God Emperor’s Angel of Death

Although the main green-skin forces of Fren's Star have long been defeated, their remnants are still stubbornly resisting under the dead planet.

Malagin’s idea is very simple. He will kill every green skin in this world in order to achieve their salvation.

And overwhelming majority time, he will come to the front line to command operations.

Under his command, every weeper warrior knows his mission, and his actions have been upgraded to a more subtle level.

In front of him, the greenskins acted hesitantly and bound their feet-their roars were dumb, their heavy blows were deflected, and their tenacious was melted away.

As the bloody broad sword flies up and down, the heavy blade has been wrapped in a blood coat by the unusual blood. Chapter is invincible and points straight to the center of the green-skinned underground network.

"The Watcher of the Abyss," as the warriors call him.

This gloomy nickname comes from the deep sadness and resentment in Malakin's heart. This sadness and resentment comes from the rough experience of Chapter.

When the warriors feel his state of mind, they will become extremely cruel and almost suicidal, rushing to the forefront. Too much suffering makes Chapter gradually turn into worshipping death and sacrifice.

Even so, the first thing they must do is to destroy the enemy.

On this day, the weepers finally found the last underground fortress in Greenskin. They have been searching for it for several months.

The ground around the warriors shook due to the high temperature, and the walls themselves gave off gloomy red light.

The lava sprayed from the restless surface of the wide lake of fire, splashing on the stalactites protruding from the high roof, and there was only one path across the purgatory-one was ten meters wide and one hundred long. Rice's reflective rock bands were thrown from the mixer below like an uncoordinated queue.

The mountain road is flat and wide, climbing all the way to the last gate-the entrance to the innermost fortress of the entire underground complex.

The greenskins gathered in groups in front of the gate, they knew this was their last battle.

They gathered in front of the heavy stone piers, and each pier was decorated with their strange and rough Divine Idol. The skin of these Xenos was almost black under the fire.

This is the largest group of their kind, and now they are throwing into the fight with rage, roaring with an uncontrollable militant mood.

In the middle of the causeway, the heavy-loaded big guys broke into the queue of the weepers, and an evenly matched fight began.

At the same time, a vortex composed of ammunition and energy weapons whizzed out from under the huge door lintel, spraying death towards the lava gushing below.

The elites of the weepers fought with the oncoming waves of aliens. Malakin personally faced a giant beast in heavy armor. They fought together at the top of the mountain's mouth. , The two giants fought violently in the jumping flames.

This probably only lasted ten seconds.

"Dead!!!"

Malagin angry roar, the bloody broad sword crossed an arc, and then the huge green-skinned head flew high and landed in the lava .

After that, the headless body fell to the ground, causing a small earthquake.

Malagin got out of the fight, staring at the violent fire waves, his cloak snapped in the violent strong wind.

The body of the green-skinned boss was swallowed in that gust of wind, burned, and finally turned into ashes.

Immediately after Malakin lifts the head, although the surrounding purgatory is still burning, everyone is enveloped by a murderous aura that penetrates into the soul.

He only said three words, and the voice suddenly became empty and desolate.

"Come with me."

Then he moved forward alone, his behavior changed from luxurious to night-like horror.

Malagin waved his knife gloomily, cutting the air like a whispered wind, bringing up one after another arc of turbid liquid.

The green skins flinched, the roar was swallowed back to the throat, and the bluff suddenly became cautiously.

Malagin continued to kill, he rushed into the formation, first released his heavy swing, then accelerated, faster and faster, more and more fierce, until he entered a state similar to black anger .

For the heirs of the holy blood angels, as soon as they enter this state, all thoughts will kill, and there is almost no deviation between intentions and actions. Revenge has become a kind of life that has both extensions and connotations. Things.

Under the envelope of irresistible revenge, the holy blood angel caught in black anger will slaughter everything in front of him.

Black anger comes from the original body of the holy blood angel, San Giles. When he was killed by Horus on the soul of vengeance, the huge pain left his Legion with a strong Psionic Mark.

When this mark is activated, the holy blood angels will fall into a real illusion. They will become the echo of the former gene father on the soul of vengeance, and regard themselves as angels who are dying. Everything in front of us is an enemy that should be destroyed.

The holy blood angel in this state is almost uncontrollable, so the black fury has also become a terrifying curse for the noble angels.

But weepers are an exception. This is an ancient secret of their Chapter.

Their ancestors defeated Black Fury by some means, and there are very few warriors that can use the power of Black Fury in a rational state.

Malagin is one of them.

If he used to kill freely, then it is now a complete slaughter, almost breaking the boundary between divine and demon.

Even the Astartes, who have been accustomed to hysterical violence for a long time, keep quiet out of fear.

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of Xenos fell under his knife.

And Xenos' weapons can't touch him at all.

They looked up at him, and then they were swept away.

Some non-green skins tried to fight together, but were torn into whimpering pieces.

Malagin rushed through the herd, spreading a bloody road around him, killing like a ghost in the endless darkness, silent like a tombstone, and biting like a night wind.

After one minute, it is almost difficult to see Malakin's silhouette.

He hides behind a drapery of cut flesh and splashing blood, a primordial force burns in the Xenos team, dark and magnificent.

In the entire battle, the greenskins tried to escape for the first time, trying to escape from the yellow demon who was stomach rumbling with hunger.

But they have no space, no time, and no hope.

Most of them were caught when they turned around, cut from their backs, and their necks severed.

A few managed to return to the gate, huddled and shivered in the shadow of the larger monster, which was the hair of their warlord.

The green-skinned warlord shuffled, staggered back into the door, and assumed an attitude of desperately trying to the end.

But its trembling power claws betrayed its heart.

Afterwards, Malakin walked past the edge of the gate, and none of the green skins just came out to stop him.

Soon, all the screams of Xenos came from the other side of the door, and the screams were repeated, suffocating.

This chorus of horror and panic continued without any relief.

Ten minutes later, a wailing warrior slowly approached the gate, his boots creaking on the corpse road.

When he approached, Malakin appeared again.

Yellow's armor has been soaked in blood, and thick Xenos blood is ticking from each layer's armor pieces and sides.

His cloak was shattered, and the blade became a stream of Xenos blood, but he was still standing with his head high, the feeling of killing has disappeared, leaving only numbness.

After a few seconds, they looked at each other, their faces were covered by helmets.

Heat waves are burning around them.

For a moment of silence, Malakin stretched his hand to his neck guard and took off his helmet, revealing some thin cheeks.

His eyes flashed with dim light, as if some kind of Evil Power's flash still lingered, even if the reason for its existence has disappeared, he still clings to this soul.

The use of the power of black anger is not without cost, the deep sorrow and despair before the original body's death will still haunt him.

"Chapter is long, is it over?"

The soldier asked softly.

"We just received a message on the track."

Malagin walked swayingly, locking the helmet to the armor, the blood around him was still flowing, and now he It was as fresh as the angel San Giles, although not as beautiful as that.

After calming down a bit, Malakin was nodded and put the knife in its sheath.

"It's over here, what's the news?"

"News from the Astral Whisperer, Soshian Chapter of Astral Knight invites you to a meeting on Nathan 4th. "