God Emperor’s Angel of Death

Gorge spins his heels, and the blood of the think tank curator is still dripping on his sharp blade.

The opponent did not use psionic energy from beginning to end, but used the least good sword technique to fight Gorgri, which made Gorgri hesitate when he started.

"Surrender."

The blade and the blade froze together at that moment, and the think tank curator captured Gorge's sword with the net woven by his chainsaw sword.

"I did nothing wrong."

But the other party said this sentence like a curse.

"Gorgri, you have forgotten our idea of ​​freedom? How long was the last time you saw the army answering questions? Are you really willing to be the running dog of the Terra Council?"

Gorgeous was extremely angry and laughed. This is also the first time Sarperdon has seen such a thing.

But the movements of his lips did not add warmth to his sculptural face, and the rocks had more heat than the smile just now.

Gorgri said nothing but the smile,

So Salperdon responded with a smile, the same abrupt, the same lifeless.

Suddenly, the young Chapter long contemptuously swung his power sword and deflected the chain saw blade that pierced his stomach, stepped forward and entered the defensive area of ​​the think tank curator. The other's head.

The think tank curator retreated, his forehead was smashed and a line of blood was left behind.

But Golgerie chased after him, slashed the opponent's chain saw sword with a decisive move, cut open the weaker crotch connection of the power armor, and spilled a bunch of blood. .

Salperton tried to fight back. These injuries have not yet affected the rest of his genetically strengthened body. He pulled the chain saw blade along Gorge’s left shoulder armor, trying to cut into the side of the opponent’s neck , But was immediately stopped and locked by the power sword.

"Die! Traitor!"

Gorgerie's roaring hands plowed the think tank curator's breastplate with his sword, pierced his back with it, and then again Draws out his sword.

I was pierced and opened, and Sarpedon fell to his knees on his knees.

"Um..."

Everyone froze. Obviously, the outcome was divided.

Salperton covered his wound, but blood still kept overflowing from his body, like a broken water tank.

Soon, his legs were infested in his own blood.

"This is the price of betrayal, forgive me, brother."

Gorgri stepped forward and put a glove on the head of the dying think tank. Like some kind of blessing ceremony.

And his sword slowly moved towards the opponent's neck.

"I don’t want to do this either, but Chapter can’t become rebellious. It’s my responsibility."

But at the moment when he was about to swing his sword, Gorgri found himself in his hands. His sword is as heavy as a thousand catties.

Is he really going to kill the respected think tank curator in front of everyone?

Is there really no turning point for things?

"You were wrong..."

A distant whisper came from the head of the think tank curator, and Gorgri was stunned for a moment.

"What--"

Suddenly, all the lighting equipment in the hall began to burn, and the air filled with a disgusting smell of rotten meat and spoiled dairy products. The blood on the ground began to wriggle like life, forming an evil symbol.

Salpedon lifts the head abruptly.

At that moment, he stopped whispering, and Gorge froze in place.

The young Chapter suddenly fell into a world of blood and fire, surrounded by corpses in purple power armor, piled high like a mountain.

A dozen standing corpses surrounded him, most of them mutilated, some with weapons in them.

They stared at him with silent eyes, pointed at him, and yelled at him:

"You failed!"

"You killed him Everyone!"

"Losers!"

Gorgri turned around in panic, suddenly he saw the face of one of them, that was the predecessor who gave Chapter to him Chapter is long.

"You have failed us! You have failed the honor of Chapter!"

"No—I—"

In reality, Golgrey’s eyes are dull, Stiff in place, muttering to himself, he is already in a illusion.

This is a secret passed down from generation to generation in the Chapter Think Tank of Soul Drinkers. They will also awaken an innate talent when they awaken their psionic energy. This innate talent allows them to directly hit the enemy’s spiritual world and drag the opponent Into the most feared illusion in the heart.

It is also called "Hell Coming" by think tanks.

When it was confirmed that Gorgri was trapped in the illusion, the think tank curator jumped up, he jumped to his brother, his chapter leader.

And this unexpected assault made Gorgerie's balance, skills, and tactics useless.

In the moment he woke up, they turned back into a pair of wrestling brothers, they caught each other and rolled on the ground, with both hands pinching each other's neck.

After a while of confusion, Salperdon entrenched himself above Leon's body.

"What is this!!!"

The voice of surprise came from the onlookers of warriors.

Salperton's lower body began to boil violently, twisting and twisting in an unnatural way, flesh and skeleton swelling and surging like fluid.

And he himself, began to scream.

First, the armor began to deform, and then the endless mutations caused his power armor to split in half from the waist. The blood vessels surging with electricity traversed his pale skin, and the crystal frost emerged. On the body.

Soon, in the horrible sound of flesh and skeleton deforming, Salperdon’s body suddenly stood upright. Below his waist, he could no longer distinguish the contours of any limbs, swollen tissues and bursting energy. Twisting on him, the scream turned into a vague and crazy laugh.

In the blink of an eye, the former think tank curator disappeared.

Now, a monster appeared in front of everyone, with a tattered black cloak resting on its armored shoulders, organic spines emerged from under its rag cloak, eyes burning The unquenchable flame.

And it doesn't even need a weapon, because its lower body has become a spider-shaped limb with a long sharp claw at the end, and it has tasted the blood of Gorge.

It used to be an Astarte cultivator, but now it has been filled with Power of Primal Chaos.

Pale pink saliva slid down Salperdon's sharp teeth, and both of his hands hooked Gorgeli's neck.

In order to enhance the slowest and cruel form of murder, the killer looked directly into the eyes of the prey.

"Die."

Mumbled like a curse, intermittently emerging from the bleeding lips.

"You never deserve to be a chapter long!"

Like the other side of the mirror image, Gorge's gloves also held the opponent's throat tightly.

But the opponent's advantage is obviously greater.

The sharp mutated lower limbs pierced through Gorge's body, nailing his whole person to the ground, piercing one of his hearts, causing blood to constantly flow out of his mouth, almost drowning him.

"Go to death! Go to death!"

Salperdon shook Gorge's neck and smashed the opponent's head on the hard rock ground again and again.

"Go to death now! Go back to the dark hell!"

"Chapter is long!"

The recruits roared, drew their weapons, and At this time Iktinos stood up and shouted:

"No one is allowed to interrupt this duel!"

The veterans also pointed their guns at their former compatriots.

At this time, Sarperdon had picked up the sword dropped by Gorge, raised high.

"Death--"

"Stop it!!!"

With a stern shout, the people in the main control hall were kicked away, holding the holy Soshian of Yanjian rushed up quickly, followed by Sol and Saivita.

But Sarpedon turned a deaf ear to his ears, and the long sword stabbed with force.

"No——————"

In an instant, the blood light splashed, and the chain saw blade placed on the top of the Savita long halberd began to roar.

"fuck off!!!!"

Soshian rushed towards Sarpedon, crashing like a tank and flying the opponent out.

The power of this blow made Salperdon almost paralyzed. He was struggling to wriggle on the ground. Soshian was furious. The gray marrow was automatically activated. A kind of cold from in the depth of one's soul made think tanks. The curator couldn't help screaming.