God Emperor’s Angel of Death

They chose the left aisle, which seemed smaller and sloped downward.

While the surrounding surface is still black, the strange text has now become a striking silver, glowing when the light passes by.

Soshian found that his breathing began to form mist in front of the eyepieces. This is not a good phenomenon, indicating that there may be a problem with his oxygen circulation system. The world engine is an environment where only Necron can survive, without oxygen. There is no moisture either.

"Get the enemy."

Suddenly, Akshai in front stopped, and everyone in the squad quickly formed a battle formation.

Soshian watched all around while looking towards the front over Akshai's shoulder, while a rustling murmur rising from the edge of his hearing was approaching.

"Stop firing."

Occam's voice sounded in the communication channel.

"Don't move everyone."

Soshian obeyed his arrangement, as did the other team members, so they immediately saw the noise.

At that moment, the Soshman admitted that he was indeed stunned.

Countless groups of mechanical insects drilled out of darkness and passed around them. They moved like liquid mercury, and the light of the lighting lamps reflected on the outer skeletons of tens of thousands of types of beetle creatures.

They quickly flooded the surrounding passages, as if the moving tide covered the walls, roof and floor.

The first person who came into contact with them was Akshai, then Soshian, and then the people behind.

They separate, and then gather again, occupying every inch of space around them, and the friction as they pass is like a whisper.

On the outside, no matter what they are, at least they are not organic. Each is smaller than Space Marine’s thumbs, but is entirely composed of metal materials.

When the tide sweeps through the channel, each beetle perfectly mirrors the coordinated movements of the same kind around it.

In just half a minute, the waves turned into streams, and the peak of the weird insect surge passed away. They turned a blind eye to the motionless Space Marine.

While the rustle gradually weakened, the insect tide disappeared into the darkness behind the squad.

Seeing several millions of rattling little metal legs passing in front of him, Akshai finally exhaled the breath he had been holding back.

"What are they?"

Akshai asked.

When Soshian remained silent, he turned to Occam, who shook the head.

"A kind of profane intelligence, used by these Xenos as maintenance workers, they will attack once they are frightened. Trust me, you don't want to know how they go crazy."

"Go ahead and be careful."

They walked to a lower place, but at this time the tunnel along which they followed was no longer uniform, and there were many sarcophagi scattered along the wall.

About twenty minutes later, they began to descend. At this time, Soshian noticed the abnormality in the communication channel, and the explosive sound of static electricity filled his ears.

More importantly, some data of the power armor also began to fail-they seemed to be stuck at the moment of reaching the surface of the world engine, and other team members reported the same thing.

Soshian didn't expect any answer, he knew it wouldn't be.

Soon, the passage reached the end. In front of them was a hall and two passages leading to the far end. The imprint on the wall became larger and in the form of a silver relief, and the roof was like The lined black spine arched likewise.

"Is this place marked on the bird divination? Occam."

"Yes."

The veteran looked down towards the bird divination.

"It looks like the left hand leads to a larger hall behind."

"Very well, keep it compact."

They quickly moved to a larger hall. A space, although there are traces of fighting, there are no corpses, whether it is from Space Marine or Xenos.

In the middle of the empty hall, there is only a giant base, and clusters of thick wires are coiled on its side like a python, connecting it to some kind of silver-skin statue on the top.

At first glance, Soshian felt it resembled some kind of giant, metallic spider, or an enlarged version of a miniature creature they had encountered earlier.

It has artificial crystal clusters on its shoulders, which emit dim light when the illuminated beams pass by.

"Don't come near it."

Occam issued a warning, and the squad members quickly took up positions around the hall, aiming their weapons at the base and the statue above.

"It's sleeping."

The veteran added a sentence, as if that explained everything.

"Let’s move on."

"An enemy is approaching from behind!"

Suddenly, Nader, who was behind the team, issued a warning. This incredible coordination turned around at the same time and raised the blaster to cover the arch that he had passed through.

Then they heard a noise, a sound of footsteps.

It sounds a lot like the sound of a Space Marine walking by, the heavy clanging of metal hitting metal, but the footsteps are limping and disorganized.

As the beam of light illuminates the dark passage, a moving flicker appears, like a piece of pale skin.

"What is that—"

Akshai wanted to speak, but the words quickly got stuck in his throat.

At the same time, the silhouette of the limp towards the hall showed its appearance on the edge of the archway.

It is a tall humanoid creature, but with a serious hunchback, it looks like it is made of metal, but it is slightly different.

Because it wears bloody human skin like a cloak, with long meat strips coiling around its shoulders and shrugging behind it, the scarlet blood soaks most of the skeleton outside the silver, and it is red. The dirty spoils of war are still dripping blood, as are the evil long claws of their hands.

What makes it even more have one's hair stand on end is that a human face is hung on its skull like a nightmare mask, and two green eyes are burning in the hollow eye sockets.

But it was not without a price to obtain spoils of war. Looking at the broken right foot and the wounds on the whole body, you can understand what kind of counterattack the deceased made. Perhaps it was originally very flexible, but now it is just a target.

"Shoot! Destroy it!"

The sound of Xenos' footsteps was quickly drowned out by the thunder of the blaster, and the moment the creature dragged its feet into the hall, it was caught by the frenzy of anger. Shrouded.

With the sound of a hammer hitting an anvil, the explosive bomb slammed into its metal body, tearing the moist skin and the active metal under it.

The skull-shaped terrifying creature quickly disintegrated under such a fierce attack. As the metal flew away, sparks and smoke came out of the circuit.

It stopped moving forward intermittently, knelt on one knee, and entered spasm because the system was damaged.

Afterwards, a explosive bomb hit the side of its skull and exploded, exposing a part of the damaged connector.

Finally, it collapsed, and the blood still formed a pool around the human skin peeled off by the victim.

"Die, monster."

Soshian approached and shot his head one last time, exploding it into a spark.

"What's that?"

Putting down the gun in his hand, Soshian stared at the wreckage on the ground. He recognized the broken face, which belonged to a warrior of the Fourth Company.

"A curse, maybe it is the reason why these Necrons have become so crazy."

Occam walked up, took a look, and his tone revealed exhaustion.

"Curse?"

"I also heard that there is a plague-like curse among these Xenos, which makes them look like this. Maybe the owner of this tomb is I became crazy when I noticed the spread of this curse..."

"No matter what the reason, they are all Xenos and they must die."

After that, Soshian suddenly I noticed that there was a change in the ornithology.

"A new signal?"