The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"Ah! You bastard!"

The Dark Eldar who was hit by the poison crystal suddenly screamed involuntarily.

This poison chip is a "hidden weapon" that Jacob has been hiding on his body. Originally, he just wanted to keep it as a souvenir, but he didn't expect that the bullet would hit the owner one day.

The Dark Eldar didn't expect that Jacob's marksmanship was not the most accurate, but he was the champion of all recruits in throwing knives - which was largely due to his childhood spent in the gang.

"Dead ape!!!"

Pulling out the poisonous wafer, the Dark Eldar squeezed out a pure roar from its throat because of pain and shame, and then charged up like an angry black snake.

In the blink of an eye, the machete was in front of him, and the attack he swung almost crushed Jacob, but Jacob somehow blocked it and only suffered a little scratch.

But at this moment he realized that there was no hope. Without the weapon, the opponent could easily cut off his remaining arm.

So he immediately decided that he would at least take the enemy and go to **** with him, then let go of the defense completely, hit the fatal blow, and threw his fist.

A strike from the Dark Eldar conditioned reflex slashed the weapon deep into Jacob's chest, and in excruciating pain, Jacob fell forward into the darkness, knowing that death would be there to welcome him, but in the Before that-

"Well!"

Jacob's fist smashed into the enemy's face, his helmet shattered and blood spilled.

He felt the satisfaction of the completion of revenge, followed by the sharp pain in his chest.

On the other side, Armin, who was in the fierce battle, finally noticed the other side's strange weapon. It was a straight knife with runes. Its blade was black, and the red runes flickered on it with suppressed energy.

He didn't need anyone to tell him, Armin knew that if he touched it, he would die.

He slashed the power sword again with both hands, and Valothian raised his arm to parry, blade-to-blade clattering like a hammer hitting an anvil.

After a breath, Valothian fired back at Armin.

Armin tried to jump away, but the armor was still marked with a deep mark.

They are now turning carefully in circles, weapons ready.

The next second, Armin's nerves tightened when the opponent's knife let out a sinister low moan - it somehow came to life and felt, Jacob could feel it.

"That's right."

Valosian whispered, guessing Armin's thoughts.

"This weapon will eat your soul while drinking your blood. Listen, it's hungry."

"First it has to hit me."

Armin slammed the enemy hard, growling from the depths of his throat.

Valothian dodged with a short stature, and fought back fiercely with lightning-fast reflexes.

"I don't think that's going to be a problem."

Before he finished speaking, the chief executive launched a series of attacks that made Armin almost unstoppable.

The Space Marines parried, barely dodging the onslaught, the speed and power of this slender alien was incredible.

Armin knew his own strength, but at this moment compared to the other party, he was like a child.

"Oops!"

Armin's arm was numb with the force of the impact after barely swinging off another heavy attack.

Fighting such an opponent is beyond the scope of madness, it is simply stupid, and there is no way to defeat such an enemy.

Armin felt that he might as well give up, so that in the end there would be less pain.

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The next moment, Armin realized that these thoughts were not coming from himself, he was being influenced by some external force, and the sad elegy from the weapon was affecting him.

The effect was weak and depressing, its hellish shriek weakening Armin's arms and will.

In his prayer to the Emperor, Armin resolutely shrugged off his influence, parried the sword of Valothian, and began a frenzied offensive that caused the Chief Archon to step back.

"well played."

Suddenly, Valosian unexpectedly kicked with his boot, hitting Armin in the groin.

At that moment, he felt that his armor was shattered under the impact like a sledgehammer, and the huge impact made him tumble and fly backwards, hitting the ground heavily.

Armin let the momentum of the fall drive him to roll back, and finally stood up with his feet under him, pain pouring through his body from his groin area.

And as he stumbled, Valothian had closed the distance with terrifying speed, holding the howling exhaustion blade high, ready for the final blow.

At that moment, Armin felt a numbing weakness spread through his body.

He knew he didn't have the strength to stop the deadly blow, that his life must be over, all he could do was watch the other get closer, bewildered by the glowing runes and the wailing song.

It only took a moment for him to feel the chill of it, and if what the other said was true, he would also feel his soul being sucked out of his still-living body.

"Go away!"

With a coquettish shout, a green streamer descended from the sky, covering Armin in it, and instantly bounced off Valosian's sharp blade, causing him to fly out under the impact.

Armin raised his head and saw a Thunder Eagle parked in the sky, a petite figure slowly descending——

"Ms. Veronica!?"

Veronica, wearing a light gray blouse on the upper body and a light green long skirt on the lower body, appeared in everyone's eyes like a goddess, and her appearance even stopped the last rainy night.

Maintaining her human appearance, she has long hair fluttering in the wind, holding a witch sword in one hand and a staff in the other, glaring at the fallen kind in her eyes.

After two consecutive backflips to stop the momentum, Valosian raised his head, with an expression of ecstasy and ecstasy on his face.

"Looks like I'm lucky, it's beautiful..."

Veronica then turned her head and looked at the piled up corpses and wounded on the rock wall, with sadness on her brows.

She could imagine how heartbroken Soshyan would have been to see this scene.

At this time, the green gem on the ancient staff named Avalon's Heart in Veronica's hand began to shine, and the swirling airflow rolled out from the inside out, mixed with starlight, blowing from above to the recruits below, Including those who fell to the ground.

The Great Prophet once told her that the power of this ancient artifact must not be used until the moment of extreme danger, but Veronica could not care so much at this time.

"Ok?"

Jacob, who was enduring the pain and preparing to die, suddenly felt an unprecedented force filling his body, and the pain and darkness were dispelled by warmth.

Even more amazing ~www.readwn.com~ His left arm, which had been sluggishly hanging by his side, regained consciousness!

He didn't have time to think, so he rushed forward, kicked over the enemy who had been entangled with him all night, then swooped up, and knocked him to the ground. The helmet, the thumb pierced the eyepiece, and pressed down hard in the opponent's struggle.

"die!!!!!!"

The palms of the Dark Eldar slapped Jacob's face, but it was remarkably weak, and his wailing represented the greatest horror of his life.

"Death to me!!!!"

Jacob roared and pressed his thumb down hard, until he felt something shattered, and a lot of blood poured out of the crack in the helmet, and the opponent stopped struggling before Jacob stood up again.

He panted, but didn't feel very tired. He turned his head to look around, and found that the wounded had actually got up.

Even the seriously injured.

"what's the situation--"