God Emperor’s Angel of Death

The entire world freezes and stops when the ceremony is completed.

The light turns into darkness, and the darkness turns into blind day.

A single high-pitched sound echoed and spread, roaring and extinguishing all other sounds.

For a long time, a disgusting faint fragrance spread like a tendon.

Then the cultists all began to float from the ground, blood and smoke spewed out of their mouths, and the whole body stood up and trembling as if pulled by a string.

Soon, their skin cracked, and something came out of the broken flesh, shiny and lubricated by blood.

After a while, the eyes, mouth, and bone spurs dissolve and change all over the body, as if some unnatural things occupy them first, and then gradually turn into entities in them step by step.

Many warriors who have never seen such a scene take a step back involuntarily.

Only Soshian in the middle remains unchanged.

His eyes became cold, they were indifferent eyes, but with a strong fighting intent.

Soshian felt a sound burst in his mind, extracting his thoughts, he could feel the thoughts, doubts and memories coming out like soap bubbles without his own control, and broken one after another. .

At this moment, he saw the only road paved in front of him-there was only the long sword in his hand, only the enemy in front of him, and the only feeling he could allow.

Pure and shiny, like a light in the dark.

Soshian blinked, and the world returned to normal in an instant.

He ran forward, and the shield wall formed by the warriors had broken open. Everyone knew that the battle had turned into a violent storm of swords and sharp claws.

The stench filled the air, and the creatures leaped towards him, their claws stretched out from the ends of their limbs.

Soshian's sword pierced the top of the deforming head and cut it in half instantly, letting the blood and pus mist in the air.

Even through the helmet, he can smell the internal residue and the indescribable rancid smell.

The gunshots roared in the vicinity, and the roars of the creatures also rose with Tengnao jumping forward.

Talos threw his sword, and the weapon revolved round and round, and the active position pulled out the lightning remaining behind it.

It hit the nearest wild beast, the thing struggled, and the black cracks spread all over the body.

But the creature did not die. None of those things died. Instead, they crowded around the warriors, even if they kept shooting.

I don’t know when, a large number of insect swarms began to fly in the air. They were fat and disgusting flies. They shrouded everyone's heads like a black mist, and they didn’t stop. The bodies of those creations come in and out.

Soshian caught a glimpse of a warrior's visor with an effortless stroke of a bony claw.

Blood, rays of light flashed in the air suddenly.

When Soshian slashed towards the enemy, it turned into an afterimage. He saw something surrounding the warrior's gun arm. Something stirred and flickered as if chewing flesh and blood.

The group of creatures rushed forward, and blood and sour drilling sounds came from the mouths of sharp teeth in the distance.

As he approached the warrior, his backhand was a sword, from left to right, as if a sickle had cut corn.

When he cut through, he felt the vibration of the sword passing through the skeleton.

An opening opened up in front of him, he inserted into it, stepped over the fallen warrior, swept the long sword back and forth-the creatures yelled at him as they retreated.

He looked towards below, the opponent's armor was mottled and clotted, and red blood bubbles and foam were spit out from the slit in the helmet.

"Get up quickly."

The warrior took Soshian's arm and pulled himself up and landed on the ground with his feet, but the blaster was still in his hand.

"I'm sorry, the chapter is long..."

He shook for a while, then shook his whole body, dripping with scattered blood as if a dog was shaking off his hair The same as the water in it.

The creatures left in front of them, retreating like a tide of rotten flesh and blood.

The noise of the battle and the rotten hum of Flying Insect still sang in the air, but at this moment it seemed to come from farther away.

The huge figure that had become dark and dark stood in front of them, and when he stepped forward, it seemed as if smoke was peeling off in front of him, and the creatures surrounding him were like wild beasts under the restraint. Cheering and whistling.

And when he uttered words, it was as if blood had covered broken glass.

"Astral Knight, the tyrant really underestimated you. You are not shivering in your old den waiting for death, but attacking here unexpectedly... But it is meaningless, death is still there. Waiting for you."

Suddenly, he stopped moving, then turned around, and extended his hand into a bone box opened on the altar.

"Shut up, traitor!"

Falzad took a sip and rushed forward. As he charged, new blood spilled from his wound.

Soshian squinted his eyes, and he noticed something moving in the box, something like a python tossing in black oil.

The chaotic Space Marine's hands surrounded it, and gray lightning lashed on his arm. As the pattern on the armor began to twist, the outline of the figure began to turn into an illusory shadow.

Falzad leaped high and smashed his axe down.

The next second, Soshian heard the powerful roar and saw the blood bursting out of Farzad's mouth.

That blow was not clean and elegant, it was the most primordial war slash-a fatal blow, quick and direct.

Black's figure turned around at a moderate pace, and the shape and outline became illusory shadow due to the rapid change.

After that, something hit Farzad's chest.

"Um—"

Falzad was shaken back by some unknown force and fell backward, folding down as if the rope had been chopped down.

Chaos Space Marine twitched and retracted the weapon with a sneer—its shape transforms and stretches among various shapes, and at the same time it solidifies and then dissolves, and si si sounds.

Falzad is now motionless on the ground, and the whispering shadow is sucking on his wound.

Just when the thing moved towards Falzad struck again, the burning holy flames held the blow.

The white light was scattered in the air, two weapons twirling each other.

"The flame and the wind tell your end!"

Chaos Space Marine roared, and at such a close distance, he was finally able to see the other side's face clearly.

This is a huge swollen monster. It is favored by the Spiritual God he believes in and becomes swollen. The damp dirt covered the layers of nails on his Battle Armor, and the unknown biochemical and mechanical dirt sealed the gaps between the nails.

The ceramic steel armor covering his torso and two legs was bent because of the melting and morbid expansion of the flesh and blood, and the long copper horns pierced through the holes in the damaged armor.

There are blood vessels growing on these long copper horns, which can be regarded as living things to some extent, with blood-like promethium flowing on them.

And on his shoulder, there is a tumor like a dead tree trunk, and there are constantly black maggots and flies coming in and out of it-the reason why he looks like he is wrapped in a black mist , It is precisely because these maggots and flies surround him tightly.

Each of those flies have the length of Space Marine's fingers, and their wings are long and thin, and they tremble.

But unlike the dirty and tattered armor, this man’s face is as dry and white as a corpse, looking more like a ghoul-hiding in a dusty place that has not been desecrated and has been untouched for centuries. Something in the covered catacombs.

The bright yellow within both eyes covered with blood is burning with the temperatureless subspace fire.

Hatred and contempt are constantly emerging from this fire.

The'Plague Sea Maggot' Kopras, the company commander of the former devotee Chapter, fell into the embrace of the Chaos Evil God Nurgle after a subspace trek and became a plague warrior.