The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Chapter 2645 Underground Strange Tales

"I really hope I can kill some monsters or enemies soon, those red-robed cowards are too boring."

While everyone was busy, the most combative vanguard in the team couldn't help but swing his chainsword wildly at imaginary enemies, his mouth not idle either.

His competitiveness was well-known among the many new blood believers, and although his violence was bound by the blood-based discipline, this attitude of doing nothing but talking nonsense still angered many people.

"Put down your weapon and move these things up! Don't let me see you idle again! Otherwise, I'll let you go to other teams to find the fighting opportunities you want!"

Jackie appropriately represented everyone's opinion, and that guy eventually had to move the scattered and piled up huge boxes with his head down.

They hadn't been busy for long when they heard a greeting, and Jackie quickly walked out of the dispatch station.

Under the illumination of the searchlights, he saw some shadows swaying in the direction they came from, followed by the noise of claws scratching against metal, but the new blood didn't find it strange or suspicious. The aura of the Order's sacred hybrids passed through a cloud of foul-smelling miasma, attracting the attention of the new blood believers.

"We're here."

A huge three-armed acolyte came to the crowd in a thin slave labor uniform without any protection. The members behind it were slightly smaller than the leader, but their average size still exceeded the tallest new blood descendants here.

Out of pure piety, the new blood lowered their heads to salute their predecessors.

"Powerful champions, welcome to your arrival. Our team will do everything possible to protect you."

Jackie's words were very passionate, but facing such tall and bizarre family members in front of him, as well as the acolytes' claws that could penetrate composite metal and their mouths full of sharp teeth, this sentence was more like a child's naive promise to an adult.

"No need to be nervous, we protect you, the task of the mission is the bishop."

The Order clearly defines status according to the purity of blood. Except for those bishops and elders with powerful mental powers, most cultists are higher in rank the less human they look. The highest rank is the "pure-blooded angel" who completely gets rid of human form, followed by the mixed-blood acolytes who are like beasts. They have a similar atavistic appearance to pure-blooded angels, and are more powerful and primitive, although this also prevents them from expressing their inner thoughts in short and clear human words like new blood cultists.

The appearance of the acolytes aroused the killing instincts of the genestealer hybrids. Their original fear and fear were quickly thrown behind them, and they began to rub their hands and wait for the next action.

But the acolytes did not act immediately, and neither did Jackie, because he sensed that there was something else coming.

Soon, a behemoth freed from its chains appeared in the light, accompanied by the sound of broken floor tiles. This was a malformed creature over 3 meters tall, and also the Order's living totem.

Its huge claws were driven by arms as thick as tires, tightly gripping a twisted metal road sign. The shackles on its neck were artificially removed, and it was being guided everywhere by the bishop's psychic beacon.

This blue-purple three-armed giant immediately attracted the respect of all believers, who bowed their heads one after another. In their eyes, the abomination, although strange and ugly, possessed an unspeakable charm, a kind of beauty that symbolized power. Originally, the collar around its neck was a symbol of the sect's enslavement. The bishop chose it as a war machine, but also bound it like livestock. Although no believer wanted to blaspheme the divine creation in front of them, its overly violent temperament and the huge size that could not be ignored still brought trouble to the Order's daily life.

But it was not actually violent to the new blood, but rather had a unique concern.

On the abomination's wide forehead, there were several strange eyes of different sizes and angles, as well as a bizarre but very useful olfactory organ.

It stopped in front of the new blood, shook its head, and mumbled a few vague words in its throat.

"Follow you be careful darkness"

"Jackie, lead your team to set off, leave a small number of people at the transit station."

The bishop's voice rang in Jackie's head, but it seemed a little weak.

"That interference has appeared again, be careful."

"Yes, Bishop, I will definitely live up to your expectations."

When the bishop handed over the powerful military force to him as a guard, Jackie realized that their route might be the "most promising" one at the moment. This burden made him feel proud and a little apprehensive. He was worried that his failure would cause irreparable losses to the Order.

"You twenty stay here to guard this place. If there is any situation, report it to the rear in time. Be smart. If the situation is not right, leave. It is most important to convey the information to the bishop. Don't sacrifice yourself in vain."

After the arrangements were made, Jackie, led by the abomination, began to delve into the old home that had become terrifying.

The reason for arranging the abomination to walk in the front was not because he was afraid of death, but because the abomination had a special crisis instinct, and its perception of danger was even stronger than the bishop's. The new blood held guns and were alert to the surrounding dilapidated vents, while the acolytes slowly followed the former's footsteps, maintaining a reliable rear for this reconnaissance force.

The abomination's body, as hard and strong as a giant rock, produced a lot of noise during the march. Its heavy feet burst out with thunderous footsteps, stomping almost to crush the passage. The chitinous armor on its body emitted a jewel-like luster under the illumination of the helmet searchlights.

After walking for thousands of meters, the abomination's swollen nostrils seemed to be sniffing something, and it stopped.

Jackie carefully walked past it and discovered horrifying evidence - on both sides of the dirty and humid passage, many chitinous relics were like fossil remains. Jackie and his teammates walked over, and a torn relic came into view. It was a pure-blood, and its entire body was cut into three pieces by some force. The flesh had rotted, but the bones and carapace remained.

Pure-blooded angels are sacred in the eyes of the new blood, but now there is one, or rather more than one, lying dead here.

What killed them?

"The cuts are very neat, like the laser or ray weapons of the mechanical slave masters."

Jackie used the sharp blade in his hand to point at the edge of the corpse block that had been cut into three sections, and then he discovered something, squatted down, and opened the corpse below.

On the metal ground, three deep marks were clearly visible. Jackie ran his palm over the metal surface, and a terrible claw suddenly appeared in his mind, more terrible than the claws of the pure-blooded angels, which made his heart suddenly beat wildly.

"Damn, what kind of weapon is this? It has such power."

"What do we do now?"

"Keep going, everyone be more careful."

Jackie came to the abomination and tried to appease its unease, but the abomination still grumbled, perhaps because it was disconnected from the bishop's spiritual connection that made it feel uneasy, but it finally took a step.

As they continued to go deeper underground, they saw more and more remains, and the new blood became more and more nervous.

But fortunately, no real enemies appeared. Finally, they arrived at the second transit station, which meant that they were only two transit stations away from their destination!

This place, like before, was barren, abandoned, and even retained many of the Order's past construction of living facilities, such as underground farms and recruit training camps. The Order's flag was weakly strung on a metal pole, and in this place, Jackie found that his telepathic communication with other relatives became sticky, sluggish, and even blocked, and he had to rely more on spoken language to convey instructions.

But the impact of being spiritually divided was not limited to this. The new blood began to feel a little panicked. They instinctively considered the mixed-blood acolytes, trying to gain strength from their predecessors.

"Everyone don't panic, this is our home, we must take it back, in squads, check it carefully."