The Emperor’s Angel of Death

In the almost forgotten northern continent of Paishangxing, there is a piece of frozen land. Although the climate on this planet is generally humid and sultry, here, the screams of unchanging ice cracking echo every day.

One of the valleys has a cliff as deep as 9 kilometers, the top of which is shining with stars, and the ancient ice is so white that it can stab people's eyes only by staring at it for a while.

As the ice layer drops, the ice gradually changes from pure white to translucent blue, deep purple, and finally a deep red that resembles algae. These algae that were frozen in rock ice billions of years ago use their own Fuel and juice dye the ice.

The screaming cold wind swept across countless sharp ice blocks on the top of the valley, and the howling wind was distorted and amplified by the narrow valley.

A whistling sounded in his ears, Hank Evans, who was walking on the scarlet ice **** at the bottom of the valley, was slipping and rolling all the time, and the harsh wind continued to hit him, trying to blow away his camouflage cloak.

Despite the thermal insulation of the cloak, gloves and winter clothes, he still felt he was numb with cold.

This feeling—or no feeling—has replaced the discomfort of an hour ago.

Even if he just wanted to lie down, he still didn't understand why one of his own staff members would run to this **** planet full of heretics and demons, and as soon as he landed, he was chased and killed by a large group of screaming cultists. ?

More and more gunshots sounded, and countless bullets flew in his direction. He was even used to the peculiar sound of bullets colliding with the ice here: when the hot bullets hit the ice, they gave out a moist burst. There was a popping sound, followed by a hissing sound of steaming water.

The ice cubes melted around the black bullet holes and quickly re-frozen. Numerous black wounds and perfect circles dotted the red ice layer around him.

Soon, he slid into a deeper depression in the ice and lowered his body.

But more and more gunshots, low and desperate.

One of the bullets was almost a palm-wide distance from the top of his head, and its echo buzzed.

Soon after, the hustle and bustle turned into silence, or in other words, the continuous howling of the enemy was almost silent in the vast ice and snow.

Hank Evans rolled over, chin tucked in front of his chest, and walked back along the valley to look at the way he came.

Except for a crumpled black object a hundred meters behind him, there was no sign of anyone or anything. He knew that it was the unlucky person who stepped on the trap.

But he only had two of these portable traps, and the boss only gave him two.

Speaking of his boss, Rozim, the best chef of the battle group and investor in the chain restaurant brand of the Nest, Hank Evans does not know if the other party is dead.

However, based on Rozim's usual performance, he felt that a few cultists might not come to each other.

He struggled to stand up and glanced at his gun. The scope lens of the gun body had cracked and was covered by ice formed by evaporation of water from his eyes.

Hank Evans took a few steps back, cursing, and fired three random shots into the darkness of the canyon. In response, dozens of guns fired at him at the same time, blowing a man-made blizzard in the ice dust.

Afterwards, he hid in a cave, a cave with a low vault formed by the slow movement of the earth's crust on an ice cliff.

Hank Evans was panting, the shrapnel wound on his thigh kept stinging his nerves.

He half-kneeled at the place closest to the entrance of the cave, lying face down in the ice, trying to install the trap until the severe cold pain made him turn over.

But the cave was suddenly hot and suffocating. Although it was only a few degrees above zero, it was almost tropical in comparison with the ice and snow.

So Hank Evans took off his cloak and gloves, and after a while, his thermal vest also took off. He shivered, wet and hot, sweat ran down his back like steam in a sauna, and a lot of sweat wetted his thermal jacket.

He checked his leg and found a hole in the pants in the middle of his thigh, which looked like it had been burned through by melted things.

Then he realized that the reason he didn't bleed was because the blood had been frozen by the cold environment, so he endured the severe pain, broke the black ice cube off his thigh, and saw the moist wound on his leg.

He cursed Rozim's name, which was not the first time in his career as a warrior servant, and of course it would not be the last. Then he reached for his medical kit and opened it.

Hank Evans took out the wire clamp and followed the instructions during the basic medical training.

Unfortunately, the wire clamp was frozen, and his numb fingers could only flick it on the ground, but it still couldn't open.

In desperation, it took him a long time to take out a needle from the sterile paper bag. He had already removed several needles before.

Hank Evans bit the needle and tried to find the loose part of the suture.

Eventually, his numb fingers clamped the end of the thread and picked up the needle, trying to pass it into the needle hole.

But he found it more difficult to pierce a pinhole than using a laser gun with a poorly aligned head to shoot at a bullseye ten kilometers away.

After trying 20 times, Hank Evans bit the needle again with his teeth, and tried to twist the worn-out thread together with his hands.

Suddenly, something hit him fiercely from behind, smashing his head on the snow.

Hank Evans lay on the ground in a panic, and gradually heard the snoring and whimpering behind him. His tongue was painful and his mouth was full of blood.

A huge body came slowly.

He slowly turned his head and glanced at the thing sideways, just like when a person looks in the mirror while shaving.

This is a dirty mutant, almost two meters tall, wearing crude iron armor, shoulders and arms covered with huge muscles that ordinary people can't imagine, and its head is big, almost twice the size of humans, the head It is very similar to a goat, with huge horns extending forward, and black teeth sticking out of the rotting gums like a chisel.

He couldn't see the eyes of this thing, but he could smell the foul smell and the corrosive saliva dripping from his half-open mouth.

Hank Evans, who was pretending to be dead, saw it play with his medical kit with a big hand that could easily break a human throat like a tree branch. He turned out a roll of gauze, chewed it on, and vomited it out.

It's hungry--

Hank Evans was completely motionless by the thought.

Suddenly ~www.readwn.com~ it came to him, pulled up his hair, pulled him back like a puppet, and then rummaged in his clothes with the other hand.

Hank Evans twitched his open mouth and shed blood on his chest.

He continued to pretend to be dead, but his left hand quietly stretched towards the knife on his waist.

The huge Beastman shook him repeatedly like a bag of bones, then sniffed behind Hank Evans' ears with his nose and mouth.

The heat hits, and the bad smell swirls in his nose.

The dirty mutant creature muttered a few mysterious words, making Hank Evans nervous, and hurriedly slid the knife out of the sheath.

He moved at an extremely fast speed, ready to stab the opponent with a knife.

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