God Emperor’s Angel of Death

The dazzling light penetrated the darkness.

This is a team of soul drinkers, moving slowly, not impatient or impatient, and carrying a certain confidence to perform a task.

The group was scattered throughout the cabin, turning over the debris, checking the traces on the wall, and their internal voices ticking as they talked to each other.

They even communicate in sign language frequently.

This arouses the interest of the hunters who observe them, because he can also master Astarte's combat gestures proficiently.

He watched curiously how the enemy betrayed himself easily.

The hunter silently watched the shining light spear cut from this direction and that direction, exposing the wreckage deep in the hulk.

They are looking for something.

Obviously, the goal is the same as myself.

They have doubts about this ship.

This is also very natural, anyone would have doubts about a hulk that suddenly appeared, but this is not even a mystery to a hunter.

A trap deployed by a loser who tries to control his destiny.

not worth mentioning.

Thinking of the hunter here, he smiled and whispered a word to the machine spirit on Battle Armor. This sentence told the soul of Battle Armor that the hunt was really about to begin.

"Hunting vision."

The next second, his vision was filled with the deep blue like the sea, rendered by the thermal light emitted by the moving lifeform.

The hunter watched the team move forward and divided into two teams with five people in each team.

This will become very interesting.

Under the bat wings bone helmet, there was a deep laughter. He hadn't hunted like this for a long time.

Probably—

It's been ten thousand years.

He chose to follow behind a team of horses and followed them through the corridor. He knew that the harsh rumbling sound of his power armor and the noise made by its servo connectors would not be dazzled by those minds. Novice heard.

Of course, the word "rookie" may be used incorrectly, lacking respect for the enemy.

They are also Astartes after all, and they are also hunters-the weaker kind.

The pale lips of the former midnight lord curled into another sly smile.

Oh, how unfortunate.

Savita monitored the readings of his retina display. He endured the strong desire to click to confirm the rune. The hunt would be so easy that he didn't even need to use his own psychic innate talent.

After all, purity lies in the precepts of certain things until they become necessary.

His mask flashed with the position of Thor and Soshian rune. After noticing their position on the ship, the hunter started to move. He hadn't splashed Astarte with blood in the dark for a long time.

Perhaps he is a powerful warrior, but he is even more a terrifying killer.

Savita prefers to hunt in the dark.

A real hunter will not avoid being seen by his prey, only when the prey is killed does he reveal his stalking is just the behavior of cowards and ghoul.

Where is the excitement?

A midnight lord is raised by other more real laws.

Savita walks through the shadows like a ghost, judging the strength of the opponent's auditory receptors.

What can they hear...

He followed them through a corridor, and then rubbed the metal wall with the knuckles wearing the hand armor.

The soul drinkers immediately turned around and shone on his face with the light beams from their helmets.

This seems to have worked, and the hunters have to admire them.

As long as there is half a heartbeat of the world, rays of light will illuminate his vision and make him blind.

Sevita completely ignored the beam, and when they opened fire, they had disappeared in the shadow of a side corridor.

Five minutes later he came back to the door.

This time he set a gorgeous trap, waiting for an opportunity.

He put his battle halberd in their way.

It’s like an invitation to go directly into the cabin to get it. Obviously this is a trap.

But how can they resist?

The soul drinkers are very alert. They raised their explosive guns to scan around, and their spirits entered a state of alert.

They recognized this battle halberd, the weapon that killed many of their brothers before, when they did not understand why this thing appeared here, and involuntarily stepped forward to check it.

Then Savita left the ceiling.

He landed on the deck behind the soul drinker with a bang, and the armor of both hands threw forward and caught the last member of the team.

Another instinct turned around and shot.

"Don't--"

After firing three explosive bombs at his brother's body, Savita couldn't help laughing at the guy's stupidity.

The Lord of Midnight held the trembling human shield against him tightly, and watched the thermometer on his retina flicker, because the blood of the dying man splattered his Battle Armor.

The trembling soul drinker was nothing but a bag of frozen meat in his hands. The explosion arrow detonated, which almost killed the man, and the power armor was also torn apart.

"Good fight."

Savita said to the crackling audio in the helmet, throwing the bloody shield aside, jumping to the other, fingers like The giant claw is also open.

The battle is cruel and short.

The Lord of Midnight was as fast as a gust of wind. He grabbed the blasting gun directly from the opponent's backhand, then directly slammed the muzzle into the person's eyepiece, and then pulled the trigger.

The helmet was smashed after the gunshot, and Savita let go and let the man fall.

Two shots were fired, and the bullet passed through his cloak, making two large holes.

Then he turned around and pulled out the battle halberd, waved his arms in the rumbling sound, and cut off the two soul drinkers.

Blood rolled out.

The fifth person tried to slash with the sword. Savita slammed the opponent's chest with the end of the battle halberd, knocking that person to the ground, and then he stepped up and broke the opponent's arm.

"This looks very crisp."

Sevita bent over, and after seeing the eyepieces, hatred burned in the warrior's eyes.

What the man is yelling, should be scolding him.

Sevita wasted a few seconds just to appreciate this sentence, this kind of desperate feeling, and the pleasure when the prey is struggling.

Then he smashed the mask with his fist and cracked the helmet with one blow.

One punch, two punches, three punches--

until the opponent stops moving.

"Savita."

At this time, the voice channel sounds si si.

"Let's talk, Thor."

"We have encountered the fear demon."

"This is not an accident, and you can't guess it. "

"Are you done with things over there?"

"Brother, you see, this hulk is as empty as Soshian’s head, there is nothing of value, I’m even The servant didn’t even see it. How did I tell me to find that stuff? The ghost knows where the subspace hides it."

Savita cut off the voice server as he walked through the black corridor. He has already Some can't stand Thor's chatter anymore.

Now he must be alone and finish the work seriously.

This is not voluntary, everything he has done so far is not voluntary, but there is no way, after all, the root of all this is -

The sins of the father .