God Emperor’s Angel of Death

The world is burning, but he cannot see clearly.

The thick smoke is covering the sky, but he can smell and hear it.

The burning body of the soldier in the armor, the shattering of stones on the city wall scorched by hellish fire, and the harsh screams.

The war has begun.

The thick ashes that swelled with the death of that huge Xenos swept across a killing field outside a magnificent fortress. Their assaults failed to penetrate the front line to approach the siege artillery, but the artillery did the same. Also disappeared from his field of vision-keeping the endless shelling.

What a violent music.

His heart beats with it, flying with its thunder-like melody.

After that they began to push forward, pushing violently.

Here, the sun is scorching, and he is sultry and unbearable in his heavy armor, and the heat from his skin has begun to blur the air.

A warrior wearing light gray armor stood by, shouting the slogan of charging, and the surrounding warriors echoed together. Summon's anger became stronger and stronger, making this heat stronger.

A flag is flying in the air.

What is that?

He can't really see it.

After that, he started to run, leaving everything behind him, and his joints became hot with continued use.

A bullet hit his shoulder armor, but it didn't help.

He roared and looked towards the banner again, which was the only thing he could see through the smoke. ,

But why can't he see anything?

Just somewhere in the vicinity, a certain existence is fighting, even if that existence is far away and invisible, it still makes him excited.

For a few seconds, the smoke became thinner, and he caught a glimpse of Ming yellow shining in the gray.

"There."

A voice appeared behind him, and his armoured hand stretched out from behind his shoulders to guide him.

"Dorn and his sons did a good job. Our brother has a group of warriors."

"It is true."

"That Should we behave better than him?"

The person behind him said, he turned his head and looked, only to see a toothy smile and a splash of blue and purple, and then the thick smoke again Engulfed them all at once.

"Okay, brother!"

brother?

This word made him feel palpitations.

He began to laugh, his voice loud and rough, not caring about the bullet shot at himself from the smoke, and then pointed at the gray area.

"Let us take a sword directly into the throat of those savage creatures, eh, brother?"

The other party did not respond.

Then he started running each minding their own business, and the whole team issued a brand new charge command along with his running.

Warriors follow him.

After passing through the smoke, he saw a tall metal tower collapsing with a slow and unstoppable grace. It cuts into the thick smoke like a sword, and continuously collapses and disintegrates as it falls.

When it finally hit the ground, the impact shook the entire battlefield, like an earthquake, blowing thick smoke and exposing the real enemy.

Ugly square face, protruding fangs, disgusting green skin, wearing a pointed helmet, sweating under the heavy armor, they look determined but fearful, standing in a row Column, roaring and demonstrating loudly.

The sporadic firepower came from the city wall that was breached, mostly live ammunition and strange energy weapons.

He held up a weapon that resembled a spear and a halberd, leading the team forward.

"Let the harvest begin!"

Suddenly, he yelled, infected by the fighting frenzy.

Then jumped over the gap in the city wall, jumped over the gravel pile and the wounded underneath, and rushed towards those opponents who were still able to fight.

Roaring, I chopped off a big head and glanced at my side suddenly.

Why? Why can't he see that person's face?

"These green skins are always endless, right, even Horus is at a loss in their hands."

Horus? Why say Horus--

Who is he?

But soon he put these questions behind him, he kept waving his weapon, and soon dyed his spear red, killing a large number of defenders.

Their queue first became crooked and then collapsed.

At that moment, he heard the horn blowing, victory was approaching, but the bloodshed was far from over.

He killed two enemies at the same time with a stab, put them all on the lance, and then a big man over four meters tall came forward with scars all over his head, waving a handful of metal Hook, it looked like a weapon that was picked up at hand.

He dodged for the first time, and then threw a backhand lance through the head of the giant beast.

The enemy fell. He stepped on the hill-like corpse and pulled out Lance.

But then he began to hear the triumphant cheers that accompanied the flags raised to the sky. All the warriors were cheering at him, and he could feel the admiration of these warriors.

They love him so much and are proud of him.

Suddenly, that blue and purple walked up to him and put his hand on his shoulder.

"brother ——"

All the pictures began to fly away, and he wanted to see the person's face clearly.

With a ticking sound, the retina display responded to his expectations.

Soshian blinked and found that he was wearing armor and wearing a helmet in his room.

Did he just have a dream?

"brothers."

Soshian was empty. He wanted to greet others, and they responded, but it was strange.

Some strange laughter shot through bursts of sound like a machine gun, followed by loud curses and screams.

Suddenly, the channel became dead again.

He tried a few other channels, but they were all dead, all silent, and then the whole ship obviously started to speed up.

Soshian tasted the tingling pain from the restlessness. The sudden emptiness of the ship was a worrying mystery, which caused a wry smile on his pale lips.

He felt as if he was still in a dream.

The dreamland in the dreamland sounds incredible and chilling.

"I'm waiting for you."

A voice rang in his ears, and Soshian drew his sword, left his room, and followed his will to the bridge.

The journey from his room to the bridge did not exceed ten minutes, but the central ridge of the Unbound Soul was also empty when he passed.

When he entered the bridge, he hardly recognized that this was a way he often stayed.

Although this place is still the same as before, it is a huge oval building in Gothic style. The ceiling and walls are full of Ghost Statues or other strange carvings.

But the style has changed. A mutilated angel roars silently on the central throne. His eyes are entangled with barbed wires, and a bat-wing evil Demon General has its long Wings to the 2-Layer turret.

The air is filled with blasphemy, torture and demon worship.

A throne in the middle rises high, its huge volume is aimed at the tactical display screen, and above, a broken body is nailed and tied by a chain.