The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"What a day to celebrate, my stupid and ignorant brothers."

A loud and slurred double echo sounded, and Sisina was vaguely aware of the message swarming through her senses, the voices creeping through her and through her, climbing outward in an ever-expanding field. .

It sweeps through the hive like a breeze from below, and then spreads out, crawling into the void, across the chasm of space, seeking those who will listen.

But in the Hive City, this message is almost undetected, and most residents are as blind to the invisible vortex around them as if they were blind.

There are also those who shudder, or blink their eyes in a momentary discomfort they don't understand, and maybe even pause to wonder what it all means—then shrug their shoulders, berate themselves for their stupidity, and move on with their small, empty lives.

Only in starports and executive offices, in guild hubs and Mechanicum temples, astropaths shouted and slurred in their sleep in their cots.

These Blighted Ones form a communications network that serves and sustains the Empire that hates them, and where dense transmissions take a long time to travel across stellar bays, an Astropath can throw his or her voice into the Warp to represent them The masters of the gods passed on information and instructions, and in order to strengthen their defenses, all underwent soul-binding rituals—melting their eyes and fusing their souls with the light of the astronomical torch, so they were hardly afraid of the raids of warp creatures.

Their sensitivity to the aimless visions that were tormenting Sisina was negligible, and in their secluded hut, their physiological reflexes suppressed, a sanctuary of nightmares and troubling thoughts, they patiently The caretakers, accustomed to the restless sleep, calmly administered tranquilizers to the unstable personnel.

No one knows what's going on in Bottomhive.

It was as if in the whole world, Sisina was alone, twitching and screaming, completely exposed.

Even in fear and pain, she was angry at the nature of this spiritual storm, the cunning and cruelty of the enemy beyond words.

No matter what kind of dark angel it is, it's a cruel, perverted bastard!

That bastard, Sisina's soul has already guessed the other party's intentions, it will feed her into the subspace, her power will be out of control, and it will be completely released, even surpassing the limit for a short time, and then she will become a door.

What horror would come out from behind the door?

How far into the Warp would her soul be pushed after such a horrific end?

And who would notice such a thing in the vast starry sky?

Probably no one will know—

Sisina's body twitched, holding herself tightly with all her willpower to protect herself from pain, and a huge mental defense rose in her mind like a storm shield.

She chose to fight on, sworn to serve the Emperor no matter what had happened.

Freed from the pain, recovering from the initial shock and panic, she sorted out her chaotic senses and was rewarded with order.

Now the warp was a pool of oil, or at least that was how she thought it would describe it, with huge ripples swelling outward from the center of a tiny rift.

After she gathered her spirits, she seemed to see a portrait of the enemy: a transcendent snapshot, dazzling at first, then the light faded, and she probably saw its appearance, a demon with a beast's head, black and gold armor, and wings on its back .

It is not as prominent and terrifying as most demons, but it is extremely secretive, quiet, and difficult to detect.

With her efforts to maintain the stability of her soul, she tried to uncover the layers of the enemy's echo, but was quickly thwarted.

From the center of the distant rift flew a creature, a creature never imagined, a composite of the most vicious parts of every predator, resembling a gigantic bird of prey with a beak drawn from a A long, narrow, bird-eyed face protrudes, four legs with sharp claws, human arms and bird wings on the torso, two of the arms also hold a machete and a crystal staff, scattered all over the body. Metallic feathers flashing red and blue, and that's not all, the creature's tail swung constantly from side to side, with spines the size of power swords, while also growing out of its muscular shoulders. Long tentacles with rows of suckers.

But worst of all, it was speaking to him.

"Ah, little sacrifice, let me **** the viscera from your stomach, the thoughts from your brain, and let me bring down the crystal spire of the Mutant Lord."

Her fear and helplessness made her scream uncontrollably, but now she seemed to have no strength, her frail limbs unable to answer the urging of her brain.

"little offering"

The big bird purred from its beak, and it seemed to be right next to her ear, and she felt the hard beak rubbing against her body, and then a tentacle touched her shoulder, and a huge pincer stroked her. face, a pungent sour smell made her sick.

"No! God Emperor! God Emperor bless my soul!"

Just when she was panicked to the extreme, a desperate thought appeared, which was the last hope in her pain—

That absurd-looking man brought a group of inexplicable aliens with him!

Then, her screaming stopped, and she tried to shout again, but heard only a faint hoarse sound, and she tried again, hearing a shaky cry that may—or may not—she had been killed by the warp. devoured.

"Wake up! Wake up!"

A rude voice sounded, and she tried to force herself to open her eyes, but it didn't work, the demon was still beside her.

Just when the sharp beak stretched towards her swollen soft belly~www.readwn.com~ and was about to eat, its consciousness suddenly changed, and its eyes opened wide.

"Fuck my big feet!"

A green light flashed, and then a phantom that really looked like a foot hit the demon's body from top to bottom, smashing the supposedly intangible thing into the air.

Then she felt herself falling, but was held up by something before she hit the ground.

She finally opened her eyes and saw that dirty and greasy face, although she wanted to push him away immediately, but Naihe didn't have any strength in her body.

Then her peripheral vision was biased against the green skin, it was wearing a strange helmet full of antennas, it was bursting with manic power similar to psionic power, and it was controlling a strange trumpet-shaped weapon in its hand, could it be that it saved her just now? ?

Realizing the fact that she was saved by a green skin made Sisina feel like she was still dreaming.

The throne is above, the emperor is above, what has she experienced this day! ?