The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"Long live Horus!"

A traitor yelled and tightened his waist, raised the chain saw axe in his hand, and then crashed down.

Calistarius raised the sword in his hand to block it, and the interlaced tines of the chain saw axe engaged in a meaningless confrontation with the holy blade of Vitalus, sparking a burst of intense sparks and smoke.

The traitor of the son of Horus is still struggling to death. Calistarius poured more psionic energy into the blade of his weapon "Vitalus", and buckled the chain saw axe firmly in the original. land.

The traitor stepped backwards, roaring and dragging his weapon-this action was immediately captured by the think tank, he used his strength to rush forward, and his long sword was swung out.

In an instant, a big head flew up.

Calistarius loosened his grip on the chainsaw axe, stepped back and watched the traitor’s hot corpse fall to the ground.

Ding Ding Ding————

The bell rang, and Calistarius followed his inner instinct and rushed towards the broken door he had previously seen.

The next moment, he flashed onto the command deck, and the whole person stopped because of this sudden change.

There was a huge hole more than fifty meters deep in the hole on the deck, and the walls were full of pulsating sparks and light smoke of different colors.

Calistarius shook out the wings of the phantom born behind him, and jumped into the pit.

He galloped out from the end of the tunnel, Vitalus in his hand was ready to go, and launched a fierce attack on the heretical evil that had been waiting for a long time at the other end: Vitalus' blade, with the fury of the enemy, will block it. All the opponents in front of him were cut into scrap iron and minced meat.

The crimson symbolizing the Ninth Legion is fighting desperately in every inch of the space that can be seen from the pale green representing the Sixteenth Legion. The bridge of the soul of vengeance seems to tear the curtain of time woven by heavy reality.

The brave warrior in red armor waved the chainsaw and explosive bombs in his hands, and rolled up a **** hurricane of slaughter among the traitors under Horus—they were angels of holy blood.

At the same time, he is also his noble heir.

San Giles, he heard the soldiers call himself that.

Who is Calistarius?

But it's not important anymore.

"For the emperor!"

He roared and leapt over the chaotic battlefield under his feet, and the noble red gold armor gleamed with a sacred light: no attack can hurt it, no filth can taint it—the despicable traitors have no way to escape before him.

"Kalistarius!"

The familiar voice from behind caused him to turn around: it was a familiar person, a familiar armor.

Dante was slaughtering among the traitors, squeezing hard in the direction of Calistarius-the lens in the eye socket of his helmet was flashing with a pale blue arc, and his voice was hoarse.

"Kalistarius!"

Who the **** is Calistarius?

Who is Dante?

He staggered and moved slowly to the other side of the stage.

"I'm……"

While muttering to himself, he swung his sword and made a deadly slash.

The terrible truth shook his heart: for a moment, he realized that he was incarnate in San Giles.

"I am lost?"

"Do not!"

He shouted loudly, his tone filled with rage, and began to brutally slaughter the traitors in front of him, using his sword to cut open all their burly chests, and the blood splattered through the ancient stage under his feet.

"This is impossible!"

The think tank irritably searched for a certain existence. He twisted his head vigorously, screaming and cursing reality: how could he usher in his own ending in this dilapidated floating ruin like this meaninglessly! ?

Where is Horus?

Where is Horus!

The fury rose rapidly, everything in front of him disappeared, and the bridge of the flagship of Horus, the soul of vengeance, filled his vision.

This huge ship that overwhelms the sky overturned the glorious dynasty, leaving behind the fragmented and fallen empire and glorious reminiscences of the past. The dark madness ignited the deep anger of resentment in the soul: in the chest. The full subspace spiritual power is fiercely boiling, ruthlessly boiling every inch of veins in the limbs.

Afterwards, two horrible death lights shot out from his eyes, melted through the ship with unstoppable power, and set fire to the sky in the battlefield.

The soldiers in the fierce battle exploded with the walls of the ship, and were melted into orange-red iron **** by the crimson hot wind that was like a tsunami.

Burn the world and destroy everything--

This is the last choice left to him by the world!

Galaxy Universe betrayed him!

He shouldn't have suffered such a fate!

The scorching psychic blood in the brain of the think tank turned into a critical whiteness, turning everything around it into powder.

"Kalistarius!"

This familiar and unfamiliar name evoked his subtle consciousness, and he suddenly realized that both the traitor and the holy blood angel were all slumped in the rubble piled with little green and blue ghost fires.

Although most of them were trying hard to clear the ruins that covered their bodies, there were still a few angels and traitors who had no sound anymore: their limbs were ripped apart by the force, and their internal organs were crushed and twisted. The curved pottery steel armor pieces were crushed and squeezed out, exuding the smell of burnt meat.

An existence clad in a golden streamer fell from the sky, San Guilleno, he knew its name.

"Don't give in! Don't get lost! You must not fall into the abyss! Think about the consequences!"

The think tank shook his head dullly, eyes full of gold stars.

But the black furious counterattack also intensified, and the memory of a thousand years ago has once again eroded the reality in his eyes-the illusion of the soul of revenge is the death knell that symbolizes the end of the heirs of the holy blood.

Suddenly, a trace of cold logic flowed into the cloudy mind of the think tank, trying to penetrate the gloomy noise and mania of all directions.

He stretched out his hand to protect it in his palm, trying to figure out its true face-it was a hole, a nothingness.

The think tank pulled the mind out of the fury and jumped into the **** hole.

At that moment, the determined faces of him and the fighting brothers drifted away, and his soul finally surpassed the broken mortal body, and broke into that piece of nothingness alone.

Just when everything was silent, an ancient and holy blood angel emerged from nothing and approached the think tank: its incalculable power gave birth to the screams and wailing surrounding the ear, and the overwhelming aura penetrated the naked think tank. The soul of, dragged the roar out of the darkness.

"Are you willing to save yourself and bring you the unforgettable doom?"

The angel spoke, with thousands of echoes.

"Or are you willing to shoulder the curse and save the blood brothers who are caught in the fire?"

The screams around him were still arguing, but Calistarius had already made up his mind and realized that he would return again, and he would continue to be loyal.

The fury that envelops the battle group will use his soul as a prison ~ www.readwn.com ~ will never reappear in the world, he will spend the rest of his life fighting with it with all his strength, until the last drop of blood is drained.

He chose to embrace the darkness in his arms and leave the precious momentary light to the blood brothers.

Although he can't stop the doomsday of the battle group, nor can he save the brother who has fallen into the defect, he can give a head-on blow with fury and slow its progress.

He is willing to give the battle group one more cell sealed with rage, one more fortress against the infestation of madness, and one more shield against the advancement of reality-this is the treasure that San Giles left to the younger generation.

Sacrifice does not mean giving up, but for real hope!

If you can buy a moment of precious time for the brothers in the battle group, what does it matter if you become a demon?

Gradually, the warrior once named Calistarius shattered.

When he reappeared, he already had a brand new name——

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