane, his prey could only be stunned, his eyes widened, and he was hit with all his strength.

Talos punched the prey into the shadows, then he jumped up from the tarmac, stepped on the alien body, and immediately heard the sound of broken bones.

When he got up again, the hapless guy didn't stand up.

Two.

Talos continued to move, following the enemy's patrol route, flying like a circling predator.

The two sentinels have fallen, and the two remaining people are twice as likely to find that the situation is not right, and he cannot allow this to happen.

When the next prey walked into the illuminated spot, the Son of Midnight appeared out of the shadow like a nightmare.

"Uh?"

Greenskin's panic for a moment was enough for Talos, his fist shot out quickly, smashing the guy's throat, causing him to fall to the ground while losing his voice.

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Three.

About a hundred meters away ~www.wuxiaspot.com~Talos saw the last sentry back in panic after witnessing a monster emerging from the dark killing his teammate.

Before the guy had time to raise his throat and yell, Talos quickly swung his hand, a dagger came out, and the metal shone in the light.

The last green skin staggered when the dagger was inserted into its own throat. It fumbled and tried to grab the handle of the knife to pull it out, but only squeezed a string of blood bubbles from its mouth, and then fell to the ground.

Talos quickly removed the two bodies from the tarmac, hid them in the darkness, and then squatted down on the torn canvas and wiped the blades clean.

Everything is done.

"The apron is cleared."

Talos quickly reported each other's confirmation information, and the other teams also completed their tasks.

"Very good, brothers."

Soshyan's voice was very quiet.

"Launch an all-out attack, don't let a greenskin escape, especially those mechanics! Prioritize kills!"