The Emperor’s Angel of Death

This battle is so pure, there is no lofty ideals, no grand strategy.

This is simple life and death, and for this simplicity, there is only one thing to do.

"For the emperor!"

Soshyan cut his head from the enemy's shoulder, opened his chest, and cut off his legs from his hips.

His sword was always swinging, and he used every movement he knew to kill.

At this time, not only the dead Chaos interstellar warriors, but also the dead mortal crew members came out from the gate, drowning the ten warriors in silver armor like a wave.

But they are doomed to fail,

Saivita slaughtered these walking corpses in dozens, tearing the corpses to shreds, and even these corpses could not continue to fight.

They grabbed his body and beat his armor with broken fists, but the crow prince enjoyed the melee very much, and he tore them to pieces with a halberd swing.

Thor's movements were not so conspicuous, but they were equally fatal.

He had already shot the pistol empty, so he used the sword master's precision sword to kill the enemy.

He knew these subspace creations very well, and knew that the only way to completely destroy the enemy was to beheaded.

Almin and his team were walking towards the entrance arch with flags.

He is not retreating, but clearing a corridor for retreats that may be needed.

Soshyan had just split a Chaos Interstellar Warrior, and a huge crimson thing suddenly struck from the right side, slammed his shoulder and knocked him to the ground.

Then, an armored boot fell with a bang, and Soshyan rolled away.

He swung his sword at the warrior's torso, but the blade hit the rune-engraved power axe.

"Death comes for you, son of blasphemy!"

The dead leader of the Chaos Space Marines whispered in a muddy accent.

"When I'm ready, death will come."

Before the words fell silent, Soshyang raised his sword with both hands to block an oblique slash from the opponent.

The power behind this move was great, and sparks full of energy spewed out from the collision of the two weapons.

The server in the battle armor was enhancing his power, and the smell of ozone filled his nostrils. Soshyan turned his wrist to let the roaring blades scrape down his power sword.

Then he dodges a quick return blow, slamming the place in the groin.

It was a good blow, powerful, accurate, and hitting the twisted joints between the opponent's pelvis and thighs.

After a twist, Soshyang pulled out the blade.

The black blood spattered out suddenly? The smell was so foul.

Is this really the most disgusting thing in the world? Even the helmet filter can't stop the smell.

Soshyang was breathless and even had the urge to vomit.

The blood stopped flowing? The Chaos Space Marine didn't even slow down.

"You killed my relatives."

He growled lowly? A layer of disintegrating foam overflowed from his lips.

Soshyan did not answer, and attacked again.

Although his swordsmanship is better? But the enemy's speed and strength are also amazing. Even under the action of gray marrow? This subspace creation is still a fierce opponent.

Gunshots echoing in the distance? The flash of the reaction explosion was only visible.

The Chaos Star Warrior began to laugh wildly, his battle axe turned into a vague shadow, and the speed of blocking, defending, and attacking reached an impossible level.

The liquid black flame jumped along his shell.

"Savior? Monster? Traitor..."

The subspace creation giggled, spinning, and almost bumped an elbow against Soshyan's helmet.

"Subspace knows you..."

"Too much nonsense!"

Soshyang suddenly kicked the opponent's right knee, and when the opponent lost his balance, his sword cut off the monster's left arm.

A stream of filthy blood gushing out? There are also a lot of things that squirm, spread, and roll like insects.

The Chaos Space Marines struggled in the stench, and the battle axe swept toward Soshyang's head.

Soshyan blocked the blow? His boots smashed into the opponent's stomach like a hammer, and then something fast-moving and powerful hit it again—perhaps a stray bullet or ricochet.

Behind the broken helmet? The demon's face trembled.

As the cold that entered the soul's core became more intense, pain began to torture its essence? A boiling black liquid gushing out of its mouth? The body also became shaky.

"Profane..."

Soshyan saw its flaw? A sword pierced his breastplate.

The blade was like a bolt of lightning, piercing Tao Gang, flesh and blood, bones and the thing of the dark night, piercing the carapace all the way.

The dead Chaos Interstellar warrior let out a crazy scream, and the voice echoed at the two levels of the world and the illusion.

The power armor draped on it began to corrode at an extremely fast speed, and it turned into ashes in an instant.

In an instant, all the dead bodies fell down.

Ten blood-stained giants stood among the piles of corpses, like silent statues.

"It's not over yet."

Suddenly, one of them spoke, and he slammed the chain saw halberd in his hand, and threw the flesh and blood attached to it to the wall and the ground.

"The culprit is still on board."

Soshyang looked at the pile of ashes on the ground. At the moment when the opponent died, a huge burning one-eyed appeared in his consciousness, roaring with hatred, corruption, and betrayal.

"Xingyu Room..."

He muttered to himself that only Sol on the side heard it.

"what?"

"It's in the Star Language Room..."

With that, Soshyang suddenly opened his legs and ran towards the side of the passage. Sol and Saivita looked at each other, and then immediately chased after him, as did the others.

The Star Whisper Room is also located on the upper deck, not far from the bridge area. They rushed all the way, ignoring the nonsense and unconscious crew members on the road, and those people did not have the desire to attack. They just wandered silly and occasionally had bad luck. The egg appeared on Astarte's path of action, and could only be pushed down and trampled ruthlessly.

But they couldn't even make a scream.

Ten minutes later, they arrived at the star language room of the ship.

But at this time the Star Language Room had disappeared, the floor and ceiling were hollowed out, forming a cave-like hall, underneath was a group of tangled and chaotic burning debris.

A large number of evil emblems and heretical text smeared with blood and filth hung from the bare rafters.

In the middle of the room, there stands a three-story-high monster-like Thinker computer, like a huge mechanical organ, swaying through the data core poured from the top, and the furnace-like bloated body sprays. Steam and smoke.

The Thinker’s computers in the entire Astral Language Room must have been grouped together to create this huge engine located in the lair~www.ltnovel.com~ Its rusty black shell is covered with twisted evil text, as it The operation and the threatening low noise from time to time.

The valves and armatures all over trembled, like a swarm of humming insects.

A thin body wrapped in rune bandages, all limbs bound by chains, floats above the huge machine, and crackling witchcraft energy surrounds his feet.

As if sensing someone approaching, it turned around, revealing a strange face with tattoos and stitched eyes, mouth, ears and nostrils.

It had to have a one eye and a big mouth on each of its shoulders. When Soshyan and others approached, the two big mouths began to chant a terrible witchcraft prayer with a sharp pitch.

"I finally know how they tracked us in the subspace."

Savita saw this creature and suddenly said:

"An enchanter...ha, their guts are fatter than the **** of the Death Guard."