The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"Go to **** bastard!"

Armin had just cut off a nightmare's head with a comrade with a sword when he heard a melodious and sinister voice.

In an instant, the remaining four nightmares retreated at the same time.

At first Armin even looked forward to seeing a whole troop of terrifying alien warriors, but in the end he could only make out a single figure.

"Another ugly thing!"

Armin noticed that some of the symbols on the armor of this tall warrior were glowing, which undoubtedly had evil energy, and there were vaguely human faces sliding across it, which made the hairs on the back of Armin's neck tingle.

"Originally just wanted to trap you in the forest and clean you up when things are over there, but it's fine to do that now, and when your soul gets to that place, you can tell everyone who killed you. "

Twisted High Gothic with a Comorian Snake accent hissed without hesitation in the humid air.

"We rule the night as we rule fear, and let it flow through your veins. You may think you have the protection of your companions, but we will eat your souls before dawn."

The chief consul, who is also known as the "Soul Hunter", walked slowly out of the darkness with graceful steps.

Armin narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Alien, put away your lies, you have no ability to break through the fortress, you have no idea what kind of power is waiting for you."

The chief executive waved his hand and said with a smile:

"You mean the dumb guys in orbit like you? You don't—"

As he spoke, his pale face suddenly froze, and then turned into twisted anger.

He stared at Armin with burning eyes, and said softly:

"It seems that you are hiding something that I don't know about."

Then, he slowly pulled out the exhaustion blade from his waist.

"It seems that I have to kill you now. It's a pity that I arranged a plan for so long, but I don't think everything can go as planned."

"For the Emperor!"

Armin charged forward with his chainsaw raised, as did the other veterans, and the recruits followed suit.

The Dark Eldar did not dare to show their weakness, the Nightmare and the warriors fought back with their swords, and the poison crystals flew in the air.

With a howl, Armin drew a huge arc with the power sword, wanting to cut off the alien's body directly.

Valothian turned gracefully, casually laying his weapon across the path of Armin's blade.

The difference in size between the two was huge, but Armin's attack didn't work as a shriek of metal rubbing against metal came out and sparks flew as the two weapons touched.

Jacob also joined the fight. He eyed the **** who had been attacking him before. The opponent had obviously run out of ammunition, so he changed to a pair of machetes.

For Jacob, who had a broken hand, facing such an enemy alone was almost like suicide.

After all, when stepping into battles and storms or any other type of danger, it's one thing to know that you're going to survive on **** or the Emperor's blessing, but it's another thing to know without any doubt that your life will end soon. One thing.

Jacob looked into his soul and found fear there, but it didn't engulf him.

He felt strangely nervous and excited at the same time, but he wasn't scared, more than that, there was anger in him, a desire for revenge on the alien that made his fears almost trivial.

The recruit felt that he had reached the climax of his desire to kill, eager to attack his enemy, almost desperate to start the killing.

But he was too slow.

Gu Feng

"Haha, monkey, I won't let you die too easily, although the tenacity of your primitive life is beyond my imagination, you almost consumed my bullets alone."

The other side taunted this Jacob and kept cruising around him.

Anxiety took over Jacob, and he did feel like he was slowing down.

The complex and diverse wounds on the body made the power disappear from the body, and the speed was also gone.

He blocked the opponent's attack with one arm, and then backed away to avoid the second blow, but the edge of the machete still cut through his breastplate, leaving a large bloodstain on his chest.

Jacob waved his right arm, but only hit an afterimage. He is now fighting only relying on intuition and reflexes, and the attack has lost the power it once had.

But that didn't stop him from coming face-to-face with a freak he was sure would kill him.

Taking a step back, they paused briefly to look at each other, both feeling the touch of fate.

"Monkey, I can keep your head or eyes."

"Come and try it if you have one, an alien with no eggs."

Jacob saw the opponent's hand armor clenched tightly. This was the flash of the opponent's attack, and he ducked back in advance when the opponent attacked.

The guy was really fast, and Jacob was barely able to swing his attack away with his sword, let alone escape completely.

As he did so, the opponent suddenly made a big round and kicked him in the jaw, knocking him to the ground.

It's hard to imagine that such slender limbs can burst out with such tremendous power, which made Jacob roll back.

By the time he looked up, the machete had already slashed in a shining arc, and Jacob barely had time to roll to the side, suddenly reaching out and grabbing an alien corpse beside him.

Blood sprayed on him as the machete hit its target, making a sound like a butcher chopping meat.

Jacob then kicked a foot, but his opponent jumped away and slashed the machete again.

This time Jacob had time to keep the chainsaw in his right hand in front of him, but he didn't put it in a good position, and the force of the impact pushed his weapon into his chest as well.

This made him cry out in pain under the impact, feeling his blood gushing out of his chest.

"It's called eating your own fruit!"

The Dark Eldar taunted, raising the machete again, ready to slash again.

Jacob resisted the pain and rolled and stood up, ducked forward in time, fell to the ground again, and then stood up again.

He found himself facing another Dark Eldar who raised his claw blade to kill him~www.readwn.com~ No, don't kill him! he's mine! "

He heard the dark Eldar roar behind him, and the alien in front of him suddenly stopped in surprise. Jacob used this opportunity to smash his chainsaw sword into the guy's ribs, and turned around in time to block the attack of the scimitar .

Not only did the impact this time numb his right arm, he also felt something break in his wrist.

Soon, a sharp pain came from his arm, and the chainsaw slipped from his numb left hand.

Victorious laughter erupted from under the grotesque pointed helmet, feeling that the Space Marines who lost their weapons were already lambs to be slaughtered.

"Now is your time of death, stubborn ape."

"That's not a good idea."

Jacob was also surprised by his current composure, he replied with a grin and suddenly waved his arm.

This attack was very fast, and the Spirit Race barely had time to evade, and the extremely sharp poison chip cut into the flesh from the weak point of the armor.