God Emperor’s Angel of Death

When Cattiro was saved, Ustad also happened to kill his demon opponent.

The rage guided his sword blade, he used a long sword to pierce the four-legged wild beast's head and cut off the right half.

Ustad could feel his body fluids boiling like a steam oven.

Since the start of the battle, he has been injured in 18 places, including the right thigh muscle was penetrated by the whip, one forearm bone fracture, and the small finger bone broken, and the others were all injuries from falls and cuts. And severe concussion bruises.

His metabolism has greatly increased, trying to make up for the fighting needs, trying to suppress or delay pain, trying to maintain the physical performance of Peak state, and trying to speed up healing and repair.

Energy consumption has increased his body temperature by several degrees, and his body is rapidly burning the body's fat reserves.

Ustad knew that he would soon need hydrolysate and additional analgesics to maintain a good combat state.

Suddenly, two demons rushed out of the gap in the door, knocking him to the ground.

Already exhausted, he felt a heavy burden on his body for a while.

He can't stand up anymore.

When he was attracted by external things, his temperature at the top began to drop rapidly.

In an instant, the entire world became a slow stop motion animation in Ustad's eyes.

Those Astra Militarum who are still fighting, those demons who are tearing them apart, the sky eagle emblem on the broken gate, everything is like that--

"Ha..."

With the last breath of heat squeezed out of his chest, Ustad slowly, like a puppet, stood up again.

The two demons who were about to pinch him suddenly became slow and weak as if they were in a quagmire.

There was an unnatural howl in their mouths, but there was only pain in it.

The power sword fell with a screaming arc.

Ustad stared at it. Compared to a weapon in his hand, it was more like a living creature with its own anger.

He watched it fall, and his genetically strengthened brain expanded in a few seconds.

He watched it touch the point of impact, and the thin edge of the molecule cut into the twisted flesh, sparks burst out at the moment when the sub-Power of Space was torn apart.

Sword edge penetrates into flesh and blood, calmly and quickly, cutting and burning.

A smell of meat, burnt meat, rushed into his nostrils.

The sound of the enemy is not a scream, it is more like a moan and a futile cry.

The filthy blood gushes out, like wine gushing out of a broken tank, from flowing out to spurting and shooting, these viscous liquids gathered into a pool at his feet.

The devil broke apart in an instant, and his upper left shoulder, arm, and half of his chest were all split apart.

The opponent is gone, Ustad continued to move forward, and by the way, he used the giant boots made of fine porcelain to crush the enemy's skull.

He has only a single thought left-there are more enemies who have not yet died.

Countless enemies used their dirty tongues to scream dark hymns towards the chaos, but he will kill them today and use their remains to infiltrate the land of this insignificant world.

He rushed into the enemy crowd crowded in the gap of the gate like a bomb.

While running, the deformed heads exploded into a pink blood mist, and the slender limbs turned into thick mud.

No power to kill is wasted.

Ustad has taken off his helmet, but not for any reason.

His face is full of frost, and the gray veins are like the roots of some kind of plant, covering his neck and face.

The power sword smoked from the blood that had just been stained, and the hot steam dissipated into the cold air from above it.

He fell into a rage, like radiation, making the demons feel like a cold hell around him.

When it goes deeper, the anger becomes as dark as a void, as if to absorb everything.

Suddenly, a bright beam of light rushed out of the heretical front. This was a close shot of a laser cannon.

Ustad flinched, his eyelids quickly closed to protect his eyes from the dazzling beam of light.

After a tenth of a second, when he looked at the object again, a large pit was ablated in a place less than half a meter away.

"I am the blade of the God Emperor!"

Infuriated by this attack, Ustad shouted the name of the sacred God Emperor and rushed into the enemy line. His speed is at this moment. Incredibly fast.

His sword turned into a bright flashing trajectory, and death followed closely from behind, and the tide of demons were rushed out of the army for a while.

The enemy manipulating the laser cannon was frightened by the angel's thunderous roar, the soul flew away and scattered. Even the hypnosis of the Slaanesh demon could not cover the sound of anger and vengeance.

But when the cultist just turned and took a step, the hot sword passed through his breastbone, exploding a mess of deep red liquid from the spine.

They pulled closer and fell into a cruel embrace.

With the chance that the traitor was still alive, Ustad used his empty hand to tear open the cultist's throat.

pu chi ——

Blood spurted from the heresy's destroyed body like spring water, splashed on Ustad's face, and dyed his vision red.

The warm liquid touched his cold face, and he suddenly realized that he was so cold.

A kind of unprecedented bitter cold, completely embracing him in his arms.

Ustad, who could not support it, knelt on the ground suddenly, and a string of condensed, chilly blood gushing out of his mouth.

When he lifted the head, he dimly saw that a Chimera was aiming at him with its dual heavy bomb a hundred meters away.

He glanced at the sky again.

Why didn't the support arrive?

Why——

At this time, Chimera, who was about to shoot at Ustad, suddenly started a powerful engine, sprayed a cloud of black exhaust gas, and began to reverse quickly.

Ustad could hear the sound of the tracks, and the huge body trembled. The main turret began to turn to the left, and the twin heavy bombs gradually lifted.

The rebels gathered around hurriedly dispersed so as not to be crushed to death by the urgent displacement of the tanks.

What is it doing?

At this time, there was a scream in the sky.

Something seems to be falling.

A violent impact came from the Chimera's muzzle, shaking up a large area of ​​dust around it, and the explosive bomb burrowed into the dense fog, leaving a spiral track that slowly dissipated. There is no way to confirm that it hit anything.

The next second, an explosion ensued, swift and bright, hot and violent, and the outline of the twisted Chimera suddenly scattered ashes and dispersed smoke.

Ustad's eyes widened.

He saw it.

In the thick smoke and flames, a huge chain saw long halberd was inserted diagonally in the burning metal ruins, like a crooked tombstone, and at its end, a helmet and a belt were tied with a chain. Pale skull with scarlet bat wings.

The hollow eye sockets seemed to be embedded with lightning, staring at the battlefield shiningly in the firelight.

"This is—"

Ustad wanted to say something, but something blocked his throat.

Then he heard the roar, the roar of the engine, coming from overhead.

He looked up and saw that it was a Storm Crow gunboat with a silver-gray paint.

More importantly, the hatch of the gunboat’s weapon operator’s operating compartment has been opened, and a silhouette without a helmet is attached to the edge of the gunboat, holding the gun barrel on one side tightly with one hand.

After reaching the sky over the destroyed Chimera, the silhouette let go and jumped down from a height of 100 meters!