The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Weak enemies were not Fione's target. The Dark Mosquito Legion should perform more glorious tasks. After all, they were one of the main legions of the dynasty. He even thought they were stronger than the Star Python gang. The warriors in the legion had a deep symbiosis with the stinging insects. Although they lost their legs, they gained the ability to fly, and their attack methods and speed were greatly enhanced.

However, an order was an order, and there was no room for doubt.

When he gradually transformed from a proud crowned general into a flayer, he was once terrified. He also felt depraved when he first seized flesh and blood. Under the effect of overwhelming doomsday, he almost lost his mind, but fortunately, they still had their king. The most magical thing about Valgul was that he maintained the twisted minds of the flayers. Although this mind still seemed crazy and dark, every citizen of the kingdom could feel an undeniable sense of mission.

Amidst the noise and bloodshed, the terrifying unity of the Deathless was unmistakable. This was the power that had once allowed them to overthrow the gods.

Therefore, despite the torment of years, centuries, and tens of thousands of years, the minds of the flayers were still degenerating, but they still knew and firmly believed this: they were no longer vagrants or pests, they were still warriors, just like a long time ago.

Their chaotic consciousness firmly remembered that feeling, although their forms had become broken and twisted horrific shapes, their pride never went out.

Like Fione at this moment, he was driving his flying chariot, commanding his winged soldiers. He could no longer see his twisted truth. The real world only existed in his chaotic consciousness. He only knew that he was heroic and vigorous, clad in silver armor, holding high the war halberd representing his family and ancestors. The cowardly prey was so shocked by his imposing manner that they couldn't even lift their weapons, and he ended their lives with perfect efficiency.

"Dark Mosquito Knights! For the King, for the Crimson God!"

When he pointed his war halberd at those rioting animals, he saw primal panic in them. They were terrified by the charge of the Dark Mosquito Knights—actually because they saw a wall of death, howling and with sharp claws, descending from the sky to take their lives.

The guards on the wall simply didn't have the courage to face such enemies. They turned and ran, but had no chance at all.

The fastest Dark Mosquito Knights bent their claws, like swooping vultures, accelerated past the protective wall, and pierced their claw tips into the bodies of the fleeing humans in a matter of seconds.

Some prey turned to resist, but their courage only made them die more painfully.

Although the flayers' attacks seemed chaotic and random, they actually possessed a strange coordination. They seemed like randomly combined gears, and their attack frequencies were completely meshed together, rushing forward where others slowed down, letting a wall of flashing claws fall where it was most needed.

In an instant, those tailless apes fell like severed reeds.

As Fione led the knights forward, the sound of frantic, wet feeding and tearing resounded around him. The fallen prey was being torn to pieces by ordinary flayers pouring in from the gate.

"No!!!!!"

Watching his son being cut into pieces, old Maqi let out a painful roar, then raised his gun and fired frantically at that thing.

The next second, it turned to old Maqi, and the bone-chilling killing intent made old Maqi scream in terror and stagger away. His guards immediately surrounded him, protected their master, and fired at the enemy in mid-air.

In an instant, sparks flew, and then the powerful flayer lord had arrived in the crowd, instantly spinning around and swinging a claw at an astonishing speed, setting off a wave of blood.

"Block it! Block it!"

Old Maqi scrambled to escape to safety, but it was clear that the family's foundation had collapsed. The enemy had broken in, and all he could do was take his family and run away immediately, as close to the Evil Luo Sea City as possible.

"Dad! Dad! Let's go!"

At this time, his second son ran over. One of his arms had disappeared, but he still endured the severe pain and helped old Maqi up, handing him over to the people around him.

"Take Dad away!"

Old Maqi, already out of breath, was almost carried towards the small door, but suddenly he heard a warning and a white noise howl behind him, which prompted him to turn his head.

Another nightmare, swooping down from the sky, charged with all its might and pounced on his second son. Although the man tried to resist, the opponent directly slapped him away nearly five meters.

As he landed heavily, the flayer's crackling claws had already torn open his chest.

"No!!!!!"

This scene made old Maqi's eyes split. Losing two sons in a single day made even the brutal him feel grief.

Just then, a roar came from somewhere overhead, followed by scorching blue plasma flames engulfing the monster that was tearing apart old Maqi's son's corpse, but the flash also burned his retina, almost blinding him instantly, and leaving another burning image in his blinking eyes.

Two seconds later, the burning alien carcass was crushed by the huge armored giant that landed on it.

"This place, and even the eternal paradise of heaven, will not allow you soulless aliens to tarnish it!"

Dozens of tall giants appeared impressively. The rifts used to transport them still emitted a bright hellish orange light. Many people stared blankly at their sudden appearance.

After that, many people instinctively knelt down, because in this world, any mortal must kneel before the monks, otherwise it is a capital crime, even the result is more terrible than death.

But accompanied by the harsh white noise, Fione howled and arrived, swinging his halberd and cutting off the head of the guy who had just killed his knight from his shoulders, as easily as cutting through the air.

This action made the team leader's eyes widen in surprise, and also made many mortals around him scream, because the master who was like a god in their eyes died just like them, lowly slaves.

Stringing his opponent's head on his war halberd, Fione enjoyed the feeling of revenge. Although Astartes were not common, he was familiar enough with the forms of these creatures to know that the Astartes only had the most cursory morphological similarity with those tailless apes. They were complete monsters, with multiple redundant organs stuffed into their bodies, their bones broken and rebuilt again and again, just to pile more meat on top, and just like those primitives, messy characteristics were very obvious on them, with foreign objects everywhere: ammunition, splints, cables, and groups of malfunctioning machinery, like the tendrils of parasites, and all these things were inexplicably installed and bolted under layers of stacked ceramite and metal.