God Emperor’s Angel of Death

In the disappearing lightning, a huge silhouette roars forward.

"Long live! Night...God Emperor!!!"

At first, Soshian thought that the shaking of the deck was just another turbulence caused by an explosion. The explosive ammunition was still there. The fragile part of the Star Castle burst, and only after it appeared did he know what had happened.

This is a huge monster of silver-gray metal, only a little smaller than the hell beast in front, dragging a heavy footstep and roaring to challenge.

"What a blasphemy! I will end you, traitor, I will end you all person!"

Soshian thousand never expected, Macarion will appear!

Now he, the wearer's Astral Knight badge and painting, his left arm is a multi-tube hot melt, and his right arm is a huge lightning claw.

"Is this fearless!"

Adriana Willets, who was squatting behind Soshian, made an excited voice. This was the first time she had seen this in her life. The oldest hero of the legendary Imperium.

Soshian was about to reply when he saw a sneaky silhouette emerge from the bunker, and immediately shouted:

"Macarion, right!"

I saw a red pirate rushing towards the fearless mecha holding a sword high and flowing like water, but the war machine turned around on his torso axis at an unimaginable speed, and fired from the multi-tube cannons. Invisible but si si high fever.

The Red Pirate’s Battle Armor was cooked and scattered between a heartbeat, the joints evaporated, and the empty Battle Armor melted into mud on the deck, and any biomass no longer existed.

At this time, the air in the center boils under the invisible heat flow, and the temperature indicator on the Soshian helmet display begins to climb morbidly. The huge multiple hot melt cannons on the fearless mecha are enough to The war chariot blasted into a muddy puddle, and it was only just beginning to warm up.

Inspired by the emergence of war philosophers, the Astral Knights doubled their attacks, and Astart wearing the red Battle Armor kept dying.

Talos felt the strength he had just recovered, and he retreated to the wall, lying prone on the deck and grabbing his broken breastplate.

At this moment, the two fearless mecha stared at each other with almost absurd calmness.

"The hell beast, it's so sad."

Macarion roared, and the hell beast approached step by step, making the same mechanical noise as Macarion's body.

And the nun in the distance cast her gaze on the sarcophagus embedded in the new body of the war philosopher, on which was carved the scene of Macarion when he was still alive, but the Legion logo was erased.

"Kill!!"

At this time, only one sentence the hell beast said so far.

In the next second, the power whip blasted, and the two war machines began their due diligence when summon returned from the moment of death.

The battle before him took place in two lives at the same time within the realm. Talos, who came back to his senses, could not be sure which one he really saw.

In reality, in the corner of the painful and shaking visual shadow, two armored giant beasts used a rotating sharp claw and a heavy iron whip to tear each other apart, and Tao Gang was beaten by the heavy iron. The claws were torn apart, and the pieces of armor were flying all over the sky, making the people in the battle as if they were in Death World shrouded in a blizzard.

None of the two deceased who were bound saw or felt this.

From the perspective of the soul, two warriors are dueling in proud armor. One is for protection and the other is for destruction.

Their blades crossed and fought until the swords on both sides were shattered, and then evolved into a fight between the armored Iron Fist and pure power.

Talos watched the two fearless mecha tear each other to pieces, and saw what the deceased saw.

But in Soshian's view, the result of this duel is likely to be perish together.

Although the power of the hell beasts has been weakened a lot, Macarion is still difficult to defeat it, and will only be able to destroy each other.

He has no good feelings for the former eighth Legion war philosopher, but after all, the other party is here to help him, and he can't sit back and watch the fall of this ancient warrior.

"Almin, wait until the plasma cannon is fully charged."

"Okay, sir, you can make a shot."

"OK, You listen to my password."

The plasma cannon is the only weapon Soshian has that can threaten hell beasts, so he must try it.

Then he ran out from behind the bunker.

A red pirate fired a retaliatory shot at the sudden appearance of the Terminator. In order to resist the explosive bomb, Soshian would slightly sideways to the right, and then the bullet hit his shoulder armor-shaking the edge He spread his shoulders all over his body and reminded him not to make mistakes.

The bomb bounced off Soshian's shoulder armor and hit an instrument twelve meters away.

At the same time, the hell beast, whose torso was almost torn apart, beat Macarion staggered back and realized that a threat was approaching.

The chill deep in his bones flickered and jumped in his consciousness, echoing in the thoughts of Space Marines who were in a highly excited state, and everyone couldn't help but shudder.

Where does the chill in some people's hearts come from?

This is the purpose of Soshian, this is a bold guess.

He imagined that although the hell beast is a fearless, but it has suffered so many traumas, then the power source supporting it up to now must be the sub-Power of Space.

As long as the subspace force is blocked, it is likely to lose power immediately.

Furthermore, the driver of the hell beast has been highly integrated with the subspace, so the gray marrow power may directly erase the opponent's consciousness.

Using the power of nothingness to destroy the Primal Chaos Void...

Soshian will shield the hell beast’s thoughts and motivation, just like he has done countless times in the past.

This is a big bet. If the power source of the hell beast's reality is still intact, then all Soshian's guesses will be fatal.

But at this moment he has no choice. Huron has arrived and he has no time to delay.

After Soshian's mind calmed down, the hell beast raised its multi-tube cannon and aimed at him.

Even without thinking, Soshian knows what will happen after the weapon is fully charged.

However, this shooting will never come.

Macarion roared forward, and the lightning claws stubbornly grabbed the opponent's hot-melt cannon.

When the weapon was restrained, Soshian had rushed to the side of the two fearless, slapped his palm on the chest of the hell beast.

Not long ago, he had discovered that he had the ability to partially liquefy metals, but this was his first attempt.

The terminator's hand armor quickly liquified, carrying the symbol of mysterious green glow flashing into the broken armor of the hell beast.

The next second, the anger that was burning in its eyes was replaced by blankness, and then it began to wailing sadly-this is also the last sound this wild beast will make.

Soshian penetrated its weak spiritual defenses and entered the monster's mind, only to find that the opponent's mind was full of endless noise and chaotic colors, just as thousands of souls were fighting to control him.

He took another second to drive those noises out of the hell beast's brain.

"It's now."

Confirming that the hell beast has been disabled to move even a little bit, Soshian let out a low growl, pulling his hand back.

He may only have a few seconds, and the hell beast will soon recover.

"Almin!"

"Received!"

The fully charged plasma cannon buzzed in Armin's hands, he kept his shoulders Do not move to stop the vibration of the weapon.

In the blink of an eye, Soshian moved away from the hell beast, and Almin immediately pressed the activation button on the cannon, releasing a wave of scorching anger.

The white-hot plasma passed through the air, burning out a trace of chemical composition different from the atmosphere of this world, filling the air with a smell like rotten vegetables.

But when the plasma hits the target and the metal skin of the hell beast turns into slag, the smell is quickly replaced.

Almin stayed where he fired, standing still with his feet.

The giant beast did not yell. While the plasma eroded its armor and continued to burn its internal organs and machinery, it made no sound at all.

It did not wield a power whip or raise a weapon, or even turned to face the attacker.

This is not just an acceptance of its destiny-it is welcoming death.

When Almin finally relaxed, a strange silence filled the empty field, only a little sound of the enemy retreating from a distance.

The giant beast motionless stood there, the big hole in its torso looked almost comical, and Soshian's silhouette stood on the other side of it.

Finally, it shook and fell to the side.

Soshian lowered his head and glanced at his left hand, the hand armor had been restored as before, and then nodded.