The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Thor moved in the darkness and heat, and felt the surrounding temperature rise again. Obviously, his route was correct. After trying all means to meet, he finally sneaked into this hidden area.

A few months ago, after he went deep into the area occupied by the Black Legion and entered a huge underground cave called the Kola Deep Pit, he found that the Black Legion had already arrived one step earlier and was also carrying out some secret activities here. A temple was even built underground.

He did not inform Soshyang of this news immediately. First, it was for safety. After all, he was already in the core of the enemy's occupation zone. On the other hand, he planned to figure out what the other party was doing first. What exactly does Abaddon want to do on the enemy's side at a depth of one thousand meters?

Suddenly, in the dim sight, he saw a corpse on a flatbed truck.

It was a corpse in armor and was dismembered. The green color belonging to the dark angel was almost covered by the **** luster. Thor could only tell by the mark on the dead body that this was a soldier of the dark angel crow wing.

But the body part of the corpse was not complete, because the head was also missing, and there was only a silent servant beside him.

Thor knows that word bearers will dismember their enemies or sacrifice slaves to their gods, but their sacrifices are often purposeful.

Soon, Thor saw a few warriors in black armor walking into the temple, and he retreated deeper into the shadows.

One of them is the Chaos Lord with a unique cone-shaped horned helmet, surrounded by spikes, black mist and blood, and beside him is a twisted thing wearing a skull helmet and a scepter. Thor feels that he A bit like the dark apostle of the word bearer.

"Install it."

As soon as the Chaos Space Marines came in, they gave orders to the servants.

As if out of some instinctive understanding, the machine servant bowed briefly, then put the body of the dark angel into a steel coffin, and then lifted him onto his shoulders together, and left under the leadership of the Chaos Star Warrior. Out of the room.

Thor hovered behind them, searching for anyone else in the shadows. For a short while, he guessed that he had been spotted, but no one turned around.

Keeping a certain distance from the enemy, Sol was taken to a small road, which was lined with statues on both sides, most of which were twisted and grotesque.

Saul watched intently. He witnessed the lifters praying in front of a group of explosion-proof doors—the exact actions were unclear, but their reverence was obvious, and then he continued into a dim room in the distance.

He took the shadow as a hidden cloak and walked into the room.

But when he went deeper, he suddenly realized that this was an autopsy room.

A surgical operating table occupies the center of the room, surrounded by a circle of seats. Although no one is sitting, any rituals or experiments performed here are carried out in secret.

The fellow like the Dark Apostle of the Word Bearer put on a vest with black borders and beckoned his assistants to go forward.

Those fallen creatures, hunchbacks, and robes, sneaked to the bed.

When they lifted the scattered parts of the dark angel's corpse and placed them on top, the hot radiation lightly penetrated the silence.

Many years ago, Saul might still be angry, but now he only felt a little cold, as if his blood had been drained and turned into ice and a layer of soil covered him.

The Dark Apostle stepped forward and approached the table. The servants stepped back respectfully, and then he took an arm to check.

"No head?"

He asked, putting that hand down and turning to his companion.

"The wizard will take it away."

The Lord of Chaos simply answered.

"I see, now our omniscient war commander is going to please an etheric resident, so that it can give us a little bit more advantage."

There was almost a contempt in the words of the dark apostle.

"You speak out of time, you better remember who you are serving now."

"Yes."

The dark apostle turned his retort into a growl.

"Your loyalty is well known, and so is your ambition."

The Chaos Lord tried to refute, but was roughly interrupted.

"Don't talk nonsense, I need to concentrate, you are testing my patience."

The Lord of Chaos was impatient with his long talk, but he didn't continue arguing.

Thor has been watching with a look of disgust, but he is curious about the obvious differences in the Black Legion team.

"Warrior's hand."

The dark apostle said, stroked the palm of the corpse with his armored fingers, and continued his morbid examination.

"Very strong, but I need more."

Then he pointed to the body of the dark angel in front of him.

"Open it."

One of the assistants took out a laser cutter from under the stone slab and cut it from the front of the breastplate.

The gilded decoration fell off the ceramsite and fell on the floor with a crash. Everyone ignored it.

When the assistant with the knife in hand retreated, the Dark Apostle inserted his finger into the incision, hummed vigorously, and opened the chest of the corpse.

The complex structure of Astarte’s organs was exposed, two hearts and a third lung that almost everyone could recognize, as well as the back of the bone plate formed by the fusion of Astarte’s ribs.

The Dark Apostle reached into the **** darkness and pulled out an organ.

It looks like an egg-shaped kidney, or it may be a kind of phagosome. The Dark Apostle looked at it coldly, put down its organs, and took out a handful of internal organs.

He threw them on the stone slab and stood for a long time, staring at the plucked organs and the gushing blood.

"The dark angels still come to pursue their own secrets."

The dark apostle hissed, and Saul saw his intentions from this move.

Then, the warlock pierced the **** miasma with a finger.

"They believe that there are their rebellious brothers here, and the commander can take advantage of this."

"The corpse detector, where's the astral knight?"

Chaos Lord asked in the dark, and Thor finally knew the guy's name.

Necromancer, he has heard of this kind of people. This is a very rare branch of the genre among the word bearers. They can use the corpse to perform dark divination rituals, and they are very accurate.

"I don't know, unless you can get the corpse of an astral knight."

The bodybreaker stared at the open chest of the dark angel again.

"The blood vessel in the third lung, where it is, shows that they and the friendly army are not completely one minded, and even he is a person who does not know his fate until death."

The voice of the necromancer was full of malice.

Afterwards, the Lord of Chaos in the shadow spoke again.

"The other corpse brought in."

Soon, the servants dragged another cold body, and Thor could see clearly that it was a mortal.

About forty years old, male, naked, with obvious muscle outlines and many calluses on his hands. He is obviously a manual worker.

The necromancer looked at ~www.readwn.com~ and then took the knife from the side.

"Hey, you have to be careful. This is the last ethnicity of those cavemen. If this is still not clear, then we will lose all clues."

Hearing these words, the corpse examiner was stunned for a while.

"Is it the last one?"

"Nonsense, most of the cave dwellers were slaughtered by the colonists of the empire, and only a small amount of them were mixed into the social groups of the colonists, but it took a lot of hard work to dig them out. The ancient records say very clearly. They are the last people to know the entrance to the underground network."

Hearing this, Thor frowned.

How did the Black Legion know that there is an entrance to the underground tunnel? Who told them?

"I know, I will be careful."

With that said, the corpse examiner cut open the body of the deceased and began to riddle the complicated internal organs.