God Emperor’s Angel of Death

One by one, the eleven structure body revived, and the head flashed with ominous red light.

"Damn it, get out of here!"

Talos knew how powerful this structure is, and quickly asked Soshian to lead people to retreat, but only then did he find out that the door was unknown. When has it been closed.

"They are your cursed Primarchs, silicon-based intellects transformed with Necron's technology. In a sense, their essence is closer to those abominable Xenos."

Angelika's smiling voice and the friction sound of the construct wielding adamantine arms and iron feet form a chorus that makes people have one's hair stand on end.

"Destroy them!"

The eleven structure body knocked down the fence and walked to the center of the hall to greet them with a terrifying rain of bullets.

The deadly bombs were either twisted by a deflection or just exploded harmlessly on their alloy bodies without causing any substantial damage, and their solidity is breathtaking.

Then they raised their four arms, and the rays of light of the gravitational vortex and the subatomic pulse si si made a sound. The Power of Destruction contained in it made Soshian feel bad.

But after locking the Soshian standing in the front, the rays of light on their weapons suddenly went out, and the body was also motionless.

This surprised everyone.

"Casefire!"

Soshian gave an order, and the warriors immediately stopped, and no bullet was fired again.

"Why—"

Angelica was stunned. This situation was far beyond her expectation.

But then her years of instinct made her turn around and try to escape to a safe place, but a shadow has already enveloped her——

"Ah!"

In the next second, she realized that her thigh was hit by something. Despite years of anti-pain training and the anaesthetic component added to her blood, Angelica still felt extremely painful.

The trial Magistrate howled and fell to the ground. She turned her head and found that her right leg was only left with a pile of hanging tissues and muscles, peeling off the blood-stained broken bones. The chainsaw sword was spinning abominably.

"Traitor! Beast!"

She swears, gritted her teeth and struggled to send herself forward, and tried to limping and running awkwardly.

But then a huge black figure knocked her to the ground, her muscles tingling with chemical strengthening, against the armored warrior that pushed her to the ground.

She wanted to withdraw the phase sword that attacked Soshian from the thigh sheath, but when she realized that the scabbard and grenade on her body had been blown away, she immediately screamed angrily.

In the end, her trump card was the poisonous needle in the sleeve, but when her forearm was also twisted, she yelled out new swear words.

"Damn! Ah! Damn!"

She struggled under pressure and lost control in anger. At this time, she could not hear what Soshian was talking about. The cold and cruel giant had already pushed her to the ground.

"Since you know them so well, do you know me? Woman."

Before she fainted, she only heard low laughter deep into her bones.

"Don't kill her, Talos, I still have a lot to ask her."

Looking at Talos who tortured Angelica like a toy, Soshian just greeted him, then walked through the static structure and walked towards the statue of that.

He knows why these machines stopped, because he instinctively activated Grey Marrow just before the battle.

Their Primarch must have set up a certain highest authority inside these machines. They will never attack targets with gray pulp, so they chose to stand still under contradictory orders.

"Yours!"

Suddenly, something flew over from Talos, Soshian stretched out his hand to catch it, and saw it was a bloody red talisman.

He held the treasure tightly, before coming to the original body, staring at the noble face.

It was just then that he noticed that a line of words was engraved on the base of the statue-[Respect to my wisest and fearless brother, even if the entire galaxy has forgotten you]

Signature: Horus Lupecar.

At this moment, he suddenly realized that the fetters of blood could penetrate thousands of years of time, reconnecting them with the past.

"I swear, I will wash away Legion’s old stigma. The Eleventh Legion’s battle flag will one day be just and honourable on the territory of Imperium. This is me, Soshian ·Alexei My promise, my father."

Under the gaze of the warriors, Soshian extended the hand, holding the front of Brahma.

After that, with a light force, the original weapon of the original body slid into his hand, that is, at this brief moment, his world fell into chaos.

He found himself turned into a ghost, floating on the high battlements, and clearly saw two individuals hidden in the gloom ahead, one tall and one short.

"Xerxes, how did it feel to visit Terra for the third time?"

I saw the Eleven Legion in red and black armor walking leisurely into the light, his face With a smile on her face, the projected gaze was very soft, and Soshian even thought it was herself in a daze.

The rickety old man stayed in place, and the psychic flame of the scepter was shining.

There is no doubt that it should be the palmprinter.

"As in the past, I feel at home."

Makado's eyes narrowed, and the wrinkles on his face overlapped.

"Although I know you very well, it sounds almost like a perfunctory, like anyone else."

The original body bowed in a low voice, almost as low as the palmprinter himself The same sight.

"Forgive me, my intention is nothing more."

"No need."

Makado said, waved his hand and motioned for the other person to get up .

"You are the most loyal one. Everything you have done for your father has paid a huge sacrifice, even if it is your Legion."

"Nothing is wrong At a price, I can do more, but things have changed a bit."

"What?"

The eyes of the original body flashed with the flickering light of the scepter .

"That thing...something out of control, I also encountered an existence that knew it very well, and that existence warned me that it was playing with fire and self-immolation."

Macado is very calm, and the soft sound of the evening breeze is the only sound here, right on this high wall.

Staring at the flame, Soshian suddenly felt something sting behind his brain.

"What do you mean, Xerxes? What do you think the other person knows?"

"I'm not sure, but the other person has dealt with those things before, I guess you should I know what it is."

The palmprinter closed his eyes, and the Eleven Legion Prototype continued to narrate slowly.

"...I entered an ancient library under its recommendation. For a long time, I was obsessed with the knowledge inside. I dare not say how much I have discovered over the years. But I have a better understanding of the nature of those things, and I have a deeper worry about the future of Imperium.....Someday someone will reveal what my father has compiled The truth of Imperium from the very beginning is based on lies and claims that the galaxy cannot be properly ruled by our father or anyone who supports him."

The original body sighed lightly. With a cry, it seemed that these words were unloaded.

"And that person, there is a high probability that it will be one of my many brothers."

Makado opened his eyes and looked up and down the Primordial Eleven.

"And is that what you believe? Your father is the root of human ills, just like the gods who died in Spirit Race?"

The original body is a little exaggerated Shrugged.

"Of course not, the palmprinter, but I know my father, his power, and his vision. I believe that even someone as powerful as you can’t fool him. Then if my Father knows what I did, so..."

Eleven Legion shrugged again.

"Will I still be part of his grand vision? In other words, maybe I will be the most rebellious son in his eyes."