The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Just as Jackie ordered the team to split up and check, planning to establish contact with the rear, the Aberrants suddenly became agitated, repeatedly striking the ground with the huge road sign in their hands, and emitting low roars from their throats, signaling the approach of danger.

"Everyone, gather around me immediately!"

Jackie immediately made a judgment and ordered the team to assemble.

At this moment, a Neophyte stumbled out of a dark corner, sprinting towards them as fast as he could, a wound above his eyes, blood streaming down, his armor stained with blood, his eyes filled with fear and hope.

"Enemies—"

Before he could finish his words, a huge black spike pierced him from behind, the Neophyte spitting out a mouthful of blood, collapsing to the ground, convulsing.

"Ah!"

The death of the kin shocked Jackie, and under the immense pressure and fear, a Neophyte began to unleash the heavy firepower of a mining laser into the boundless darkness, the noise of large-caliber bullets tearing through the air instantly drowning out reason, and all the Neophytes began firing.

"Stop! Stop! Stop! Don't expose yourselves by firing randomly!"

Just then, neat footsteps suddenly echoed around them, and the Neophytes seemed to notice, stopping firing and looking into the darkness.

Jackie swallowed, feeling an army was approaching.

Soon, the Necrons stepped into their lights.

Those metal undead, somewhat worn by the ravages of time, marched forward in unison, their steps so smooth and orderly, neatly lined up, holding strange gauss weapons, and in the human-like skull eye sockets, flickered an ominous light of eerie green.

Jackie's mouth slightly widened, and he finally realized that this was the truth the cult had been hiding all along.

These undead, seemingly made of metal remains, were the threats hidden deep underground!

Moreover, not only in the front passage, but also in the passage behind them, a large number of such enemies appeared, of many types, humanoids, serpentine, scorpion-like, floating, holding shields and swords and battle axes.

The silent army marched towards this Neophyte squad, and the Hybrid Acolytes also sensed the immense pressure and began to roar.

"Break through! Break through to the rear!"

Jackie immediately made a judgment, and a ghostly insect-like object rose from the floor of the hall, emitting an emerald-colored halo.

It floated weightlessly, as if lifted by a ghostly wind, then turned, gazing at the roaring Aberrant with a nest of alabaster eyes, it had four arms, two with claws, two with huge jade-green scythe blades.

Startled, the Neophytes opened fire again, but most of the bullets passed through this ethereal form, causing no damage, only a few sparks on its metal shell, then it rushed towards them.

Or rather, towards the Aberrant.

The Aberrant also waved the huge heavy road sign, trying to smash this terrible thing, but the serpentine wraith twisted in the air, extending its segmented long tail, and in an instant, this monster changed from a phantom to a solid, its tail splitting a Hybrid Acolyte from shoulder to hip, blood spraying into a scarlet cloud, then circling the furious Aberrant with a grace that was almost eerie.

The moment it landed, the Aberrant's fragments, now in five pieces, slid apart at the smooth cuts.

But it didn't linger on the Genestealers for even half a second, turning towards the darkness, a voice not its own emanating from its narrow skull—

"Traitor—found you—"

As gauss rays began to slaughter the Genestealers, a behemoth slowly emerged from the darkness, stepping on the lifeless dead with one foot, the corpse making an ominous cracking sound under the immense weight.

It was a huge tomb spider, but unlike the usual ones, it had massive phase blade mandibles, and a scorpion-like tail behind it, two twin-linked gauss flayers prominently marked on its back and abdomen.

On the back of the huge tomb spider floated a figure, she had a very finely crafted body, plated with gold, inlaid with various gems, tall and graceful, highlighting her female identity, her chest bearing a symbol composed of many rings, a pale red veil of liquid metal surrounding her body, a pure gold mask replacing her face, the features on the mask lifelike, yet chilling.

(This is a character requested by a certain alliance leader, not that I have any special hobbies...)

Her right hand held a long staff with blades on both ends, the head containing gyroscope engines, gravity generators, and other complex devices, integrated into a heart-shaped frame, constantly rotating.

This was an alchemist, who should have been revered in a dynasty.

When she paused her gaze on the Serpentine Destroyer for a moment, she spoke in a uniquely rhythmic voice.

"I only took back what originally belonged to us, never betrayed anyone."

"The Silent King decrees—the remnants of the High Technician Academic Community—exterminate without mercy—"

"Szarekh? What he's plotting is pushing us towards a second destruction! I warned you! But you treat him as a savior!"

The Serpentine Destroyer paused only for a moment, then emitted a series of screams composed of mechanical noise and grating static.

"The Silent King decrees—the remnants of the High Technician Academic Community—exterminate without mercy—"

"The Silent King decrees—the remnants of the High Technician Academic Community—exterminate without mercy—"

"The Silent King decrees—the remnants of the High Technician Academic Community—exterminate without mercy—"

Realizing there was nothing more to say, the alchemist manipulated her pet to disengage, the long mechanical legs stretching out like a spider, providing amazing speed for its shuffling advance.

At this moment, Jackie had just avoided a deadly scythe strike from a scorpion-like monster, but the Hybrid Acolyte leader was not so lucky, the heavy weapon in his hand only scratched a spark on the opponent, then the whole person was divided into four.

Watching the sacred forefather being so easily killed, Jackie panicked, surrounded by the screams and desperate cries of his kin.

Just as he turned to find a place to hide, a huge thing rushed towards him, hitting him hard on the head, causing him to scream and fall backward.

Blood blurred his eyes, Jackie's vision began to blur, but he still saw the spider-like thing darted to the top cast in concrete above, and then with a green flash, broke through a large hole and drilled in.

Where is it going?

The surface?

If these monsters go to the surface, then how will the cult face it, how will his kin face it?

Cold, pain.

The Harmony of Voices gradually faded from consciousness, as the soulless mechanical head appeared overhead, the eerie green eyes staring into his eyes, Jackie wanted to grip his weapon.

As the claws pierced into his skull, his last struggle turned into smoke.

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