The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Hounds of Khorne, worshippers of the Corpse Emperor, cowards, they will all die.

Toru Sut raised his twin-headed axe, running and shouting, his throat aching, his face flushed, his body trembling, running until his muscles ached. He charged down the slope, refusing to let any other Khornate warrior reach the Corpse Worshippers before him.

Suddenly, a part of his consciousness vaguely felt an impact, as if everything was shrouded beneath it, the air suddenly filled with crackling sounds.

It didn't matter, they were close, very close.

He roared again, raising his roaring chainaxe.

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He couldn't wait any longer, he couldn't wait any longer, nor could the Blood God.

He waved his axe as he ran, pouring every ounce of Khorne's blessed power into it. Suddenly, a spear appeared in his sight, those cowards in silver-grey armor. Then he saw a cloud of blood mist, a sudden crimson red in his vision, a good omen, foretelling that he would win more blood.

Without hesitation, he lunged at the spear with a deafening roar.

"Blood for the Blood God!"

At that moment, he saw a shield, its metal surface engraved with a dazzling crossed swords symbol.

Blood spurted out, and he felt the warm liquid splattering on the exposed skin where his armor didn't cover, which made him utter an indistinguishable praise.

Then another spear struck his body, and for the first time, he felt pain, and cold. →

In the process, his axe rose and fell, just enough to split the shield, then the skin and bone. Then another spear slashed along his side, splashing out more blood.

More and more blood, that's what the Blood God wanted most.

Suddenly, excruciating pain darkened his vision, something pierced his helmet, and his skull. Now it was stuck there. He dropped his axe and grabbed the spear with both hands, his hands covered in blood, and roared again, trying to tear it out.

The spear was yanked back violently, and he felt more blood splattering on his face.

Part of his attention sensed that consciousness and pain were receding, and his world fell into darkness.

"Advance!"

Mark roared, kicking the still-twitching corpse aside. The enemy had only left two scratches on his shield, nothing more. The only thing that surprised him was that this thing could withstand a dozen bolter rounds and three spear thrusts before dying from a hit to a vital point. It seemed that without the use of Grey Knights' psycho-active ammunition, these warp-spawned abominations were still very resilient.

His other hand wielded the Silence Spear, its wide spearhead quickly piercing another Khorne Berserker, who wriggled like a fish on a harpoon. Mark raised his arm and threw the opponent aside.

"Fire!"

The shield wall opened, and the second line of warriors activated their plasma guns, showering the enemy with dense plasma. The followers of Khorne fell in rows, even their blessed bodies couldn't hold out for long. →

But these madmen continued to charge forward, wielding axes and hammers, their footsteps clattering, ecstatic.

Everyone was trying to win the attention of the Blood God, and more killing had to continue, before crashing into powder under the gray high walls—

As Torson Sothjan in Terminator armor stepped out of the Stormbird, the situation on the battlefield immediately gathered in his hands. The boarding area had been opened, and all troops had landed in their designated positions, but the enemy was also pouring in from all directions, and six companies were already engaged with the enemy.

At this time, landing ships were still landing, and as they opened their hatches, towering battle robots and robed Mechanicus priests walked out.

"How is the scan of the interior of the derelict ship?"

As Sothjan asked, Dietrian immediately walked up to him and held up a data slate.

"Chapter Master, according to the scan results, the signal source is roughly located at this location, but there are a large number of interference sources inside the derelict ship, making it impossible to scan the specific structure. Only some main passages can be scanned."

Sothjan glanced at it. The thing emitting the screaming signal wasn't too far from here.

"Understood. What else do you have to tell me about this derelict ship?"

"There are a few things, Chapter Master. Please take a look."

Under Dietrian's guidance, Sothjan came to a strange machine. It looked like a daemon engine hanging on the wall, composed of steel and brass, gears, boilers, and pistons. These parts were fused together in a terrifying way, surrounded by trembling limbs, bulging eyeballs, and floating cilia. Many silver threadworms could be seen in the damaged areas.

"This is—"

"Something just discovered. I suspect that the reason why this derelict ship is so different from other derelict ships is inseparable from this thing."

Sothjan stared at the thing for a while, then stepped forward.

"Chapter Master, this thing is a little dangerous—"

Before Dietrian could finish speaking, Sothjan reached out and, amid the thing's screams, directly probed into the torn area, grabbing the wriggling silver threadworms. The extremely aggressive cilia and limbs made no movement, as if they didn't dare to touch Sothjan.

In the next moment, Sothjan 'saw' something, a furnace so huge it was terrifying, endless daemon engines, madly twisted creations, and a huge derelict ship being reshaped, as well as a will, standard, precise, rigorous, like a machine that almost never made mistakes.

Suddenly, the other party seemed to notice his 'peeking', and the silver threadworms instantly melted into a pool of liquid metal, dripping from Sothjan's fingers and quickly seeping into the floor, leaving no trace.

As he withdrew his hand, he muttered to himself:

"This doesn't look like a daemon or a Chaos Lord. Strange?"

"Chapter Master?"

Sothjan waved his hand.

"It's nothing, but as you said, these threadworms and this daemon engine are indeed used to control this derelict ship. Notify everyone to destroy them immediately upon sight."

"Yes."

With the help of that brief contact, and the mysterious power within him that gave him mastery over metal, Sothjan had a rough understanding of the structure of the derelict ship, and realized that the interior of the derelict ship was already filled with daemon engines and Chaos Space Marines. So he decided to personally lead the assault to eliminate the screaming device with minimal casualties.

So he made deployments.

"The 3rd and 6th Companies protect the landing zone, the 1st Combat Robot Battalion assists in defense. Talos, you lead the 11th Company from the right-hand passage, advance along the marked area, and enter the upper passage through the elevator shaft, covering the main passage assault."

"Received."

"The 1st, 2nd, and 10th Companies, advance with me. The 2nd Combat Robot Battalion will provide rear guard cover."

As Sothjan issued a series of instructions, two priests 'lifted' the huge Flame of Heaven to his side and respectfully raised it.

While holding the Flame of Heaven, the red amulet inlaid at the top of the Flame of Heaven also emitted a faint red light. Twelve huge, black and red, neckless heads that looked like they were inlaid on the torso were lowered, and their faces were carved into mourning masks that closely resembled ancient mausoleum guardians.

Soul Reavers, Sothjan had been taking the time to practice commanding them over the past few years. He found that the Flame of Heaven had a similar function to an antenna, which could remotely activate and control these combat robots, just like those extinct relics. However, he was currently more accustomed to commanding 12 units at the same time, and more might distract him.

"Advance!"