The Emperor’s Angel of Death

The looting continued, but the slaughter just now had obviously been observed by the surrounding Dark Eldar. Although human space warriors were the most valuable prey, they also understood that it was the most dangerous prey.

The Dark Spiritual Race is very shy, and will not take risks unless it is absolutely necessary. Since there are more vulnerable prey, why bother to provoke those troubles?

Therefore, although Soshyan and others killed a whole group of looters, they did not dare to trouble them.

This is what Kayan once mentioned to him before——

"There is no need to begrudge violence in the Comoros, only death and bloodshed can repel the scheming."

Elsewhere, however, the killing was reaching its climax.

Hundreds of thousands of crew members were driven from the ship, and they had just gone through the most thrilling hunt, with only a handful stopping to think about what had happened.

For wild, precious minutes, the port area looked like it was throwing a chaotic carnival.

When people realized that they could never return to the ship that became the death cage, they began to try to find a place to provide shelter in the port area.

And the killing began at this point.

The public area of ​​the port area is full of shacks and narrow streets. People can only push forward, whether they are normal people, mutants, or other non-human races, whether deliberately or purely out of madness. The hustle and bustle rushed in a certain direction like a headless fly.

But all the big buildings in the street are closed, so the survivors soon find themselves with nowhere to go.

Then, these people soon regretted their indiscretions.

Amid the screams, they found figures waiting on every roof - grinning marauders, gathering the crowd like a flock of sheep.

Finally, the nightmare really begins.

The marauders first laughed at the crowd, tearing their bodies into steaming shreds of flesh and bone, while recording the victims' suffering and enjoying the pain that emanated from them.

Some also took up arms, but it did nothing, people bumped and trampled each other, and there was no room for resistance.

"knock off!!"

With a loud shout, the shooting stopped, and the Dark Eldar took out a huge iron net with paralyzing spikes and wrapped the crowd in it.

The other part pulled out the machete and jumped into the crowd trying to escape with a deafening howl. The fast-turning weapon cut and hit everything it touched, cutting off many hands and feet. At this time, the Dark Eldar The goal has changed, no longer killing, just looting.

"It's really unpleasant."

Muttering like a whisper in the wind, the 'Sebalite' Yuggslav of the Silver Fang conspiracy waved the decapitation blade in his hand, carved a tattoo on a barbarian who believed in chaos, and prayed in a low voice, in response to the gods he believed in.

Sebalite is his title, a low-ranking officer in the Cabal's raiding party, but as a true son of great talent, everyone knows that sooner or later Yuggslav will be promoted to 'Dragu' and enter power The court of the official - on the premise that he is alive.

The Silver Fang conspiracy is the seventh largest conspiracy in Comoros, and it is also one of the few conspiracies in Comoros that still fanatical belief in the blood **** Kane. The warriors of this conspiracy are very proficient in melee combat, because only melee combat can make them feel at close range. The pleasure of splashing blood, and hearing the final gasp of their prey, they will also offer sacrifices to Kane in the melee slaughter.

Yugoslav is no exception.

Turning gracefully, Yugslav slashed his knife through the throat of a bullet-proof ape, and instantly fell backwards in the opposite direction, spraying a lot of blood into the air.

Instead of killing and looting the weak, he deliberately chose a group of "chewy" Khorne believers, because according to legend, Kane was shattered by the chaotic evil **** Khorne, so the believers of killing Khorne were naturally their way of revenge.

When the Chaos cultist fell, two furry mutants with goat and ox heads, clutching rough broad-bladed axes, took over for the dead ghost.

The bull-headed mutant leaped towards Yuggslav, the axe raised in his hand, and uttered a vague low Gothic language.

"Blood Sacrifice - Blood God!"

Yugoslav sneered and quickly cut off the handle of the axe, slashing the mutant's stomach with a neat counter-attack.

The brutish monster fell back, howling in pain, while its goat-headed companion tried to punch from behind Yuggslav, but the other side slid easily to avoid the clumsy attack, and then lashed out Fighting back, he directly cut off the opponent's horns, causing the opponent to let out a shrill howl.

"To a savage beast, living is a waste."

Yugoslav slowly bent down, stretched out his armoured arm, grabbed the Chaos-tainted ape by the throat, and crushed its windpipe.

The mutant dropped the axe and clutched at its crushed neck, but to no avail.

Yugoslav slowly pulled the dagger from its sheath on his belt, and as the mutant gasped for more breaths, Yugoslav carved Kane's rune on its chest, each stroke slowly and precisely. .

"Do you want to know why I did this, Beast?"

Yugslav knew that the other party couldn't understand his own language at all, but rules still had to be in place.

"If you're a Khorne champion, I'll do it with a treasured ritual knife, and if you're a Khorne priest, I can barely use a ritual knife, but you're just a lowly mutant ape, so you don't deserve that one. Knife."

When the final stroke was done, Yoggslav watched the mutant blood gushing out of Kane's sacred rune, then wiped the dagger clean on the beast's filthy fur, and put it back in its scabbard , and finally bent down and approached the suffocating mutant.

"You don't deserve it, scum, but I think it's fun to take your soul from your dark master, you've been branded with Kane, and when you die, you'll belong to it, Instead of being accepted by some destructive force, do you understand how much honor you have been awarded? Even though you don't deserve it at all.

The mutant was frantically scratching Yugoslav's breastplate before dying, and the real son just let it go, after all, it couldn't hurt himself at all.

He watched the mutant's death-throwing struggle with satisfaction~www.readwn.com~, enjoying the meager pain energy provided by the other, until the light disappeared from its dull yellow eyes.

Just as Yuggslav was about to recite the prayers in praise of Kane the Bloody Hand, a noisy communication sounded in his helmet.

"Sebalite, something unexpected happened..."

The voice of the other party was a little frightened and frightened, which made Yuggslav a little impatient.

"Say something."

"Yes...that...your sister was just killed."

For a moment, Yuggslav froze in place as if struck by a thunderbolt.

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