God Emperor’s Angel of Death

Realizing that he is facing a believer in Evil God Nurgle, Soshian withdraws and backs away, and Copras also pulls his weapon back-its shape has been condensed into a long belt With the long sword on the broken edge of the sawtooth, blood constantly dripped from the sharp edges of its teeth like weeping.

"Your death has been arranged."

The jagged long sword slammed forward, and Soshian dodged and followed the opponent chasing and cutting.

At this time, the door of the hall suddenly opened, and dozens of plague warriors slowly walked into it with a foul-smelling trail-they all have characteristics similar to those of their allegiance, curved and swollen supernatural sicknesses , The once sophisticated Battle Armor was covered with dirt and corrosion.

As soon as the plague warrior appeared, he started to shoot with the guns in his hand. At the same time, more subspace creations also poured out from the altar, killing and forming a group with Space Marine and the nuns.

The scene was chaotic for a while.

Soshian twisted to avoid the strange weapon, and then caught the moment when his opponent's defense opened up.

So he rushed forward, and all his will, and the reaction achieved through years of training were all fuse into this rush.

But the opponent flashed aside at a speed completely incompatible with his body shape, his body shape and movements seemed to have not moved at all except for the missing moment.

A black afterimage remains in the original place of Coplac, dissipating in the air like an indentation.

Soshian missed a hit, and the opponent immediately counterattacked.

The sword changed again-now it is a black mace, with sharp spikes on its heavy head, like an explosion frozen like a night, with flames falling behind it.

Soshian's sword caught up with the blow, but it was still too late.

The impact shook him back a few steps, and he felt that his sword arm was under the shock wave of the counter-shock, and his bones seemed to be broken.

"Good job."

Soshian let out a low growl, and the creatures screamed and slid away to avoid him.

An invisible cold wind gradually enveloped the hall.

Koperas is only five steps away from him, holding the nail hammer high on his head with both hands, and the dark pits in his eyes remain unmoved.

He turned his neck and shoulders slowly and casually.

"Are there untouchables here?"

Kopras asked softly, when he stretched his limbs, a chill suddenly flowed through his body, making him feel very painful.

He has not felt the cold or warm for many years, let alone the pain.

"Where are they hiding?"

Years of experience told him that this phenomenon can only be caused by the soulless.

And the effect is so obvious, there should be more than one.

But Soshian didn't answer, he just swung his sword to smash the opponent's fallen mace.

"There is no secret in the subspace. I can see your heart and your destiny. My dear father has handed your ending to my hands to complete! You will never leave alive Here! I will never live to see the collapse of this hypocritical Imperium!"

Soshian felt the cold wind blowing over his limbs, and moved forward in silence, long sword holding high.

Kopras moved so fast that it didn't seem to be true—the shadow and the oily smoke dragged behind him again.

Soshian wanted to capture him, but the black mace suddenly hit his chest.

But he just shook his legs, motionless-the Terminator armor resisted the blow.

The world around him began to shatter, becoming smaller and smaller, turning into a boundless pit that pulled him into it.

But he couldn't actually see it at all, and the only sound was the muffled thunder heard in both ears.

He didn't feel the sword in his hand at all, didn't feel the broken pieces of his armor at all.

"Use me, use me, use me...free me."

A whisper hovered in his mind, a magic tome hidden on his waist.

But Soshian rejected it.

"No."

Next moment, the world began to roar at him through sound and color. It is a sound that can make people deaf and a light that can brighten the blind.

He can see it.

A figure stood five meters in front of him, the black ink on the armor twisted and scattered into the air, the mace in his hand flickered and changed into other shapes, and then changed back again.

Many creatures with swollen limbs, ulcerated skin, and wild beast faces swayed behind him, and the chaotic and chaotic fighting fire would light up the vault from time to time.

Kopras's mouth suddenly split open, and blue smoke and tiny flies emerged from between the yellowed teeth as they breathed.

"Die."

He waved the black mace on his head.

At that moment, Soshian stabs forward.

At this moment, the heavy Terminator is just like his skin, without feeling at all. His speed even broke through the sound barrier, hitting the opponent directly in the loud noise.

The tip of the long sword just pierced into the lower part of the edge of the Coplac's breastplate, and the blade tremblingly cut into it, piercing through the armor, flesh and blood and skeleton, and piercing into the power backpack behind the opponent.

Suddenly, a ball of flame burst out from the Sacred Flame Sword, and the flammable chemicals mixed with the exploded energy overflowed from the cut power line.

The flame quickly swallowed Copras's body, overwhelming any painful and surprised howls.

But he himself did not feel the heat at all, only the boundless chill, dragging his fallen soul into the endless darkness of despair——

Then his chest exploded. Come.

Corpus fell backwards, and the flames and flying sparks evaporated and burned the blood before it reached the ground.

Soshian stepped on the opponent's chest with one foot, pulled out his long sword, and held it down with his backhand.

The tip of the sword rushed into the foul-smelling mouth and inserted through the head into the polished stone surface.

Soshian stood and stopped for a second, swaying, trying to suppress the cold hollowness.

The battle unfolded beside him, and the creatures became staggered and dull, their limbs and tendons trembling as if some key connection had been severed.

After that, an invisible cold wind blew across the hall, and a green flame suddenly raged from the fallen creatures.

Astral Knights pursued the victory and hacked the creatures, even though they were being torn to pieces by Wind of Death at this time, and the plague warriors were also defeated after the leader's death.

Adriana Willets had been hunting down a Nurgle spirit riding a fat maggot before, but unfortunately the opponent finally escaped back to the subspace.

Now she is walking among the fallen, guarded by her sisters on both sides.

The nun's power armor roared, and some damage to her backpack did not affect her actions.

Before she walked to Soshian's side, she stopped and shot a explosive bomb into a trembling body composed of broken muscles and a half-pull human figure.

Soshian kept his head down, the black weapon still stopped in the plague warrior's hands, constantly changing appearance and black smoke, like newly forged iron.

"What is this?"

"This thing is called the Shadow Symbiosis. It is said to be made by word bearers. It is also called dead skin. It is very dangerous, but it is. .. It’s very valuable in that place, a small piece is already invaluable, such a big piece, Huron is really rich and imposing."

Talos was one step ahead of the nuns, and he picked up the drop. Then use the sword to pick up the twisted material, put it back into the box, and then close it again and bind it with a chain.

"I have time to deal with it later."

But Soshian was not listening.

In his chest, his heart beats in a cold melody-the melody of blade and sword collide.

Slowly converging the power of the gray marrow, Soshian drew his sword from the rapidly decayed skull of the plague warrior.

The body of the Chaos Space Marine immediately slid to the side, the broken power armor began to decompose, the flesh and blood attached to it was scorched and shattered into fly ash, and then it was raised by an unnatural wind.

You can faintly hear the wailing wailing in the wind——