The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"Don't just stand there! For our loved ones! For our children! And for the Pureblood Angels! Fire!"

Under the command of the last bishop of the Order, thousands of Genestealers surrounding the transport ship joined in the shooting, but all they did was make a few holes in the bloodstained, tattered exterior.

Those terrifying metal monsters were still closing in step by step.

They had to hold the launchpad to buy the mechanics time to repair.

"Behind!"

Suddenly, Mattingly heard a terrified shout. He turned his head and saw a dozen monsters had jumped onto the platform on the other side. They had thought they would be fine after removing the ladders, assuming the metal monsters wouldn't have much jumping ability. But they didn't expect these things to leap more than ten meters high, shattering the guardrail upon landing with their powerful impact and metal bodies. One of them pounced on two Order guards, slashing them down with a flick of its claws. It then turned around and backhanded another Order believer trying to smash it with a wrench, turning his chest into a bloody mess.

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"Die!"

But a howling believer suddenly rushed over, and before the opponent's claws could cut him open, he yanked the pins on the dozen or so grenades strapped to his body.

Boom—!

The violent explosion directly blew away three or four Skinners who had jumped up, but it wasn't enough, because two of them stood up in the blink of an eye after falling.

"Machine guns, fall back!"

Hearing the command, Mattingly didn't care about the hot barrel and picked up the machine gun and ran, another person carrying the ammunition box closely following him.

When he arrived at the third-level platform, which was also the main channel entrance to the transport ship, and started setting up the machine gun and loading bullets again, he vaguely saw several Pureblood Angels launching a charge from the left towards the enemies climbing onto the platform.

A Pureblood Angel lunged forward, leaping over the corpse and skewering its claws into the chest of a monster, pouring all its strength and rage into this strike.

But the claws, which were enough to tear a person apart, failed to kill the opponent. The monster also stretched out its claws and severed the Pureblood Angel's head with a single blow, then tore its body to pieces in a few more strikes.

"Damn it, at this rate..."

Mattingly muttered angrily, aiming the machine gun at the guy and firing a burst of bullets, causing it to stagger a few steps. But it quickly rushed to the side and used the barricade of oil drums to wave its claws of death at the soldiers hiding inside and shooting.

At this time, the only thing that could save them, Mattingly felt, was the Star Emperor, who had now thrown messengers to the ground. Of course, the appearance of those creatures couldn't be described as angelic. They crawled out of juice-filled spore sacs, with exaggerated, bizarre appearances and terrifying sizes.

But, none of that mattered anymore.

Surviving, he was not only for himself, but also to continue his bloodline. He still had a responsibility to uphold.

The remaining Genestealers poured the inferior ammunition from their gun barrels, not seeking to kill any monsters, merely to delay them.

"They're here!"

In the excited voice, a giant bat-like creature descended into this transport port that was being slaughtered, grabbing a Skinner and slamming it hard on the ground.

Subsequently, the sky was shrouded in bat-wing-like shadows, and a large number of gargoyles appeared on the battlefield. Rain of death shot out from their alien gun barrels, parasite-like bullets towards those metal monsters, but it was useless. Fortunately, those terrifying maggot bullets also miraculously didn't hurt any Genestealers present.

However, he noticed that the corpses of his fallen comrades were also grabbed into the sky, and many chillingly shaped small creatures appeared on the ground. Wherever they went, they seemed to devour everything that could be devoured, including corpses and the skin on those metal monsters.

What were they doing?

"The Star Emperor's reinforcements have finally arrived."

Hearing his comrade comfort himself like this, Mattingly didn't say anything, but the seeds of doubt had already blossomed in his heart.

"Retreat into the ship."

Hearing the bishop's voice, everyone hurriedly packed up their things and ran into the opened hatch. In the process, for some reason, Mattingly felt the air becoming more and more turbid, and his lungs even began to itch.

But fortunately, as the hatch closed, these discomforts disappeared. Unfortunately, only more than two hundred people survived from the team of thousands. Inside the cabin, his wife burst into tears of joy when she saw him return. Mattingly also hugged her, but now was not the time to be happy. The ship's malfunction was still being repaired, and they had to guard any position that might be breached. Mattingly gripped his gun and stared at everything blurred outside the thick observation window.

The angels were fiercely fighting the monsters. Although from the depths of his heart he refused to admit that those "things" were angels, because their appearance was too bizarre and grotesque.

And those metal monsters not only had ground forces, but also a metal construct like a giant flying insect began to join the battle. In this case, even larger flying creatures appeared in the sky, and raptors like jet attack aircraft began to spew acid and spore-like explosives towards the ground, beginning to cause real damage to those metal monsters.

In fact, they did have shadows of Pureblood Angels on them. Their scythe-shaped tearing claws were exactly the same as those possessed by Pureblood Angels, and the shape of their skulls was also slender like that of acolytes, but their eyes were blind and empty, giving Mattingly a very uncomfortable feeling.

For some reason, he now desperately wanted to leave this world, no matter where to.

"Hmm, a small skiff, there might be something interesting inside."

Standing on his Bone Chariot, Valgul's crimson eyes watched with interest the transport ship trembling on the launch rack, it seemed it would take off at any moment.

"Crowned General, Akhensa."

As the chariot slowly descended to a height of ten meters above the ground, an existence resembling a Serpentine Destroyer coiled its barbed lower body and bowed respectfully. On the thorns behind it, there were already five heads of Tyranid Warrior Bugs strung.

Its overall size was three times larger than that of an ordinary Serpentine Destroyer. Its lower body was more like a huge Tomb Stalker. Its body, like Valgul's, had undergone a huge distortion. It wasn't like this in the past, but after entering the Skinner Temple, like Valgul, it had received a more powerful blood blessing. Its upper body had now become covered with layers of scale armor, its arms had become six, two pairs of claws, two pairs of blades, two pairs of long whips, and its consciousness had slightly struggled out of the infinite chaos of the past, at least able to understand tactical commands and arrangements.

"Hiss... My Lord Akhensa... Hiss obeys."

Although it was so strange, in Valgul's eyes, this was a valiant and extraordinary general riding a multi-legged war beast, wearing armor passed down from his ancestors, and also one of his most trusted generals, who had made countless contributions to the dynasty in the past.