The Emperor’s Angel of Death

　　嘭——————!

　　 Amid the roar of building collapse, a statue of a one-eyed nun stared at Yazdan through the broken stained glass window.

　　The firelight passed through the window to set off his black armor in red, blue, and yellow.

　　 The sound of explosions constantly shook the gravel streets.

　　 A cannonball exploded above his head, immediately causing the church to pour a burst of heavy concrete fragments on the priest and his team.

　　 In the windows of the superstructure, the cultists with tattoos on their faces looked out. After spotting the emperor’s angels, they spit thick sputum at them, or occasionally fired a few shots to achieve the same effect.

　　 They have completely abandoned their respect for the emperor.

　　 An angry roar came from Yazdan’s throat. If he hadn't been waiting for another team to assemble across the destroyed church, he would have rushed to tear these mortals alive.

　　 But now is the battlefield, the task is above all else.

　　 He looked at the central hall through the broken gate. The open space was full of piles of rubble and corpses, and the ancient flag with a history of hundreds of years was burning in the ruins.

　　 "Arrive at the eastern entrance, brother priest."

　　 A report from a friendly army came from the communication channel. It was a recruit squad of Soul Drinkers.

　　 This time the two battle groups jointly launched a general attack on the first parish entrenched by cultists and demons. Yazdan is also involved, and also shoulders the task of coordinating the joint action with the Soul Drinker squad.

　　 "Our team is also ready to take charge of cover."

　　 Another report sounded in Yazdan's ears. The priest glanced back and saw the Destroyer Team of Soul Drinkers aiming with their heavy weapons on the roof across the street.

　　 "Such filthy invasion can happen in the territory protected by the emperor."

　　 Yazdan angrily said to all the fighting brothers:

　　 "Use explosive bombs and swords to appease his soul, glorify his will, and start attacking!"

　　 "For the emperor!"

　　 Astral Knights and Soul Drinker warriors roared in response at the same time.

　　 In the sky, Thunder Eagle and Storm Crow passed by at the right time, casting a rain of death, shrouding the five-kilometer-long area in fire and smoke.

　　 The priest walked up the steps and rushed through the broken door with rage. The blaster was in his right hand, and the priest's scepter was in his left. The mallet decorated with the eagle's head was faintly blue, casting sharp shadows around the church hall.

The Astral Knights squad who followed him used explosive guns and automatic cannons to attack the enemy’s position. The explosion shook the windows and walls of the superstructure. The corpses fell from the railings of the corridor above, dragging heavy blood stains into the gravel pile. in.

　　 When the concrete rubble was crushed under his feet, the priest suddenly turned to the right and walked towards the spiral staircase next to the remains of a small altar.

　　 On the other side of the atrium, the soul drinkers are walking towards the steps of the catacombs of the church.

　　 This ancient church that has stood for thousands of years is divided into two parts above and below ground. It is the core of enemy resistance in the current area. If the armored force is to be able to drive into the main city for a long time, this stronghold must be completely removed.

　　 "Destroy these pseudo-emperor executioners!"

　　 When Yazdan reached the bottom of the stairs, the ambushing heretics suddenly opened fire, and smoke and debris from bullets and explosions swept him.

　　 He stepped on the steps and was surrounded by sparks from bullets. Guns beat the metal to make a harsh scream, and the entire stairs trembled under his footsteps.

　　 Behind the priest, the astral knights fired back, and the whole central hall was surrounded by the roar of blaster guns.

　　 The flash of firefighting split the dim space, and a small explosion filled the upper corridor.

　　 Yazdan reached the corridor with the enemy's light firepower, and the environment here was even darker.

　　 With a command, he switched the perception system to heat induction.

　　 Several cultists in priest robes lay lifelessly on the marble floor, the cold blood pooling into a seemingly greasy pool.

　　 He found the yellow thermal imaging outlines of the enemies still alive at the end of the corridor, and their muzzles were dazzling white, pouring bullets towards the team below.

　　 The priest held up his pistol.

　　 When his finger touched the trigger, an aiming cross suddenly jumped into his sight.

　　 His first shot hit a heresy in the head, and from the thermal imaging, blood was seen splashing on the wall.

　　 The next two explosive bombs hit the chest of his next target, exploded the chest cavity and ribs, and shredded the internal organs.

　　 In his superhuman keen senses, the cultists seem to turn to him in slow motion, aiming their weapons at this new threat.

　　 His fourth shot tore off the shoulder of another enemy, and the force of the impact caused that guy to spin and fly out of the porch.

　　 When the first bullet passed by Yazdan, he heard more star warriors ascending the stairs behind him.

　　 After sending another explosive bomb to the abdomen of the enemy holding a heavy logging gun in the distance, Yazdan quickly glanced at his right-more cultists gathered in the middle hall, and the opponent was obviously planning to launch a counterattack.

　　 Suddenly, he saw a rocket rushing towards him dragging the flames, and the bullet hit the concrete wall beside him.

　　 When the explosion hit the priest, he had already smashed a door beside him immediately, relying on the wall to avoid the direct impact.

　　 A few seconds later, he got up from the ruins of the wall, and more bullets shot from the other end of the corridor.

　　 "Kill the rebellion!"

　　 He roared and rushed straight to the cultists. The blaster fire from his fighting brothers passed him and hit a simple bunker built with broken furniture and wall hangings.

　　 When the priest rushed to the bunker, he emptied his explosive pistol at the heretics and suppressed them firmly.

　　 When he reached the bunker, he jumped high, stepped on a broken cabinet with one foot, and smashed the other foot into the face of a strong mortal who was attacking him with a long knife.

　　 This heretical head burst like a balloon in the impact of plastic steel, and the headless corpse suddenly fell back to the ground.

　　 In the next second, the priest's scepter blocked the arm of another enemy, breaking up the muscles and bones.

　　 Then there was another violent kick and abolished the feet of a guy who was going to attack with a grenade.

Feeling something hit the power armor backpack, Yazdan turned around and slammed his elbow into the face of a guy holding a sharp pickaxe. The moment the broken teeth were scattered like glass beads, a large amount of brain tissue was evenly distributed. Rub it on his joints.

　　 Just a few breaths, the narrow space behind the bunker turns into a slaughterhouse~www.ltnovel.com~ If we say that the battles of other interstellar warriors are efficient and deadly.

　　 Then Yazdan is furious, efficient and deadly. In his eyes, any blasphemy against the emperor must be punished with the cruelest punishment.

　　He is not only a preacher, but also a discipliner.

　　 But he didn’t notice, there was a sweetness in the air suddenly——

"Ok?"

　　 When realizing that something was approaching, Yazdan instinctively backed away.

　　In a short time, a heavy crab claw swung out from the shadow and hit the right side of his helmet. The serrations on the pliers scraped off the paint and part of the ceramic steel on the helmet.

　　 A missed hit, the evil banshee immediately withdrew from the melee range of Yazdan backwards.

　　 The angry priest immediately threw the empty pistol into the face of the demon for a moment, then rushed up and kicked the opponent's knee and knocked the opponent down.

　　 The demon struggled on the ground, and the eagle emblem of the priest’s scepter was shining and activated, making it dazzling for a while.

　　 Then Yazdan raised the priest's scepter and smashed the guy's face. The eagle wings decorated on the head of the rod were buried deep in the enemy's head, and the corrupted flesh and blood disintegrated in an instant.

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