The Emperor’s Angel of Death

　　 Just as Soshyang was preparing to lead the team to transfer positions, the subspace suddenly became dim, which was a sign of the coming storm.

"Ready to fight!"

　　 He raised the halberd in his hand, and the chainsaw roared in anger.

　　 This is, a voice pierced his mind.

　　 "The plaything of the cursed, you should embrace the truth."

　　 Asia Space is laughing wildly.

　　 It laughed with a terrible sense of victory, as if happy with the progress of a game that only it could understand.

　　 This laughter is a kind of mental blow, a knife slashed on the soul by a sharp blade.

　　 Soshyang realized that he was not completely immune to subspace. He stood there, feeling that the terrible sound stung his will.

　　 When the invisible will smiled, the unclean objects on the flying Taran seemed to have recovered their power, and then the sound of hoofs and the scraping of claws came from the port and starboard sides.

　　 The demons came, howling excitedly, and the door was suddenly full of monsters.

　　 And the subspace itself is still laughing wildly.

The limbs and claws of the Chaos Demons were full of ecstasy. Under the drive of animal indulgence, the evil minions and claws waved at the astral knights with their hoofs, fangs and claws. It's a crazy obscene invitation.

　　 They are not so much fighting as they are dancing wildly. Surround the power armor with slender limbs, clamp the neck guard with giant pliers, and try to cut the seams of the power armor with a sharp razor.

　　 The other demons kept beating the air with their whips, as if celebrating the attack.

　　 Their fierce attacks damaged a part of the power armor. In the first stage of the battle, these abominable things attacked Astarte with an indescribable passion.

　　 They force themselves to enjoy blood and pain, because they never refuse such temptations, they never think of rejection.

　　 But when they approach Soshyan, they can only feel pain.

　　 A storm of explosive bombs bloomed among the demons, blasting large holes in their torso, shattering limbs and bones.

　　The evil evil spirits fell on the deck. When they lost their bodies, their broken bodies were still shaking.

Those demons who passed through the bomb rain encountered the flames of justice. Rogers’s torch spewed scorching flames, spraying outwards from the side of the astral knight’s phalanx, burning flesh and blood from the subspace, Makes the viaduct filled with the stench that is emitted when unclean things turn to ashes.

　　 There is also a flame, a more powerful flame.

　　 It does not come from weapons or any equipment. It comes from the souls and beliefs of the Astartes. This is the true fire of purity.

　　 Everyone can feel the roar from the depths of the priest Yazdan's soul.

　　 "The Emperor of the Candle Torch, the cave is destroyed!"

The anger in his heart was burning, his anger attracted the attacks of the demons, but he was not afraid, and severely drew a demon's whip from its limbs, and then raised the priest's scepter to smash the opponent. .

　　 The demons began to fear his flames. They were still burning and screaming before being split in half.

　　 But they continue to rush forward under the whip of each other, their singing is now full of anger, and at the same time it seems to be extreme temptation.

　　 They want these unyielding souls to feel pain, and they force themselves to feel the limits of what the body can experience.

　　 As the astral knights slowly moved forward along the center of the bridge, a chain saw cut through the demons.

　　 Soshyang took the lead, steadily advancing along the stairs ahead, which led to the bridge.

　　 He waved the chainsaw and dashed from side to side, and at the same time the compound explosive gun on his arm was roaring.

　　 With the Terminator's powerful constant temperature system as a guarantee, even without using the Sacred Flame Sword, he can unscrupulously let the cold metal flow on his limbs.

　　 At this moment, he is transformed into a harvesting sickle made up of roaring sawtooth and flashing bombs.

　　 The demons couldn't resist, and disappeared in the wailing, and the way forward became unimpeded.

　　 The astral knights rushed up the stairs and headed straight for the ship's control area.

　　 In the bridge, the wall bends inward, narrowing the room, and a door at the back leads to the stern.

　　 Obviously, the subspace didn't want the astral knights to be close here, the demons suddenly jumped out, and the white, pink and mottled blue merged into a torrent, rushing out under the action of gravity.

　　 A few seconds later, they once again surrounded the star warriors.

　　 Their cry is broken and terrifying, and the strong smell is irresistible.

　　 Yazdan's soul became angry again, his scepter glowed more dazzlingly, and scorched the unclean more fiercely.

　　 Soshyan was just a few steps ahead, but the demons had surrounded him and tried to separate him from the other warriors.

　　 But it makes no sense to do so.

　　 The icy soul black hole swallowed their essence, and when the roaring chainsaw swept across their illusory flesh, they screamed, the animal skins and limbs shone with white light and then broke.

　　 They are like withered flowers, withering one by one beside him.

　　He is a soulless person at the moment, and those unclean things have no chance in front of him.

　　 took care of the demon around him, and Soshyang took another step.

　　 His heavy boots made a heavy noise on the deck, and then he could no longer feel the hard floor-instead he felt the boots sinking.

So he instinctively looked down, only to find that the deck had collapsed in a two-meter-wide circle centered on him~www.ltnovel.com~The edges of the pit were lined with curved fangs, each with an adult. His arms are the same length.

　　 This is a huge demon. After it senses its prey, the blood bowl bites down with huge hunger and thirst.

　　In a short time, Soshyang was swallowed and fell into the belly of the howling monster.

　　 There is no tongue in the devil's mouth, instead a rotating bone blade.

　　 The bone blade was spinning continuously, and the fangs lined up on both sides of his throat. When Soshyang fell, the fangs attacked him from both sides.

　　 It was a tyrannical digestion mixed with cutting, bludgeoning, and grinding. That mouth kept howling, almost deafening Soshyang.

　　 At that moment, he couldn't see anything, he only felt the sensation of being swallowed by bones and steel, and there was a sense of hunger longing for his flesh and blood and pain.

　　 But fortunately, he is wearing a Terminator armor this time.

　　The curved fangs broke off on the sacred metal. Some just pierced the surface metal and shattered. Only a few sharp teeth pierced the joints, but they did not hurt Soshyan.

　　 All this happened in less than two seconds.

　　 "Damn--"

　　 Soshyang recovered from the initial shock. He held both hands on the metal handle and turned to the spinning bone spurs below.

　　 The roaring chainsaw chopped off the surrounding bone spurs, piercing deeply into the devil's spine, and the foul bone marrow spewed out.

　　 "Hmm, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh~"

The howl of 　　 turned into a scream of pain, like a giant beast with its throat cut by a dagger.