God Emperor’s Angel of Death

"It's nothing, it just feels...something is happening."

Soshian walked through the door leaf and looked back at the hall where he fought.

Blood covered the ground like a shiny blood coat, among the armored bodies stacked on top of each other, a little gray was dotted among the dirty scarlets.

In the damage statistics, five warriors of Astral Knight fell inside.

I have to say that once the number reaches a certain scale, the tenacious nature of the undead blood will be reflected. In such a high-intensity battle, only five people were killed and the remaining two dozen were injured. Even some people have reached the standard of fatal injury, but still survived.

Their Larryman organs and meninges functioned with efficiency beyond normal standards.

Suddenly, Soshian's eyes focused on a severed arm. It was the hand of a certain red pirate. He was holding an obsidian dagger tightly. This thing made him feel a bit tingling in his eyes.

Adriana Willets looked at Soshian as if in a daze, so she reminded in a low voice:

"Soshian Chapter is long, there is a battle waiting for you."

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"Sorry...I am distracted."

The nun then took a string of rose beads from her waist and handed it to Soshian.

"It will keep you away from evil interference."

Soshian didn't say anything, nodded held it tightly.

After that, Soshian led everyone forward in this conservative and profanity star fort, trying hard to approach the target and causing as much damage to the enemy as possible.

Adriana Willets and her sisters are always on the front line.

Since the first contact with the enemy, the nun team has suffered damage. A nun was hit by a heavy explosive and fell to the deck without making a sound.

In the follow-up battle, the enemy rushed to them continuously, as if endless.

The controllers of Starcastle have realized that they need to retain the precious Astarte battle strength, so they have begun to put a large number of cultists and mortals into the battlefield to delay the pace of the Imperium side.

Those cultists are smelling of blood all over, and the number is amazing. Without Astral Knight, the nuns would be swallowed by the tide of heresy in a moment.

But this doesn’t matter to Adriana Willets, his wish has been fulfilled-to face the enemy’s bloodthirsty eyes and personally split the enemy with the blade in his hand. Armor, able to fight side by side with the great warrior.

This is enough for her.

At this moment, there is no longer any desire for honor in her heart, just thinking about how to bring more harm to these human enemies.

The nuns rushed to their opponents with unimaginable determination, and staged revenge with the Astral Knights, cutting the enemy into pieces.

The Astarte of the Red Pirate is mixed in the mortal slave.

In the narrow passage, the smaller size of the nuns becomes an advantage.

They are able to constantly shuttle through the gap flexibly, harass their opponents, hit the opponent's joints, eyepieces and other fragile parts.

Astral Knights are fighting as always, especially Soshian wearing the Terminator. Nothing can stop the footsteps of this mythical giant.

The team continued to deepen, blazing a trail to reach the central area of ​​Starcastle.

Here, the array of thinkers and heavy machines are making all kinds of screams, as if a star fort is whispering profanity to them.

While running, Adriana Willets waved the power sword in her hand to destroy the facilities on the ship as much as possible. She enjoyed the feeling of cutting the devil's iron from the hull.

Whenever she ends the life of an enemy, she silently recites the name of a dead nun as a kind of comfort to the victim.

Finally, the team is close to the goal.

Because of fires and pipeline leaks, the entire area was extremely hot and foggy everywhere. The enemy's attacks became more frantic, and even the Astral Knights began to suffer casualties.

Adriana Willets witnessed a warrior was hit on the head by a power glove with a sharp blade and was killed on the spot.

However, the remaining warriors did not change their own battle method. Their offensive steps were perfect like a metronome, neither fast nor slow, just in line with the frequency of killing.

When Soshian stood in the sea of ​​blood on the corpse mountain, struggling to fight the enemy, Adriana Willets felt an abnormal gravitational attraction attracting herself, just like gravity.

It was something she had never seen but was extremely familiar with.

Finally, the team entered an open hall with a closed door at the far end with a small jagged gap.

While the nuns dealt with the threats of other enemies together, Soshian single-handedly solved a red pirate who leaped on him, and then looked towards the gate and launched a charge.

There are still more than a dozen unwilling heretics standing in front of everyone.

It didn't take a moment for the sacred blade and chain saw to cut them into pieces.

But when he was about to enter the gate, Soshian suddenly stopped and raised a hand, and his brothers stopped quietly behind him.

Adriana Willets can only stop.

A gate stood up ahead of them, twice the height of a Space Marine, shimmering due to the bronze and polished bones on it.

Soshian blinked, and when he looked towards them, there was an increasing pressure in his eyes.

At the edge of the line of sight, some shadows seem to start to shake.

"Because this is a trap."

He whispered, approaching the doors, Talos and Thor followed closely behind, their armor moving si si make a ring.

Adriana Willets followed afterwards, her fingers flexed on the handle of the gun.

"Why should you care? Just like what you always itch and want to do when you see these doors, kick it open."

Talos' abnormal behavior made Soshian a little bit Unexpectedly, but the other party just burst out laughing as a declaration, and then fiercely kicked to the door.

In an instant, the bronze and embedded bone decorations scattered into the air.

The door exploded inward, and the echo vibrated like a bell.

This is a crazy move, but now that it has started, there is only one way.

Soshian passed through the porch of the hall, and Red's threatening target burst out of his helmet's vision as if it had opened a pot.

Soon, he saw clearly what was waiting behind the translucent target mark.

Dozens of cultists dressed in red robe formed a ring around the center of the room. They were kneeling with their heads bare, each holding a small knife in both hands-like black glass, Dark iron or filthy crystals shone brightly.

In the center of them stood a human figure—his figure turned into black because it was covered with shadows, not real, a gray ossuary lying in front of him, shadow and unclean The light came out like smoke from inside it.

The air is trembling, pulsating with the low and rigid voice of chanting.

"Stop him! This is a goddamn warlock, he wants a summon demon."

Talos lowered his figure and turned to one side, his feet creaked when they stepped on the stone slab .

Adriana Willets’ pistol began to sing loudly, and every time before firing, there was a red flame on the muzzle, which was cyclically agitating.

The nearby cultists knelt on the spot and exploded. Their blood sang when they touched the ground, and Ghost Fire danced in the many skull eye sockets lined up on the roof and wall. The dim air is full of shadows not produced by light.

Soshian didn't move, he fixed his gaze to the silhouette standing alone.

The gunfire suddenly stopped.

The black silhouette looked up, and a lot of reddish rune curled up under his feet, as if many poisonous snakes were climbing.

The opponent's whole person is shrouded in the black mist, Soshian can only vaguely see the opponent's mouth open and spit out a word.

"Sacrifice."

The sound rolled through the twisted air.

In the next second, as if it were a person, each cultist neatly lifted the dagger and inserted it under his cheek.