God Emperor’s Angel of Death

"Sir, the last inspection of the fighter plane has been completed before takeoff."

Marcel Albert did not answer the human servant. The form and content of the man’s words Has long been overripe in the chest.

He has been staring at the machine parked on the apron in front of him, the polished metal shell gleaming in the flashing red light of the cave hangar, with blood drops of angel wings logo Spray on the wings and tail.

"For the one we cherish, we die in glory."

Albert chanted in a low voice, his fighter engine began to light up, and the air all around began to begin. singing.

"Let’s live up to the blood of San Giles."

A servant unplugged the cable connected to the back of the fighter, and a technical priest wearing a copper-colored robe walked around the fighter. Step, brass fingers flick the holy oil.

A skilled ground crew followed behind the technical priest, put away the temporary blocking plate of the weapon, and closed the inspection panels that were open everywhere.

Marcel Albert walked towards the fighter slowly and stepped into the cockpit. The interface on the back of the power armor was connected to the fighter's system.

The fighter has fully awakened, and he felt the process of nerve connection stinging his spine.

The pain of muscle and skeleton is like steel, weapons and flesh are forcibly combined, and the surging power of the fighters turned into a feeling of pushing back. He took a breath and felt complete.

He is driving a sword-tail interceptor, which is a conventional flying vehicle used by Astarte Legion during the Great Expedition.

Unlike other fighters, the pilot of the tail sword is not an extraordinary person, but Astarte.

The sword tail can fly in the atmosphere and in space, equipped with two dual laser cannons and a set of missile launchers. Her firepower and speed make her a very deadly opponent.

However, the design of the sword tail is very complicated and the range is limited, so compared to Astarte Legion, the Mechanical Society is not optimistic about them, and the latter prefers bigger angry fighters.

Therefore, on the eve of the end of the Great Expedition, except for Dark Angel and Ultramarine, almost all the sword tails of Legion were retired from the front line, but then because of the threat of rebellion, many Legions were forced to send them back into the battlefield. .

After the second army was built, this veteran finally disappeared in the Astartes’ armory.

But there has always been a sword tail formation in the hangar of the Mother of Tears.

During the long battle, this formation has gradually suffered losses, and due to the complex structure of the sword tail, it means that once it is damaged on the battlefield, there is almost no possibility of repairing it, and it can only be disassembled. Components.

To this day, there is only one sword-tail interceptor left in the hangar.

Marcel Albert is also the only tail-sword driver in Chapter. It has been more than 100 years since he took over this veteran from his mentor.

He has merged with it in a sense.

Like Marcel Albert, it has a unique name of its own-night spirit.

The name comes from a melancholy verse from the folk of Barr, as it has experienced.

But now, it has one more identity-the leader of the light of Baal platoon.

Marcel Albert unlocked the helmet on his legs, put it on his head, and then the canopy on the top slowly closed.

The yellow lights began to flicker in the hangar cave, and the sharp sirens joined the chorus of the fighter engines.

He closed his eyes, and the rough green lines began to appear in the right silver prosthetic eye that had been replaced thirty years ago.

Then he opened his eyes, the green projection and the real world are intertwined, and the rune that represents the state flashes in his cockpit system.

Many people compare Astarte to Knight, but in the eyes of Marcel Albert, this is a kind of ignorance and blind faith.

For a long time after the Great Rebellion, people have forgotten the essence of Astarte—they are actually highly specialized soldiers. Knifes and swords are only a small part of their art of war.

In the past, they are all Masters driving war machines, riding various steel beasts on the battlefield.

But since the second army was founded, such scenes have been very rare.

"All flying units."

He called through the communication channel.

"Flight is ready, countdown, young men."

Numbers circulate around the edge of the field of vision, the external explosion-proof door is opened, the metal barrier is lowered to the ground, and the red light pulse is in the distant darkness. Faintly discernible.

Marcel Albert increased his thrust, and the night spirit began to lift off.

On the other side of the tarmac, 16 war machines also lifted off in sequence, half of which were lightning, and generally furious, all of which were bright yellow.

This is a full dispatch of a flying platoon, but only in sufficient numbers.

There are more enemies than them.

"Heading, 76-12-12, on standby,"

"Is this a gloomy night, sir?"

His wingman pointed to him He greeted him informally, but Albert ignored it, although his shadowy lips evoked a smile.

"Confirm the mission mode."

Albert called to the flight tower.

"Command, here is Baal's Light platoon, waiting for permission to attack."

The static noise rang for a while, and the decreasing countdown rapidly dropped to zero.

"Baal’s Light platoon, allow the attack."

An officer’s voice came. Action matches.

"Received."

Albert replied in a deep voice, and then went to another channel.

"All weapons are activated."

The amber weapon rune turns green, the engine output power is fixed at a peak, and the fighter underneath begins to shake.

The countdown is zero.

The night spirit rushed forward and Albert exhaled a breath of air from his lungs.

The barriers in the sky and the flood of lasers approached him from the front. Albert drove the interceptor off the flight deck and flew onto the back of the battleship.

Behind him, platoon's fighter jets also flew out from the open hole, and the afterburner ejected one after another blue flame.

Shortly after flying into the War Zone, Albert was locked by the enemy's fire control system, the alarm began to sound, and the traces of the tracer and the flames of the explosion boiled in the sky.

He turned on the counter system, and the decoy bomb exploded in the wake.

Then Albert drove the fighter plane and climbed upward in a spiral manner. The wingman also followed closely from behind, maintaining a perfect formation.

The other fighter planes flying platoon scattered after flying out of the flight deck, spinning continuously in the blooming rays of light.

In the sky, the artillery fire on both sides has been intertwined, and even the asteroids and meteorites have been dyed with a different color.

The back of the Mother of Tears is like an undulating hill, the fort built in it is shining with fire, and the bright ocean is mixed with the light of small arms.

The battlefield was chaotic. Albert led Platoon to the front of the Mother of Tears and intercepted a group of bombers.

He will fight until there are no enemies in front of him. He lives and fights.

Faced with the high-speed interceptor platoon, the heavy bombers swayed and tried to evade, but were immediately slaughtered by lasers and missiles.

"The enemy interceptor is coming!"

Just as Albert used a series of bursts to explode a bomber, the voice of the wingman pilot suddenly sounded.

Subconsciously, Albert immediately reversed the direction, and the fighter was like an arrow from the string.

The bird guide screamed and reminded that it was locked, the red rune flashed in front of my eyes, and the automatic gun's fire lighted up the night sky.

"Turn left!"

Albert worked hard to get the night spirit out of the spiral, increase the horsepower, and the fuel warning immediately turned amber.

The sudden acceleration caused him to enter a state of semi-weightlessness. From the eyes of the semi-mechanical and semi-physical, you can see that his people are following all the time, drawing a unique trajectory one after another, the shells are on them Explosion behind him.

The same is true for the enemy.

The red mark comes from the upper and lower directions, but he and his people will throw off the enemy.

Albert deduced that his people can achieve their goals, and they will succeed.

"It's oh--"

Suddenly, the voice of the wingman pilot stopped abruptly in the communication channel.

Albert's ornithology also made a short, sharp sound.

A missile swooped down from above, hitting the wingman, and the flames spread in an instant.

Albert twitched instinctively and stepped aside, avoiding the laser that could have hit him.

A fighter appeared above his head, and at the moment when his eyes met, Albert recognized it. It was also a sword-tailed interceptor, but its wings were blasphemous. Eight-pointed star symbol.