God Emperor’s Angel of Death

"Talos?"

Although the voices around me kept reminding, the Prophet did not answer. Instead, he gritted his teeth and pulled the trigger, shooting out tracer bullets to illuminate the darkness Tunnel.

The digital rune on the helmet tactical retina gradually disappeared, shrinking every second, and at this time the rotating barrel of the assault gun began to emit brighter red rays of light under the pressure of overheating.

"Talos."

The voice was hoarse again.

"Don't go too far forward."

The assault gun made a roar, and then it slowly sank.

Talos wanted to refute, but didn't know what to say-Cyrion was correct.

However, the frustration still exists.

Hunting has changed again.

Talos stopped in stride, letting the stabilizer and servo system on the leg armor help him achieve this goal.

The gun barrel shook in the cold air, Xenos’ corpses were scattered under his feet, and Cyrion and Marku approached with heavy steps. The sound of their joints rubbing and heavy Footsteps filled the tunnel.

They all put on Terminator armor, and the double explosive bombs on their arms all showed the tainted Imperium Eagle.

"My ammunition is almost running out."

Maku said in a low voice:

"It's time to put on our power armor and split up again. , The slaughter is pleasant, but they are trying to avoid us."

Talos nodded.

"I will miss these armaments."

"I will too."

Marku answered with a smile.

"I can't remember how many such despicable Xenos we killed. At the last crossroads...there were so many in this group."

Maku Shen used him His twin blaster shot the bloody corpse that was destroyed.

"About 94"

"These are just dregs."

Syrion turned his fangs helmet to Markushen.

"But where are those screaming bitches? I haven't hit it yet."

"Neither did I."

Talos carried regrets Speaking of.

"The first one was not hit. Only the weak died like worms. None of the howling banshees died."

Corosa, who was once a technical sergeant, left. In the end, his armor was washed clean with blood. His helmet was not in the eighth Legion style, but a cruelly curved horn was exposed from the bridge of the nose of the panel.

"They are the Priestess of Xenos War God."

The prophet turned his head to look at him, and no one said a word for a while.

"What did you just say?"

Corosa snorted.

"I have tortured the prisoners of Spirit Race in the past, I probably know some."

"No matter what they are, we should return to the Third Lie Claw to gather."

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"Talos."

Suddenly, a voice rang in the communication channel.

The prophet hesitated for a while, but the name rune did not flash on the display of his helmet. .

But this voice is familiar enough.

"Valiel?"

"Brother, I am in the ruins above. We must talk."

"No, please let this Becoming a dirty joke, I ordered you to leave for a reason, fool."

"Listen to me, Talos."

Then Talos listened carefully. Brother's explanation, even though Valer's explanation was rushed and fragmented.

It took a while for Talos to roughly understand what he meant.

"Let's go to the third fierce claw."

He immediately ordered the other fierce claws.

"Valiel, don't go down here. The tunnel is full of Spirit Race."

"Will you come back to the ground?"

Talos himself was not sure.

"Possibly, you just need to stay hidden now."

When the first and third claws finally meet, the howling banshees are back again .

The Third Lie Claw has been reduced to four warriors, and their slain compatriots are left in the corridor.

This time, Lord Midnight is ready.

In the past few hours, they chased their prey in the corridor, satisfying their hearts in a way that has never been done before, but now they are facing each other.

Xenos howled through the team of the eighth Legion, only to see the vague blade and the fluttering bun.

Talos heard a roar from one of his brothers.

"We are outnumbered!"

But the limbs and blades pressed against him made all the information meaningless, and the two female demons in front of him screamed and raised With their swords, Talos felt a cold touch creeping in his muscles, slowing him down.

"Long live! Lord of the Night!!!"

Talos uttered his own scream, a roar from three lungs and an enhanced breathing system , And with the help of the loudspeaker in the helmet, the intensity of the scream was increased tenfold.

The surviving night lord heard the shout and accelerated his heartbeat.

The tactics of the banshees until now are to deafen the crowd with howling sounds, making the enemy soft before killing.

But now, Talos now uses it to deal with these screamers.

The three Xenos long swords broke all at once. When the harmonious and savage scream reached its climax, the eyeglasses of several banshees cracked at the same time.

Then the howl of the lord at midnight suddenly disappeared, and Talos slammed his fist, injuring the head of the first banshee, smashing her skull and shoulder bones.

The second man staggered back amidst the shouts, but was immediately shot to pieces by the assault cannon.

Talos put down the empty assault gun, reached out for his blaster, and took a deep breath—preparing to scream again.

But suddenly, his throat seemed to be blocked by something.

On the side, Cyrion punched Xenos in the stomach and also broke her breastbone and spine.

When her two weak legs hung on him, he lowered his head and slammed his helmet into the opponent's body.

"Did you hear that?"

Everyone yelled, Talos also closed his mouth, he felt his heart speeding up uncontrollably.

"It's footsteps."

Talos said calmly, realizing that something was approaching.

"It's not the sound of footsteps, that's too fast."

Serion tried to refute, pushing hard twice before removing the twisted body from the horns.

When he stood up straight again, there was a cracking sound in his neck.

Then Cyrion heard it too.

Talos is right, this is the sound of footsteps.

"What's that?"

On the steps, there is a rapid rhythm gently hitting the stone, echoing in the corridor, as loud as the wind on the curve.

Talos stood on top of the two killed Spirit Race girls, blood dripping from his curled fingers.

Now, all the calls have stopped, and the only sound is the sound of footsteps.

"What is it?"

Syrion repeated his question again.

Talos took a deep breath and answered with trembling.

"A storm of flesh and blood, a rain of sharp blades, she is walking in the sky."

The prophet licked his teeth with his tongue, tasting the sourness of his gums.

"Just like a silent rainstorm."