God Emperor’s Angel of Death

There was a pop.

Marcus fell into a lake of cold, dark water.

The lake is very deep, and the lucky angle of impact means that he only broke three ribs, not his spine.

For an instant, ice-cold water surrounded him, flowing from his throat to his lungs.

He coughed gasping for breath, and the cold underground awakened him from the sense of disorientation when he fell.

Marcus flopped in vain, but now he has stiff limbs and no buoyancy.

When he opened his mouth, the cold water rushed in. He could only struggle with the heavy water-absorbing coat on his body, but his body was hurt too badly, and his soul was hurt too badly. .

The trial Magistrate sinks deeper and deeper, and a series of bubbles pops out of his mouth.

Suddenly, an arm plunged into the water, and a hand with steel claws grabbed his shoulder.

The next second, he was dragged out of the water.

Marcus was dragged to a river bank full of gravel and rubble, he took a big breath, rolled, and spit out the water in his lungs—the water was so cold that his throat was hot. .

He kept vomiting until there was no more liquid in his stomach and his mouth was full of blood and bile.

When he returned to his normal breathing pattern, he even felt the sphincter in the trachea twitch.

Cold air has never tasted so comfortable.

It is a miracle that steam is coming out of him, and he is still alive.

There are really enough miracles witnessed today.

Marcus looked up and found that he had fallen from a height more than a hundred meters.

The air was filled with dust, debris rolled into the cave like raindrops from the jagged cracks on the top of the cave, and the steel mesh on the collapsed building was torn apart on the rock like rough stitches. At the opening, sparks of high-strength wires and data cables swayed like climbing plants in the jungle.

Darkness makes it difficult to judge the size of the cave, but it is not big, and the widest place is about 100 meters.

As more debris fell into the lake, the surface of the lake was rising.

His entourage, also his savior, assassin Malthus, who worships the death cult, is squatting by the lake.

Unbelievably, he was not injured, and the cold water slapped his feet.

Darkness is attached to this assassin, Marcus always feels a little strange, it looks as if his legs have many joints.

Suddenly, assassin turned his pale skull mask and said in a low voice:

"You are still alive."

It seemed that he was surprised.

"So are you."

"Ha, I forgot to tell you that I have undergone some special transformations so that I can save my life at critical moments."

"That's great, can you tell me the details?"

Assassin tilted his head to the side, as if the answer was self-explanatory, but didn't give Marcus any answer.

Then he looked at the cracked top of the cave.

"It's not easy to get up."

Marcus also stood up, his limbs barely recovered their mobility,

"The bombing should be over. , We have to call someone to save us."

"Who is it to call?"

"It's okay."

"Who is going?"

Marcus reluctantly took out the communicator that had fallen into two.

"Go ahead, I don't think you have this ability."

"Then you have to wait a while."

After speaking, assassin threw away in his hand A hook lock was hung on a steel bar above, and then it rushed up.

Suddenly, only Marcus was left in the dark hole**.

He found a rock and sat down, and then treated the wound on his body.

Suddenly, his body froze.

The laughter appeared again.

A whisper came from all directions, promising him to wait for his glory when he reached the sacred destination.

Marcus realized that his excessive use of psionic energy had already caused certain consequences.

He quickly stood up and drew the sword and pistol from his waist.

Marcus calmed down, but when he turned around, he saw a pale humanoid climbing up the rubble and approaching him.

It is naked, and gender is not visible.

Without eyelids, with staring eyes and open mouth, its flesh seeps out of its body like molten wax, just like when a candle is burned upside down.

It seems to belong to the same corrupt thing as those mutants, but in a more complete state of evolution, like something roughly carved out of living clay.

When Marcus saw it, it rushed over, and the Magistrate tried to retreat hastily.

"Damn it!"

He pulled the trigger, but the bullet hitting the thing was the same as hitting the mud-it was useless.

Then he wanted to gather psionic energy to repel the demon, but when he applied a little force, the back of his head immediately buzzed like a heavy hammer.

In the trial of Magistrate, the whole person staggered and almost fell, and the nose also dripped dark and dirty blood.

The demon stood up.

It is at least four times the height of an ordinary person. It has a long and thin body, wrapped in a column of melted, beating flesh.

The creature twitched its whip-like limbs and sprinkled a lot of grease-like things on the floor. Numerous eyeballs, lips and breasts flowed around on its body, gathering like bubbles, downwards Gaze at the helpless trial Magistrate.

Soon, a pile of flesh on the creature's body was somehow melted by the sorcery of the subspace and flowed to the ground. It gradually swelled and squirmed into a humanoid shape, and then entangled together like men and women in revelry.

Marcus hates the blasphemous creature in front of him, but at the same time, he also feels more and more that some parts of him like this blasphemy, which makes him feel choked and sick.

He wanted to swing a sword, but he couldn't move his body. He could only watch himself, slowly being hypnotized by the creature.

The devil’s face rotates, forming a vortex and a small hole in the center, which seems to open a sub-space channel in the real structure.

Marcus can hear some sounds that make him crazy through this small hole, which can corrode the body and the soul, and determine the direction of fate.

The devil extended a welcoming arm to him, and the flesh on his hand hovered into tentacles.

Marcus screamed, watching him uncontrollably reach out to greet him.

"The evil spirit must be condemned!"

Suddenly, a bomb glided from the creature's scalp, but immediately two other bombs pierced its chest.

Marcus regained control of his body, turned around and distanced himself from the devil, and vaguely saw the person who saved him emerge from the ruins not far away.

The silhouette of the silver-gray power armor appeared from the darkness like an angel. It was a huge giant, and each step made the cave tremble.

When the giant walked out of the darkness, Marcus saw a firm face decorated with battle scars, and his raised arm released a flash of fire from time to time.

Marcus immediately fell to the ground, the devil's body began to explode everywhere, and the surrounding ground was covered with steaming meat.

The warrior's scarred face tightened with anger, and the generator on the larynx amplified his voice into a terrifying growl.

"Have annihilation sprite!!"

Along with his roar, there was also the roar of a chain saw long halberd.

The devil slapped its limbs feebly, trying to entangle the giant, but was torn apart mercilessly. The long halberd split off its head and instantly divided it into two.

With a piercing howl, the devil scattered ashes and dispersed smoke, and the ground meat also turned to ashes.

Marcus has been lying behind the stone. When he realized that there was a shadow covering himself, he finally raised his head.

The giant also extended the hand to him in due course.

"Hello, review Magicstrate."

"Dame, uh—"

Marcus squeezed a smile on his dirty face, Then he rolled his eyelids and fainted.