The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Seeing the nun approaching, a Chaos Space Marine waved his whip and began lashing out at the surrounding cultists.

"Now is the time to dedicate yourselves to the Dark Gods!!!!!"

At the same time, those twisted and mutated Chaos Spawn also stepped on the corpses of the surrounding cultists and pounced, roaring strangely. Their bodies, randomly fused with various elements, absorbed a large number of bullets without slowing down. Even when set on fire, only the Punisher's artillery could directly destroy them.

Da da da——

A crisp sound rang out, and a deep purple Chaos Spawn suddenly stopped. Its entire body began to tremble as countless dense bullets peeled flesh and bone from its body, turning it into steaming minced meat in just a few seconds.

The Repressor armored vehicle rumbled past, twin-linked heavy bolters firing fiercely at the Chaos Spawn, tearing these almost unarmored monsters apart.

After advancing a certain distance, the hatches of the Repressors and Immolators opened one by one, and nuns in armor and helmets filed out of the vehicle compartments, the battle banner representing the Emperor's wrath fluttering in the sky, swirling in the blast waves.

The only one not wearing a helmet was Veilettes. She wore ancient Order armor, a pure white cloak fluttering behind her, and an iron halo hung high on her power pack.

She walked calmly to an armored vehicle carrying a golden statue of the Emperor and knelt before the statue, making the sacred Aquila gesture. The other nuns followed suit and recited the prayer before each Order action.

"Spirit return, my Lord release me, death is common, my Lord bless me, Hail Emperor, my Lord protect me."

When Veilettes stood up and turned around, she picked up the Grand Master's holy sword once used by the founder of the Ebony Chalice Order.

"Sisters, take up your weapons!"

The nuns responded in unison, stepping out of the advancing armor in squads.

"For the Emperor! For Saint Dominica!"

At this moment, those fanatical heretics had been completely baptized by the power of the dark altar, each with eyes wide open, lost in madness and the desire for death. Their clothes were covered with a mixture of solidified blood, flesh, and other corpse fragments, some wearing conical human skin hoods made from victims, and others wearing crude armor adorned with bundles of human femur bones. They held a variety of weapons, from combat swords to lasguns and autoguns.

They sang blasphemous hymns with chaotic and ear-piercing screams, overflowing towards the Battle Sisters along the cratered ground.

"Heretics, die!"

The Battle Sister squad shouted and pulled the trigger, high-explosive rounds hitting flesh and blood, the explosions turning skulls to ashes. But those people were no longer entirely human. Even with holes in their bodies, even with broken arms and necks, they still staggered forward, screams coming from the severed necks.

After a wide-area sweep, the Redeemer's heavy flamer erupted again, incinerating those half-dead enemies.

However, some completely mutated things rushed out of the fire. It was a pieced-together monster, two bodies pressed together, four arms waving blades, hopping forward on three legs. Two heads were fused together, as if one head was growing out of the other's screaming mouth, even part of the internal organs were squeezed out of the body by the hyperplastic bones and hung on the skin, a cluster of canine teeth muttering angry hunger.

A Chaos Spawn that had not completely mutated, but had been blessed by evil energy, bolter rounds creating holes in its body. The initial few shots broke an arm, and a large amount of pus, along with dirty energy, spurted from the wound.

The thing howled, the mouth on the top head trying to speak, six eyes staring at the nuns, mocking and hating.

"Hate must be purged!"

An Archangel fired her heavy melta in a curse, the searing torrent slamming the Chaos Spawn to the ground, its body completely falling apart, turning into a pool of charred flesh. Finally, a furious hiss came, a morbid light flashed, and then the twisted force occupying the body disappeared, banished back to the immaterial hell.

The nuns did not stop, they stepped over the filth and scorched corpses, advancing towards the corrupted altar in the high temperature.

Veilettes walked at the front of the formation, flanked by the Seraphim squad and the command squad. She hardly took action herself, because the others were enough to solve all the troubles they encountered.

A Seraphim aimed at a slack-faced, mumbling man at the front of the enemy ranks, firing and turning his head into a cloud of dark red mist. This was the signal for the other members of the squad to open fire. Amidst the sparks caused by enemy attacks on the armor surfaces, the Battle Sisters continued their advance, slaughtering all defending enemies in their path.

But these devotees of the dark heretics still crowded together tightly, charging recklessly under the drive of their evil masters, so that some bullets even penetrated several targets, ending more lives with one blow.

However, while absorbing a large number of bullets, they also created opportunities for those more terrifying beings to approach the nuns.

The huge Chaos Space Marine unhesitatingly stepped over the warm corpses of the servants, holding a buzzing chainsword, activating the rotating teeth on it, cursing and rushing towards the nuns, sweeping over them with barbaric weapons, his face twisted in rage.

Leading the way was an Enforcer, who passed through flames and bullets almost like a storm, killing two Battle Sisters in a few heartbeats, the warscythe fused with his arm dissecting their torsos, pulling out strings of intestines and letting blood spray on the ground.

"Heretic!"

A Seraphim stepped forward, waving her sword, trying to fight this terrifying behemoth, but she was disarmed after only two exchanges, and her left shoulder armor was slashed.

"Ha, the Corpse-Emperor's stinking bitches are nothing but—"

In the midst of garbled laughter, the Enforcer attacked the Seraphim's neck in the manner of an executioner, intending to behead her with one blow.

But a flashing sword blocked it before the scythe fell, the edge of the scythe skipping on the blade, a burst of white sparks spraying into the air.

Veilettes stared coldly at the twisted Space Marine towering in front of her, then raised her arm, and the sudden burst of great power actually forced the Enforcer to retreat, away from the injured Battle Sister.

"Your filthy blade will not take her."

"Another stinking bitch looking to die!"

The Enforcer roared and pounced back, the great shame of being forced back by a woman almost driving it mad, but the sword in Veilettes' hand was slender and light, swinging faster than the enchanted scythe.

She struck forward heavily and then disengaged, crimson streaks shooting out of the flesh, passing through the foul air, and glittering on the ground.

"I'll fuck you to death!!!!!!"

The Enforcer was even more furious, but Veilettes blocked every attack and continued to apply pressure, forcing the Enforcer to retreat while fighting back in the onslaught.