God Emperor’s Angel of Death

A rough-looking battleship is burning.

In the sky, it tilted painfully, and gas and particles spewed out of its huge pipeline like blood.

Sailors sailing on the deep and wide ocean often compare their huge sea ships to giant beasts.

They give the soul of the ship, infiltrating the mind and body into the wood and steel structure.

Once there is an emergency, in the middle of a storm, or endangered by a sea monster in the abyss, these sailors will call the soul to save them, begging it to let the sailors from Escape alive in death.

For those who can observe the destruction of this battleship, this battleship that has just broken through the atmosphere looks like a wild beast, but in the pain of death, it is unable to save The crew on the ship, no matter how desperate their roars are.

The main star of Forun has been blocked for more than two weeks. The green skin on the planet has organized several breakouts and tried to escape from this desperate place.

They used incredible engineering technology to create some battleships with exaggerated engine power on the planet's surface, intending to escape.

But the Imperium battleship on the orbit is like fishing. They will not give a fatal blow until they are exhausted into the void under the influence of gravity.

Even so, Oak's stubbornness still makes them happy.

And the size of the battleship being launched is getting bigger and bigger.

If it takes time, it might not even be possible for them to drive this planet away.

But they don’t have that many time.

On the armor shell on the sideboard, the scars are as dense as a sieve, and pieces of metal plates fall off like scales.

What is exposed under this is a fragile "body", which burns almost extinguished as soon as it is ignited, and the fleeting flame greedily devours the remains of the damaged ship. Just scarce oxygen.

On the spine of the giant beast, the turret that stands tall along the keel collapses to pieces, throwing the wreckage into the depths of the universe without starlight, allowing it to drift around like a tree without roots.

The huge breach deep in the abdominal space was a fatal blow, destroying most of the engines with a precise attack.

A moment after being cut open, the broken abdomen continuously threw the rapidly frozen corpse into the void.

These corpses are all green skin, and the corpses are covered with burns like sieve eyes.

They float still, forgotten among other wrecks.

The void shield of battleship has long since failed. Another surgical fatal blow is intended to weaken and damage, rather than kill with one blow.

Looking from the horizontal, on the starboard side of the battleship, a series of deep wounds passed directly through the weak armor layer, and several assault boats all reached the target, firmly grasping the ravaged sideboard.

In addition to these external damages, the chief culprit that weakened the Oak’s battleship to this point is the relatively unremarkable landing craft.

It was from here that a fatal blow was issued.

The deadly "cargo", Astartes, has entered the interior.

During the siege of the main star of Fran, Soshian did not let the warriors idle, but constantly used their actual tempering tactics and the ability to fight in small spaces.

Soshian ran across the corridor at the entrance to the abdomen, keeping an eye on the radiation count glowing on the left helmet display.

He is heading to the lower deck at the stern, where the subspace engine is arranged.

"Sol."

While opening the communication, he reached the first horizontal intersection of the corridor.

They must move forward quickly before the reinforcements are assembled, but as soon as they cross the intersection, the battleship's lighting and vital life support system fail.

Gravity is barely maintained. The magnetic lock to maintain the link with the deck is not yet necessary, but visibility is already a problem.

Within a few seconds after being summoned, Thor arrived, holding a bio-scanner in his hand, searching for potential threats.

"Detecting the enemy, the number is four."

Signed to Saul nodded, Soshian touched the communication ball embedded in his neck armor.

"Falzad, your squad is a forward, Almin, you and your people are in charge of the wing, Ustad, your squad is a defender."

Quickly confirm that the cursor flashes on Soshian's retina, and they are ready to move on.

Falzad stepped forward from the back, holding a flat-nosed hot melt gun in a waist position.

"Go forward."

When he led the nine warriors forward, he got a brief nodded from Soshian in response.

"We don't know what will come out of there, so cheer up."

In this case, caution is necessary.

After walking along the corridor for 1/4/2021, their first warning appeared in a wide maintenance area. It was a bright red like an artery, reflecting on Falzade’s Streamer on the armor.

"Enemy attack."

He reacted quickly and turned around, sending out a high-density flow of hot melt from the weapon.

The incandescent light beam illuminates the darkness, and part of the reinforced structure of the corridor bends and decomposes under the high temperature, as if it was crushed.

A murderous-looking green-skinned man was shrouded in the flames, and also suffered a blow. His breastplate and left shoulder armor were sunken inward, giving off a fire and pungent smell.

But this didn't stop it from throwing its own chain saw axe, and before it was inserted into the wall, the chain saw was turning round and round.

The other Xenos who were waiting for the opportunity responded to the roar through the Falzad walkie-talkie, but their roar was out of bloodthirsty rather than pain.

Three big green-skinned men in heavy armor came to the assault squad.

Two of them are dressed in dirty and war-scarred yellow and black intertwined rough Battle Armor, the other is pure dark green, hunched back, grotesquely shaped, twisted and twitching muscle tissue makes The armor full of drill bits and chainsaws could hardly hold.

This is an over-modified green skin. It looks like it should be a technical master. In addition to the two natural arms, there are two additional mechanical arms. The head full of sensors is almost the same as the belt. The helmets of the antenna fuse together, it is no longer possible to distinguish each other.

It doesn't need a sword, just those fast-rotating drill bits and electric saws are enough.

Falzad briefly summed up the damn creature, loudly said:

"Exterminate Xenos!"

He sent a message to the tyrant The second heat flow, but it was resolved by the enemy's deflection stance, it seemed that it was just a small provocation.

old rival, the old way.

Falzad pulled out the two power axes behind him, and lightly pressed the start button of the axe handle to activate the power field crackling on the edge of the axe blade, facing the enemy.

"Come!"

From the retina display in his helmet, he saw that the other warriors were shooting other green skins, but those giant beasts in heavy armor were not afraid to shoot. Rushing straight up, in the end the warriors turned and pulled out their power swords for close combat.

Falzad's gaze moved closer and saw that the tyrant had pushed the steaming corpse on the ground aside, and found that Astarte stood upright in contempt.

Words cannot practice justice, so Falzad roared angrily and swung his battle axe at the giant beast.

This blow was like hitting the fine gold hull of a Thunderhawk, and the force of the counter-shock was transmitted from the handle of the axe, painfully stimulating Farzad's arm.

"Hard idea! I like it!"