God Emperor’s Angel of Death

After reviewing the ceremony, Governor Planet published an exciting meeting with the title "Unyielding Service". He called on the people to quickly come out of their grief and be more exalted. Fighting spirit devotes himself to the cause of dedication to the God Emperor.

His speech cannot be said badly, but Soshian only feels that the governor has become accustomed to aloof and remote, and his words are too broad and empty.

When Soshian was speaking, he did not mention his identity as the head of Chapter, nor did he mention his identity as Astarte. He only told everyone that he was a graduate of Soms Academy. Is a son of Nathan.

He shared the sorrow and sorrow with them, and was grateful to the people of Nathan 4 for their dedication to Astral Knight over the past ten years.

Soshian didn't say much, but he promised one thing.

Nathan 4 will definitely have a special tax exemption right!

After that, he also solemnly announced to the people the establishment of the Alliance of Misery and the addition of new members. When the four chapter leaders held up their swords at the same time and took the oath of the brother, their words were completely overwhelmed. In the cheers of the crowd.

The end of the ceremony was people’s carnival. Hundreds of millions of alcoholic beverages were taken out, and people sang and danced to cheer for the victory.

It is already afternoon.

At the western gate of the square, the guards stationed here are still checking people entering the country.

Until now, the flow of people is still continuously. This celebration will last for three days. Jugglers and vendors from slums will flood into the night market, and farmers will pull trucks full of food to unload the goods. .

Of course, there is no shortage of thieves and liars, and some people with other purposes—

"Name?"

Wearing tall The officer in uniform asked loudly.

This person is a distinguished person, and he knows it himself.

"Sorge."

Lazily, a man who seems to be about 30 years old, replied. He wore a smelly black fur coat and was nestled in a machine servant truck. On the back door.

"What's wrong?"

"What's wrong?"

"Everyone is crazy? What did our Imperium heroes say? "

"Don't you know?"

The officer looked at the man suspiciously and repeatedly checked the other's documents.

"I just got off the track and didn't hear much."

"We are going to get special tax exemption right here."

The officer is proud To answer.

"Oh? Important news."

"Yes."

"Anything else?"

" A league has been established, and there are four chapters! Four! We are now a safer place than Holy Terra!"

"Major news."

Zuo Erg nodded, repeated, feeling a bit frustrated at the same time.

The situation is a bit complicated.

"There are others behind."

Suddenly, the officer reminded him.

Sorge shrugged, nodded, and motioned for the driver to drive.

The man rode through one of the countless checkpoints in the west and entered the periphery of the square in a bumpy lorry.

This is his goal, maybe his damn fate, but the situation doesn’t look very good. This dirty area is full of simple houses, makeshift shops and various stalls. Walk for several kilometers to get to the real place of the square.

Sorge jumped off the bumpy truck and began to hike along the busy road, bypassing the caravan and food truck.

Suddenly, he had a bad feeling, which he used to call the first sense, because according to his beloved mother, he was born with no perception at all.

"Hey!"

A voice behind him shouted:

"Hey, you! Man in a fur coat!"

Sorge cursed, there is no doubt that his fake ID was found.

He looked back and saw a guard squad approaching him from the checkpoint. They were accelerating their pace, pushing pedestrians in the way aside.

Most of the locals immediately stepped away because these guards were not only aggressive, but also equipped with large-caliber guns and quite fierce swords.

"Stop!"

One of them shouted, but Sorge did not obey, so the officer began to scream at the pedestrians.

"Get out! Don't stop us from shooting!"

Shooting? It's really good and warm.

The timing is worse than he expected, the situation is worse than he expected, and his expectations are definitely not high.

It's time to change his identity. He needs to start using the skills he has honed during his long years of hunting and being hunted, as well as the power his master has given him.

The man twisted his body with a smile, turned sharply to the left, and rushed down the street into a maze of narrow alleys-this is the most crowded area in the Western Region.

He didn't run into anyone, nor did he run over anything. Pedestrians either avoided him or stood still and let him pass by.

After that, he turned two more turns, turned left and then turned right, and walked along the damp alley between two wooden fences.

The alleys were full of flags, and he could smell food and pipes.

But the guards were also very physically stalwart. They followed him closely. Although they were wearing cumbersome armor, they were still walking fast and chasing after him.

The fuzzy gray shadows of several giant food warehouses in front gradually appeared, and Sorge considered whether he could hide there.

But the guards are very efficient. The second squad has appeared on the opposite side of the street two hundred meters away. They plan to double-fold from the other end of the street and take him together with the previous pursuers. Besieged.

He realized that he needed to do it.

Considering killing so early, it disappointed him, and at the same time was a little happy.

He stayed in the subspace for too long, cold and hungry, just suitable for taking a few lives.

Sorge was in a bad mood, and the guards who surrounded him gave him a chance to vent his emotions.

He carried four weapons, which he carried in a living flesh sac to ensure that these metal items could perfectly avoid any scanning and inspection equipment.

The meat sac is a product of some kind of witchcraft, and it is clinging to his back-his wizard master is very good at this.

Among the four weapons, there is a pair of precision pistols with slender barrels and heavy handles. They are manufactured with Peak craftsmanship and can fire a covering of needles.

They are slightly inadequate in range and accuracy, but their rate of fire and penetration are enough to make up for the shortcomings.

He took the two guns out of the sac and put them inside the fur coat.

The third weapon is a small chain saw sword, which is about the same length as a short sword. Its history is said to date back to the long war years before the Rebellion of Horus. I don’t know how his master was. Got it.

The fourth weapon is a grenade, but it’s not any known hand grenade. Strictly speaking, it comes from some Xenos craftsmanship. It is currently installed in the right pocket of his fur coat. Mixed together.

Sorge hid in the shadow under the eaves of a dilapidated shack, leaning against a partition wall and waiting quietly.

Six people encircled from behind, and the other six rushed from the front. They were all guards, armed with weapons, and equipped with long swords with sophisticated craftsmanship to deal with close combat.

They are well-trained and fully armed, and they are sure to take him down.

Sorge hurriedly put his hand into his jacket, drew out his two guns, and moved his muzzle towards the clouded sky.

Then he flicked the button with his thumb to activate the almost silent gravitational accelerator and let them start running.

The handle of the gun gradually became warmer.

The chasing footsteps suddenly stopped. Sorge listened carefully. Amidst the gurgling water of the nearby man-made canal and the noise of the distant streets, he caught some brief and subtle light sounds: squad’s internal communications. They are gradually spreading out and searching.

Come and catch me, he thought to himself.

Two people suddenly appeared on his left. They turned around the corner of the shack, their weapons ready to go.

Sorge smiled slightly, stepped forward and fired with double guns in his hands.

He pressed the trigger very softly, and the gravity accelerator projected the needles at an extraordinary high speed-this system is extremely efficient, and will release several high penetrations in a second or two. Powerful bullets.

Sorge is proficient in his skills. The left-hand gun spit out four needle sticks and penetrated the breastplate of one guard, while the right-hand gun did the same to the other guard.

The next second, they fell silently on their backs, the unobservable wound of naked eye loomed in their chests, and then a lot of blood poured out.

"en?"

Sorge turned his head suddenly and saw a third guard appearing on the other side of the shack behind him.

So he turned around, straightened his arm and fired with his left hand, sending two needles into the man's face, causing his brain to be cut in the skull.

The man knelt to the ground first, then lay down on his back, his helmet sprayed a stream of blood when it hit the ground.

But this kind of action still caused the surrounding vigilance.