God Emperor’s Angel of Death

Macarion walked past the flight deck of the Star Fort. The key system of the pupil of Hell has been basically controlled by Imperium’s warrior, but there are still some very key parts in the Red Pirate’s. In control.

The emergency escape area is one of them.

The two Astral Knight teams respectfully and cautiously kept their distance and fired while protecting the two wings of the fearless advancement. Their explosive guns were tearing the line of the defeated enemy.

The resurrected warrior did not know their names at all, but he recognized the Battle Armor worn by some of them-the suffering that the Broken Eagle War Gang experienced and caused it when they survived He still recognizes many of his scars.

But the warrior wearing armor is no longer a familiar person.

For fearless, the biggest sorrow is that things have remained the same, but people have changed.

The enthusiasm and enthusiasm brought about by the battle soon cooled in the immortal shell. He is now very strange to command these strange warriors as Astral Knight "Venerable".

In the past, they fought because they had long forgotten hatred. The warriors of the eighth Legion screamed a curse that they had never issued.

And now, those warriors wearing their armors are for the God Emperor who was abandoned by Macarion.

Dark thoughts, these dark thoughts are disturbing his mind.

Fearless mecha's armored and sharp claw feet crushed the body with his huge weight, and the multi-tube hot melt cannon on his right arm fired continuously, blasting the red pirate’s line of defense. One gap after another.

These people were attracted by his huge body dash on bravely with no thought of personal safety and rushed forward, just to destroy his sacred mechanical body.

Perhaps he has a part of his heart that wants them to succeed, but a small part, an inner area that remains silent and quiet when the battle occurs.

There is no joy here. The war philosopher has never experienced joy in battle, but the pleasure of battle allows him to concentrate and concentrate on external affairs.

Now, this kind of concentration has died with his original identity, just like his cold sarcophagus shell.

At this time, an armed servant equipped with four chain saws that emit screaming noises rushed towards the fearless mecha, and Macarion grabbed it and used the lightning claws that no stronghold one cannot overcome. This machine squeezed to pieces.

When the charged power claw blade crushed the machine, the sluggish body was immediately evaporated by the flashing electric light, and then Macarion ignited the flamethrower in the center of the lightning claw, and the half The mechanical monster is shrouded in a liquid fire, partially roasting the flesh and blood.

next moment, he threw the corpse into the enemy line in front, lamenting their indifference to the precision killing technique.

Departed Primarch, this war is really a waste of Legion's talent.

Although it is not long, he is tired of fighting for Imperium and God Emperor.

"Macarion."

Suddenly, a voice came from the communication network.

For him, it takes some toss to use the communicator correctly instead of the external loudspeaker cut to the armor, and the warming war is of no help to this.

"I am Savita."

Hearing the name,

His hot melt gun has turned a red pirate into slag , The remaining part all split up and in pieces fell into the crowd.

"A company commander, shouldn't you be here too? Wouldn't you call me up just to kill everyone for you?"

" Macarion, it’s time to go. You now turn to Area 1-17. There is a Thunderhawk there. We are waiting for you there."

"We? Who else?"

"Marek and the others."

The words did not fall, and the pain penetrated his body like a ghost, accompanied by a sorrow and grief, and Macarion's real body was thinking in the liquid-filled container. , He felt silky secretions covering his face, and a sharp nerve pain washed over his pale stump.

The red pirate who tried to stab the chain saw into the knee joint of fearless mecha was quickly hammered into a mess. Macarion rotated his shaft and the lightning claws straightened. Several people tried to attack. The red pirates were immediately beaten back to their comrades, and were torn to pieces.

"Where are we going?"

Macarion roared, his pain surfaced on the communication network.

"Sai, now you make me feel very strange, you have too many secrets, like the original body tortured by hallucinations, I can't see through you anymore."

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"Ha, Macarion, I said it as if you could see me through before, we are going to—"

When the next few words are spoken, Macarion’s machinery The body froze, letting the enemy beat his iron coffin with weak firepower.

"Are you sure?"

"It is true."

"What about these Astral Knights?"

Maca Leon placed his lightning claws in an arc in front of him, ejecting a wall of fire from the flame emitter, and the two squads beside him were pushed forward with blaster guns and swords under his shelter.

The enemy in the emergency escape zone soon collapsed and began to flee, fighting for the right to use the last few shuttles.

Some red pirates even pointed their guns at their companions who had just been fighting side by side.

After that, Fearless Mecha slowed down, slowly.

He turned around and watched.

He was surrounded by noises, noises that he had never heard before, covered by the rotation of his joints and the roar of weapons.

The physical bullet hit his shell like a rainstorm.

"They have the ability to clean up this endgame."

"But they are about to face Huron."

The power of fearless mecha is in the horse. Carleon roared louder when he re-engaged the enemy, and the loudspeaker on his outer shell made a loud noise when he roared with Nastromwen.

"If he can't even solve Huron, then he is not qualified to be that....Don't worry, they can at least retreat all over the body. Time is running out, so let's evacuate."

"What tools do we use to leave?"

"There is a paralyzed pirate plundering ship nearby. I can make it move again."

" Okay, I'll come right away."

Just as the elite of the eighth Legion evacuated the battlefield quietly, Malakin on the Mother of Tears was already in a dilemma.

The enemy's firepower is strengthening, and most of our capital ships have been damaged.

Distracted, the Watcher of the Abyss turned his head to face a mortal crew member whose name he had no intention of remembering.

"Flying platoon reorganization status?"

The officer wearing an outdated military uniform stands upright and confirms the display control panel.

"Bloodwing platoon has a battle damage rate of more than 60%, and the golden spear platoon has a battle damage rate of more than 70%. Only Baal's Light platoon has a battle damage rate near the 40% red line. Currently, each platoon After the reorganization, two more rounds can be dispatched."

Malajin moved forward, making the sound of armor rubbing.

"Why is the battle damage rate so high?"

"Confirming, my lord."

The officer picked up the microphone attached to his jacket.

"Here is the command deck, now please—"

Malakin never understands the way mortals show fear, he just watched the officer’s face turn pale, heartbeat It's like drumming is getting louder and faster, faster and faster.

Obviously, it is bad news, or bad news that mortals don’t want to tell.

"Some combat aircraft pursued too deeply and entered the enemy's air defense firepower net. Your lord, the flight commander is...correcting."

"Order them to stop attacking, immediately ."

The officer delivered the order, and when he listened to the reply, he swallowed his mouth and wanted to speak.

The response from the flight control center was swift and fierce, and the mortal decided not to tell the chapter chief about some of it.

Suddenly, other sounds were inserted.

"My lord."

Malagin turned his head, surprised at the rising uneasiness of the people in the kiss.

"Say."

"Soshian Chapter would like to talk to you directly, saying it is the most urgent event."

"Open the channel."

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"Malagin brother."

Soshian's voice echoed on the bridge.

"We have taken control of the Star Castle."

"God Emperor is on."

The marathon took a sip, although various time appeared Unexpected, but only the plan is still following the steps.

"Brother Malakin, now you have to make way for Huron."

Hearing Soshian's words, Malakin pursed his lips.

Of course he knows what the next step of the plan is.

"Brother Soshian, I hope I can participate in the last step, and I will transfer the command to Lothar cultivator."

"Understand, Brother Malakin, I promise, Huron is yours."

"many thanks."

After the communication was closed, Malakin took a deep breath and gently pressed his waist with his slightly trembling palms because of his excitement. Between the bloody wide blade.

"Huron...Before I come, don't you die."