The Emperor’s Angel of Death

　　 The dazzling light penetrated the darkness.

　　 This is a team of soul drinkers, moving slowly, not rushing, and carrying a certain confidence to perform a task.

　　The team was scattered throughout the cabin, turning over the debris, checking the traces on the wall, and their internal voices ticked as they talked to each other.

　　 They even communicate in sign language frequently.

　　 This aroused the interest of the hunters who observed them, because he was also able to master Astarte's combat gestures.

　　 He watched curiously how easily the enemy betrayed himself.

　　 The hunter silently watched the shining light spear cut from this direction and that direction, revealing the wreckage deep in the hulk.

　　 They are looking for something.

　　 Obviously, the goal is the same as myself.

　　 They have doubts about this ship.

　　 This is also very natural, anyone would have doubts about a hulk that suddenly appeared, but this is not even a mystery to a hunter.

　　 A trap deployed by a loser trying to control his fate.

　　 is not worth mentioning.

　　 Thinking of the hunter here, he smiled and whispered a word to the machine soul on the battle armor. This sentence informed the soul of the battle armor that the hunt was really about to begin.

　　 "Hunting vision."

　　 In the next second, his vision was filled with the deep blue like the sea, rendered by the heat light emitted by the moving life body.

　　The hunter watched the team move forward and divided into two teams with five people in each team.

　　 This will become very interesting.

　　 Under the bat wing bone helmet, there was a deep laughter. He hadn't hunted like this for a long time.

　　 Probably——

　　 Ten thousand years ago.

　　 He chose to follow a group of horses and horses, following them through the corridor. He knew that the harsh roar of his power armor and the noise of its servo connectors would not be heard by those dizzy rookies.

　　 Of course, the word "rookie" may be used incorrectly, lacking respect for the enemy.

　　 They are also Astartes after all, and they are also hunters-the weaker kind.

　　 The pale lips of the former midnight lord curled into another sly smile.

　　 Oh, how unfortunate.

　　 Saivita watched the readings of his retina display. He endured the strong desire to click to confirm the rune. The hunt would be so easy that he didn't even need to use his psionic talents.

　　 After all, purity lies in the precepts of certain things until they become necessary.

　　 The position runes of Sol and Soshyan flashed on his mask, and the hunter started to move after noticing their position on the ship. He hadn't let Astarte splash blood in the dark for a long time.

　　 Maybe he is a powerful warrior, but he is even more a terrifying killer.

　　 Saivita prefers to hunt in the dark.

　　 A real hunter will not avoid being seen by his prey. Only when the prey is killed does he reveal that his stalking is only the behavior of cowards and ghouls.

　　 Where is the excitement in this?

　　 A midnight lord is raised by other more real laws.

　　 Saivita walked through the shadows like a ghost, judging the strength of the opponent's auditory receptors.

　　What can they hear...

　　 He followed them through a corridor, and then rubbed the metal wall with his knuckles wearing hand armor.

　　 The soul drinkers immediately turned around and shone his face with the light beams from their helmets.

　　 This seems to have worked, and the hunter has to admire them.

　　 As long as there is half a heartbeat in the world, the light will illuminate his vision and make him blind.

　　 Saivita completely ignored the beam, and when they opened fire, they had disappeared in the shadow of a side corridor.

　　 Five minutes later, he came to the door again.

　　 This time he set a gorgeous trap, waiting for an opportunity.

　　 He put his halberd in their only way.

　　 It's like an invitation to go directly into the cabin, obviously it's a trap.

　　 But how can they resist?

　　The soul drinkers were very alert. They raised their explosive guns to scan around, and their spirits entered a state of alert.

　　 They recognized this halberd, the weapon that killed many of their brothers before. When they didn't understand why this thing appeared here, they couldn't help but step forward to check it.

　　 Then, Savita left the ceiling.

　　 He landed on the deck behind the soul drinker with a bang, and the armor of both hands threw forward and grabbed the last of the team.

　　 Another instinct turned around and shot.

"do not--"

　　 After firing three explosive bombs at his brother's body, Savita couldn't help laughing at the guy's stupidity.

　　 The Lord of Midnight held the trembling human shield against him tightly and watched the thermometer on his retina flicker, because the blood of the dying man stained his armor.

　　 The trembling soul drinker was nothing but a bag of frozen meat in his hand, and the explosion arrow detonated, which almost killed the man, and the power armor was also torn apart.

　　 "Good fight."

　　 Saivita said to the crackling audio in the helmet, and threw the **** shield aside, jumped to the other, fingers spread like giant claws.

　　 The battle is cruel and short.

　　 The Lord of Midnight was as fast as a gust of wind, and he grabbed the blasting gun directly from the opponent's backhand, then directly smashed the muzzle into the person's eyepiece, and then pulled the trigger.

　　 The helmet was beaten to the ground after the gunshot, and Savita let go and let the man fall.

　　 Two shots were fired, and the bullet passed through his cloak, making two large holes.

　　 Then he turned around and pulled out the halberd, waved his arms in the roar, and cut off the two soul drinkers.

　　 The blood rolled out.

　　 The fifth man tried to slash with his sword. Savita slammed the opponent's chest with the end of the halberd, knocking the man to the ground, and then he went up and broke the opponent's arm.

　　 "This looks so crispy."

　　 Saivita bent over, and after seeing the eyepiece, hatred burned in the soldier's eyes.

　　 What is that person yelling at~www.ltnovel.com~ should be scolding him.

　　 Saivita wasted a few seconds just to appreciate this sentence, this kind of desperate feeling, and the pleasure when the prey is struggling.

　　 Then he smashed the mask with his fist and cracked the helmet with one blow.

　　 One punch, two punches, three punches——

　　 Until the opponent stops moving.

　　 "Savita."

　　 At this time, the voice channel hissed.

　　 "Go ahead, Thor."

　　 "We met the fear demon."

　　 "This is not an accident, you can't guess it."

　　 "Are you done over there?"

"Brother, you see that this hulk is as empty as Soshyang's head. There is nothing of value. I didn't even see a machine servant. How can I find that stuff? Gui knows that the subspace hides it. Where is it."

　　 Saivita cut off the voice server as he walked through the black corridor, and he couldn't stand Thor's chatter anymore.

　　 Now he must be alone and finish the work seriously.

　　 This is not voluntary, everything he has done so far is not voluntary, but there is no way, after all, the root of all this is--

　　The sin of the father.

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