The Emperor’s Angel of Death

The addition of Dracula allowed the Dark Eldar to organize a last wave of desperate counterattacks. The Dream Demons formed a vanguard around their employers, piercing the ranks of the Plague Warriors like knives, and the Cabal Warriors followed closely behind, serving for the Dream Demons. Their precise attacks added weight, and the witch spirits kept wandering on the flanks, waiting for the opportunity to sneak attack on the lone enemy, and quickly harvest those walking dead cultists.

"Do your best! If you can kill one, you will be one!"

When a plague fighter aimed his gun at him, Jordan Simon took a step to the left, and then a stream of incandescent flames poured out from the small pulse cannon on his shoulder, evaporating half of the plague fighter's body. And Dracula's machete also slashed the enemy's head in the slash.

By this time the warning siren whine had ceased, which meant that almost all areas of the fortress had fallen.

Through the vortex of the blade and the dense bullets, Jordan Simon wanted to close the hall, but saw a scene that made him desperate.

A horde of monstrous monsters in filthy green armor had crowded out their minions, their scythes and flails humming, their joints crackling with every walk.

The Blightlord Terminator of the Fourteenth Legion has appeared.

"Fight! Until you die!"

After cutting down several of the Nurglings that surrounded him, Jordan Simon chose his prey.

A plague warrior intersecting with the Witch's blade caught his attention. The warrior's magic machete was against the Witch's double dagger, and his face was a strange porous copper ball. Two Nurglings stood shouting and cheering.

Although Wu Ling's attack became more and more swift, the slippery armor withstood the attack, and sparks of energy splashed from the blade when the weapon collided.

When the guy who seemed to be the lord took out his pistol and pointed it at the witch spirit's face, she tried to dodge, but she encountered the tip of the knife.

The next second, her face was torn in half, Wu Ling fell to the ground, and her once beautiful face became a mass of flesh and blood.

"Death is coming for you, lackey of the corrupt god! Chaos stinky shit!"

Jordan Simon roared and attacked the Plague Lord, trying to knock him down before he recovered from the duel with the Witch.

Before he could roar, however, the Plague Lord saw Dracula's approach and lunged at him with equal determination.

What surprised Jordan Simon was that the other party looked so cumbersome, but in fact he was extremely fast, and the long knife was even faster than him, stabbing directly at his head.

Dracula stepped back, raised his knives to resist the attack, then spun and kicked the attacking Plague Lord in the stomach, only to nearly slip - his armor was comically smeared with oil, so Changed to a long sword.

His foe threw his weapon to his chest to block a heavy blow, sending the flickering tip of Dracula's knife screeching across his shoulder.

The two then separated and began to circle each other, attacking and jabbing with their weapons.

During this process, the Nurgling on the shoulders of the Plague Eldar kept arguing and waving the censer in his hand, but Jordan Simon was not an inexperienced warrior, he knew very well what a plague lord would do. Therefore, his armor has long been adjusted to a completely closed state - the quality of this ancient armor itself also makes it immune to most corrosion.

After a brief confrontation, the two launched another round of attacks.

Jordan Simon dodged every attack of the opponent with the advantage of speed, and turned to the other side while dodging each attack. The double knives in his hand spun like the wind, creating cuts on the opponent by slashing instead of slashing. One after another cracks.

But his chance for a quick kill had passed, and as the battle around him quickly deteriorated, Jordan Simon's frustration grew.

He was waiting for the opportunity to kill the enemy by beheading, because he knew that for such a senior Nurgle believer, there was almost no so-called Achilles heel, and the only thing that ensured killing was beheading.

But the other party was also a seasoned fighter, so he didn't give him any chance.

Eventually, Jordan Simon's patience crumbled and he risked a hasty dash just to seize a fleeting opportunity.

However, a Nurgling from nowhere suddenly hugged his thigh, and the Plague Lord took the opportunity to launch a series of swift blows to his head and throat, forcing Jordan Simon to use a sharp bladed knife Blocking the rotten blade, the two forces grind sparks on the metal.

At that moment, Jordan Simon saw the enemy's right shoulder slanted, so he ignored the tie on his leg, straightened his body and slashed his right hand with a fatal blow, trying to sever the soldier's neck.

"what--"

After a while, his surprise turned to fear, because the opponent's knife had pierced his lower abdomen first, and the torn pieces of the armor splattered on the floor.

There is no doubt that this is a deliberately exposed flaw and trap.

Jordan Simon hissed in pain and staggered to the side, only to be hit by a backward sweep on the side of his helmet.

Part of his armor was torn, the left eyepiece was shattered, and he fell while clutching his stomach, and the blade slipped from his numb hand.

"Reincarnation Paradise"

Dracula, who fell to the ground, gasped heavily, looked up at the looming enemy, and was full of fear.

The opponent seemed to raise the knife, ready to deliver a fatal blow, and Jordan Simon instinctively raised a hand in self-defense.

But the other party did not deliver the final blow, but walked away from him.

The edge of Jordan Simon's field of vision was dyed red, and when the environment became darker ~www.readwn.com~ he lay helplessly among the dead.

Because of the virus's invasion, his consciousness wandered back and forth between sobriety and dazedness, and he could only see what was happening - the surrounding battle disappeared, and the resistance was finally shattered under the ruthless crush of the Wither Lord Terminator.

Suddenly, a figure appeared on his left, with a huge syringe in his left hand.

When the shadow approached Jordan Simon, the sense of fear returned again, and Dracula saw the three scarlet circular eyepieces on the opponent's helmet, as well as a large number of bottles and cans hanging on him.

This character reminded him of the haemophile subconsciously, so he turned to the dagger at his waist - the only thing he can do now is to commit suicide.

But the other party seemed to be aware of it, and suddenly stretched out his hand and twisted his arm, causing him to growl in pain, and then the syringe slowly approached his body——

"Ada, you're going to be an excellent...Petri dish."

The next moment, before Jordan Simon could scream, he fell into a double **** of fire and ice.

After the injection, the virus refiner put away his arm and watched his work twitching on the ground through the helmet lens coldly. Dracula of the cabal was being quickly swallowed from the inside. Then every armor joint spews blood and vomits inside the helmet.

Standing not far away, Nucreon Rotis could even hear the hiss of the meat being eaten under the armor. Although it was the prey he had knocked down, he didn't care about being used by others, a vain honor. The feeling has long gone with the long war, and now he only pursues loyalty and research.

About two minutes later, the trembling stopped, and the corpse of the Dark Eldar turned into a mass of swollen bacteria. The virus refiner carefully peeled off some mycelium from it, and conducted a simple analysis on the spot.