God Emperor’s Angel of Death

As a killer who worships the death cult, Malthus has used his killing skills to the extreme, almost using artistic techniques to slaughter those heretics to death.

The worship of death is a kind of organization that exists in the territory of Imperium. Its members express their respect for the immortal Divine Sovereign through the exploration of the art of death. Many people often think that worship of death is an assassin court. However, it has almost nothing to do with the assassin court. In a sense, worship worship is a civil organization.

But its influence is far beyond the folks.

Whether it is the state religion or the court of justice, it generally follows the concept that death and blood are the cornerstones that support the survival of mankind. Only by constantly making sacrifices can mankind overcome this dark and cruel universe. And Divine Sovereign's broken body is the indisputable evidence of this truth.

Under the influence of this belief, it is not surprising that the religion of death can flourish in the territory of Imperium.

It is the shadow of the state religion of Imperium bathed in brilliance, and it is also the most dangerous heresy recognized by the Magistrates.

Although some members of the sect worship have gone astray, most of the sect members are still devout followers of Golden Throne.

For them, every death, every wound, every drop of blood is the worship of the immortal God Emperor.

Their goals, creeds, organizational forms, and scope of activities may be very different, but even the most normal members of the death sect are more likely to fall into the abyss than ordinary persons.

Although there are various differences, most worship worship can be roughly divided into four branches, namely, blood sect, undead sect, resurrection sect and state religion sect.

Karthus is an assassin of blood sect.

As the most famous and common branch of death worship, blood sect focuses on the act of bloodshed itself-the skill of killing and the moment of death.

Although members of the sect often show heretics and bloodthirsty quirks, the Imperium authorities have always turned a blind eye to this.

This kind of tolerance comes from the fact that as everyone knows: the hatred of the death-worship sect towards human enemies is deep in the bones, and they provide invaluable assistance to the state religion and the court—fanatic, loyal and loyal Skill superb killer.

What's more, there are inexhaustible links between part worshipping the dead and the assassin court.

Many of the cruel environments of feudalism and Feral World provided fertile soil for the development of death sect, but the dark and cramped bottom nest, the intriguing noble court, and even the steel deck of the Void Starship also existed The shadow of worshipping death sect.

These esoteric sects that focus on deadly arts such as blades, bullets and poisons are flourishing in every corner of Imperium.

More subdivided, Karthus actually belongs to the sub-branch of the underworld in the blood sect.

The sons of the gods are a mercenary form of death worship branch. They will clearly mark the price for each killing, and their asking price will fluctuate according to the target's status and the degree of protection.

The sect was originally a mercenary company and was hired to participate in the vicious trade war in the Calisis sector.

In the process, it gradually developed into an assassin free association, providing skilled killers, gladiators, and saboteurs for anyone who can afford it.

Although they are only loyal to the rewards they can get, the organization believes that each of their contracts is sacred and inviolable. Obviously, a perfidious assassin organization cannot survive for long.

So every son of the god who betrays the contract will face the anger from the association.

Although it is fighting for profit, once they encounter those heretics or Xenos, they will also fight like crazy dogs. The hatred of the enemies of the God Emperor has almost become their instinct. This is also a Magistrate. The important reason why we like to hire the sons of the gods.

The appearance of Karthus completely disrupted the deployment of these heretics. They became chaotic and disturbed. Marcus decided to seize this opportunity.

"Destroy the enemy when they retreat!"

Marcus raised his family heirloom sword, and the blade of the psychic field slid through the mist zi zi sounded .

"Give them death! In the name of God Emperor!"

Soon, the enemy could not withstand the offensive and began to retreat to the bunker defense line composed of the casting machine.

They did not escape blindly, but retreated in an organized manner, using smoke as a cover. Some people held bulletproof shields to protect the teammates behind and beside them, forming a moving line of defense.

"Chandler!"

Marcus shouted.

"Deal with those shields!"

Bounty Hunter laughed and raised his double-barreled grenade launcher. "Temperature" is famous, of course, this not only refers to his character, but also the weapons he uses.

People who knew him hid in the shadow of the casting machine before Chandler pulled the trigger.

After that, with the sound of peng peng, the automatic device hit more than a dozen grenades into the shield phalanx of the heretic guard.

The grenade exploded almost immediately, without giving the enemy any chance to evade. For a while, the shield and various fragments flew around with the flames.

Because of the dense smoke and flames, Marcus could not see the specific damage, but he could hear the sound of armor and bone breaking, howling in pain, those after the explosion of human tissue Debris also rained down beside him.

"What shield, try Magicstrate?"

Chandler carried the grenade launcher on his shoulder and shouted.

Falthas laughed, even if it sounds unpleasant.

"Go ahead!"

Marcus walked out of the bunker and loudly said.

Then they went straight to the warehouse maintaining the workshop. In the process, every breath they breathed was mixed with dust, smoke, and blood.

The heretics who were not killed by the grenade began to flee. Without the previous order, Marcus fired two shots in the back, neatly bringing down the two fleeing enemies.

Verne was also advancing and firing with precision. The beam of the improved laser sniper rifle illuminated the hall, and the heretics fell continuously and died.

But while moving, Marcus was hit by a sudden large-caliber ammunition.

"Ah—"

With a loud cry, the bullet left a fist-sized depression on his silver breastplate, and the huge impact made the trial Magistrate dizzy and eyes for a while Blurred, unable to aim.

But he still saw the man who shot him. A tall, thin man wearing a blue and purple shell, a well-cut stone replaced one of his eyes. This is probably heresy. A sign of status in China.

Then he raised the short-barreled shotgun in his hand and fired another shot, with a weird smile on his mouth.

"Damn it!"

Dazed, Marcus raised his pistol, but before he shot it, Karthus had already jumped from the shadows and pressed the man down. Under the body.

Marcus heard the sound of the shotgun firing, and also heard the cruel laughter of the deadly killer.

He squatted on the ground and tried to breathe until the pain eased, and Chandler and Verne had driven away other fleeing enemies, which allowed Marcus to reach Karthus. s position.

The heresy under him has lost his breath, his throat was slit, the stone in his eyes was buckled, his jaw was cut off, and blood ran all over the floor.

Assassin wanted to pick up the stone, but the Magistrate trial stopped him.

"Don't move."

Then Marcus bent down, took out a pair of tweezers from his bag, and picked up the stone.

"This is a kind of psionic crystal."

After looking at it for a while, Marcus came to his judgment.

"It was probably used for the so-called'blessings', but actually to control these unlucky ones."

After speaking, he threw the crystals on the ground, and then crushed them with one foot. .

"Trial Magistrate! Here is a car that can be used!"

Chandler's voice sounded, Marcus looked up and saw that the other party had opened an off-road vehicle The door of the car, this car should also belong to a certain Astra Militarum infantry regiment.

But anyway, they at least don't have to walk.

"Quick! Get in the car! Let's leave here."