The Emperor’s Angel of Death

　　 "For the Prince of Darkness!!"

　　 At this time, another group of cultists rushed up. The priest reached the throat of the other guy, lifted the little thing off the ground with his feet, and crushed his trachea.

　　 Several explosive bombs exploded beside the priest, and more angels joined the melee.

　　 Breaking through the simple bunker, the interstellar warriors attacked the heretics with single-molecule toothed chain saw swords and combat daggers.

　　 Surprisingly, the remaining dozen cultists did not intend to give up fighting. They roared and cursed and threw themselves into the melee.

　　 The dark evil **** gave them the courage to face the angel of death.

　　 But Yazdan will tell them that such courage is vulnerable.

　　 He waved his arms vigorously and smashed the skulls of mortals with a scepter, almost splitting their bodies.

　　 Then he slammed his shoulder against the three or four cultists who gathered together, hitting one of them's head and pushing it all the way to the wall to smash bones, and the eruption of concrete smoke enveloped him.

　　 After that, he hooked his arm and broke the neck of the remaining person to ensure that he was killed, and then threw the limp body to the ground.

　　 When he turned around, he saw Ustad pulling his sword from the chest of a cultist, and blood and bone fragments splashed on the railings of the corridor.

　　 "The upper passage has been cleared."

　　 After finishing talking on the communication channel, Yazdan approached the arch at the end of the corridor and entered the inner room of the cathedral.

　　Ustad separated the team, he and Memphis followed the priest, and the rest were waiting in the corridor.

　　 "Brother priest, you might want this."

　　 Ustad said with the explosive pistol, apparently he found it from the pile of corpses.

　　 The priest whispered his thanks, took a new magazine from his belt and replaced it with a bang. At the same time, he quickly glanced at the other side of the arch, searching for the enemy's trail.

　　 A corridor leads to the north end of the cathedral. The windows on the right are all shattered, and the half-open door leads to the file room on the left.

　　 There was no sign of the enemy here, Yazdan immediately closed the scepter's position to save energy and nodded to his comrades to move forward.

　　 "Check and clean all the rooms."

　　 He warned his comrades this way.

　　 "Watch out for traps, no one knows what these dirty heretics are doing here."

　　 Ustad stepped forward and kicked the nearest door open, while Memphis continued to guard the corridor.

　　 The star warrior rushed into the room, ready to fire at any time.

　　 Inside, everything is turned upside down.

The lighting stand and low stools were all shattered, tattered manuscripts were scattered all over the floor, writing tools were piled up in a mess under the broken door of a locker, and there were profanity and graffiti in black and red ink on the wall. symbol.

　　 Green, yellow, purple, blue, and other colors are spilled all over the walls, and the floor and ceiling have become entertainment places for carnival and indulgence.

　　 "These **** scum."

　　 Looking at all this, Yazdan muttered to himself.

　　 He had anticipated such blasphemy and prepared for the worst, but he was still shocked when he discovered that the documents on the emperor's great deeds in this room were treated in this way.

　　 This place was originally full of order. It was a quiet enclave in the dark galaxy. People here focused on thinking about the emperor’s teachings, the emperor’s wisdom, and the doctrine of war.

　　 has become like this now.

　　 His gaze was attracted by a small piece of parchment paper, with wrinkles on the edges and burn marks.

　　 He hung the scepter on his belt and picked up the piece of paper. Part of the vague illustration could be recognized at the edge of it, and he smiled sarcastically.

　　 "Submit and punish."

　　He recited the first line aloud.

　　 "I swear to serve you, the emperor of mankind, everything I am at your disposal, because my faith is extremely firm, I swear to maintain firmness and absolute loyalty, if I violate it, I would like to let the darkness take away my soul."

　　 The rest is unrecognizable, but Yazdan has already remembered it.

　　 As he continued to recite from his memory, his voice gradually turned into a roar.

"Holy Emperor, please listen to my prayers, guide this bullet, grasp its truth, let it tear away their steel and fragile armor, tear their timid skin, and give the enemy in your vision the heaviest blow Right!"

　　 He crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it on the ground, held his scepter again, activated the weapon, and the faint blue light filled the room.

　　 "The most despicable crime has been committed, my brothers."

　　 Pastor roared:

　　 "They betrayed their sacred oath and attacked a world under the protection of the emperor. This is the sacred church of the lord of mankind, an extension of the golden throne, and a part of the great spirit of mankind."

The heavy breathing of the soldiers echoed in the channel 　　, and their blood boiled with the priest's roar.

　　 "It is not only our duty, but also our right to impose justice on those who commit sins!"

　　 Ustad and the other star warriors responded.

　　 "Kill all these rebels!"

　　 After instigating the soldiers' killing intent, Yazdan continued to move on the upper floors of the church.

　　 The next two rooms were also looted, and there were no enemies left to accept punishment for their actions.

　　 When the angels left the third room, Yazdan stopped suddenly.

　　 He listened carefully, and his automatic sensory system seemed to be detecting something-grunting and scratching from the next room.

　　 "Interesting development."

Pastor 　　 commented.

　　 "Here is trying to ambush us?"

　　 "There is a subtle mismatch between their thoughts and actions."

　　 When something fell on the wooden floor in the next room, Usta answered with a low smile.

　　 "Give them the cruelest death."

　　 Yazdan hissed.

　　 "Memphis."

　　 The star warrior raised his flamethrower to confirm that the silver-gray armor on his body was reflecting a dazzling blue halo.

After 　　 approached cautiously, Yazdan kicked open the door abruptly and shouted:

　　 "Exterminate heresy!"

　　 He saw a group of cultists crawling from hidden positions to behind the overturned chanting table and table, and was shocked by the sudden appearance of the priest.

　　 Then Ustad threw a grenade at the back of the room, and the thing bounced on the wall a few times before landing.

　　 When the grenade exploded, Yazdan took a step back. The fragments of the grenade immediately filled the room, and smoke and metal fragments violently poured out from the door.

　　 After a while, Memphis stood at the door and used a flamethrower to pour the white-hot promethium fuel into the copy room.

　　 The crackling sound of the flame immediately covered the horrified wailing of the cultists in the room.

　　 The star warrior swings the flamethrower from side to side ~www.ltnovel.com~ sprays sticky fuel on everything, and ignites the wood, parchment and flesh and blood in the room.

　　 Only when the surface of everything in the house burned, did he release the trigger to put the weapon away, and step back to let others enter this hell.

　　 The priest rushed into the room surrounded by flames. He could feel the temperature of the surrounding flames, but the integrity readings on the power armor indicated that the surrounding flames were still within a tolerable range.

　　 He didn't shoot the people who screamed and danced in the fire, but watched them indifferently as they were scorched by his clothes.

　　 They tore their hair, skin, and any burning attachments.

　　 But nothing helps.

　　 When the promethium fuel was nearly exhausted, the priest found the place where he was standing was scorched, and there were swaying flames everywhere.

　　 Heretic bones are piled up and down crookedly, with large pieces of charred meat stuck on them, boiling bone marrow and blood are still hissing, and underneath is a large pool of burnt fat.

　　 "The spire has been confirmed to be safe, and we have taken control of the city square."

　　Walking to the edge of the window, Yazdan sends a communication to Soshyan.

　　 "You can attack."

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