God Emperor’s Angel of Death

There was a loud bang.

The silhouette on the Storm Crow gunboat fell to the ground like a meteor, arousing a cloud of dust.

It wasn't until this time that Ustad could see that the people who came were wearing their Chapter power armor, with a jealous and mocking face.

Savita.

He remembered this person's name, but Soshian never told them about his true origin.

There are many speculations in Chapter, and without exception, everyone believes that he must be a veteran who has lived for a long time-he can guess from the fact that he met Saul.

But what made Ustad didn't expect is that the support came from one person.

With the emergence of Saivita, a strange change has taken place in the battlefield.

The demons began to cry. They evacuated from the parapet and gathered in the direction they had come.

"Your master failed."

Savita walked to the burning ruins of Chimera, pulled up the long halberd, took off the helmet on it, and buckled it to his head superior.

"It's here for you."

The demons let out a more stern roar, and then burst out one by one in everyone's surprised eyes.

But this does not mean that they have been eliminated.

On the contrary, a gust of wind rose on the ground and swept the material spilled by the demons into it, quickly forming a terrible storm.

This storm is extremely crazy.

All the cultists seemed to have received some summon, turned around and ran towards the expanding storm, and cried out the name of Prince of Darkness.

Savita stared at the exploding subspace energy vortex at the edge of more than a hundred meters away from Storm Eight, and recognized the source of Valedo's turmoil.

It seemed to be willing to accept his understanding, it seemed that the destruction it caused was for his benefit, and most importantly, mocked him.

This storm has appeared in Savita’s preview.

Now it is here, in a specific place in the material world, waiting for him.

It is not huge, the widest is no more than one kilometer, but its scope of influence is very huge.

It is the destroyer of hope, the horn of threat, the mad promise.

This storm has not completely broken through the real world, but the disaster will soon come.

It has a name.

The chanter.

"No..."

Ustad muttered to himself as he watched the storm.

"The energy of this thing..."

The whirlpool raged outside the fortress of the Ministry of Justice, covering the entire west.

And it is not static.

The storm tossed in one direction and then in the other direction.

The spiral arms of energy collided, sending out a huge coronal arc toward the sky.

This chaos attracts attention and shocks the mind. It is formed by the nightmare of war and crazy thoughts.

Although it is not tangible, it can split the gas stone.

Although there is no color, it is so dazzling and dark.

This is the essence of subspace, contradictions and paradoxes.

Savitar glanced at the storm, then looked away, glanced over again, trying to gauge its power.

"Yago, if it is allowed to develop, it will swallow the entire world."

Anita's statement echoed in his thoughts.

"I will fix it."

Savita responded in the heart, and then took a step.

On the edge of the storm, there are devastated bodies and weapons.

And reality has begun to distort.

The laser rifle and the arm are fused together, and the head is stretched, like a pale poisonous snake. The three Chimeras have become one, with messy legs and feet-in front of the leading vehicle The part became a wide open mouth, and the monster was trying to swallow his buttocks.

As the storm expands, more monsters are born.

Although they are all furious, although the screams and roars of the cultists can be heard, the vortex itself is silent.

Some of the voices are basically human and have been swallowed by madness and hatred. Other voices have been changed. Their timbre is completely abnormal, like those shouting creatures with long teeth in their throats, A long mouth on the tongue.

Together, they created a psionic chorus.

Here, the purpose of the battle has been lost, and all that is left is the desire for destruction.

Arik staggered a few steps to the edge of the retaining wall, his eyes fixed on the vortex.

"This...how shall we defeat it?"

"looked towards elsewhere, political commissar."

A kind Astral Knight offered his kindness A reminder, and his presence here is also a task that Soshian delivered before leaving.

As far as possible to ensure the safety of Yaruike.

"This place is irretrievable. You must not sink into it."

"I understand."

Arik showed a bitter face, he paid attention By the time the eyes of many soldiers had been deeply sucked in by the whirlpool, including their souls.

There should be few people here who can leave alive-in fact, he had a hunch.

"Warriors, provide fire cover for Saivita."

Suddenly, Thor's voice came into Astral Knight's communication channel.

He is driving the Storm Crow hovering over the fortress.

Under his instructions, Astral Knight quickly reached an agreement with the soul drinkers who remained behind, and the two sides re-formed a battle line with the blaster pointed at the storm.

Then, their weapons released a burst of fire into the storm.

If they were shooting at the material storm, the battle would end in just a few minutes.

Savita did hear a new scream when the bullet was shot into the twitching, burning shadow, but this was only the opening attack. The space in the storm was erratic and untrustworthy. The bullet itself was very vulnerable. Change.

The real attack still has to fall on him.

Prince the crows moved forward slowly, accumulating strength.

First of all, he has to understand his enemy, for this, his defense must be strong.

Less than ninety meters from the edge of the storm, he felt he was ready.

The material world is fading away from the edge of Savita's perception. He stretches towards the storm, and the storm stretches towards him, eager to share his secrets, eager for him to join his carnival.

He raised the wall of his will to prepare for the shock wave of chaos.

Savita observes, prepares to fight, tries to figure out the enemy, prepares to counterattack.

There is power and promise in the subspace, and he is using that power, but in this storm, he knows that there is no promise.

There is nothing else here, there is only destruction here, so it will be destroyed.

Space Marine's firepower net opened the way for him, and the explosive bomb brought the violent reality into the nightmare, causing enough damage in the storm and opening the gap.

Savita's consciousness sensed the crack, and he followed it, clutching the weakness in the storm, seeking to pry them away further.

The storm swept at him with secrets and whispers, but he locked his mind to those whispers, and only chose the secrets he needed to fight back.

It also bypassed him and attacked those mortals.

Savita realized at the edge of his attention that the pain of those fragile mortals was like burning blisters, they were struggling, but despair was a crack in his armor.

He must defeat the storm before those stupid Astra Militarum become the second threat.

As he went deeper, he began to see the outline of the vortex.

While the furious whirlwind hits him, he is also searching for its foundation, and every time he finds a human heart that has been tortured.

He understands how this storm formed.