The Emperor’s Angel of Death

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He fell in a dream--

But Brother Astarte rarely dreamed.

Recalling that strange memory, he saw himself standing on a dry plain, under a clouded sky.

In the distance, he could see a jagged and barren mountain, the top of which was hollowed out to form a vast basin.

Sunlight penetrated the clouds above the head, illuminating the rain of iron and blood.

Countless corpses fell from the sky into the mountains.

People are constantly falling from the sky like raindrops, hitting the top of the mountain, filling the valley with flesh and blood.

They have only one thing in common, they are both Astarte.

Black, purple, gray, white--

And, somehow, he knew he was among them.

Soon, the air of this planet named Istavan III turned into flames, and he could not see the horizon, but could only see a storm of flames tumbling up, surrounding the atmosphere.

The integrity and high temperature alarms of his armor stopped a few minutes ago. He could feel the cold spreading on his body. He was breathing the smoke but could not smell them.

Despite being enveloped in flames, he felt as if trembling.

He knows what it means. The air—in his lungs, in his nose, in his throat—is burning him from the inside.

The flames were infiltrating, and he was being roasted in his armor.

He is dying.

He failed, it was clear.

Besieged, betrayed and outnumbered, but they can still take a bite.

He should have expected how they would respond, he should have made a different deployment, he should have—

He should have died in the first volley of virus bombs.

This was the reward for his weakness, but if he died, it was also the result of his weakness once again.

Suddenly, Soshyan's voice brought him back to reality.

"One minute, brothers, we are full of resolve in the flames of war."

"We are determined."

Thor's mouth automatically echoed the fighting brothers around him-even though his brother had already perished and twisted into a monster.

"We fell from the sky and fell straight to hell."

"Fighting endlessly."

The soldiers chanted.

"The breath is still there."

"The battle group will last forever!"

Saul turned his headband and looked at Soshyan.

He stood alone, his head bent forward, his face a little unclear under the projection of the red landing light, but his resolute eyes were gleaming.

Soshyang's armor-covered hands clasped the Sacred Flame Sword, a powerful precision power weapon.

Like his brother, the war gave him resolution.

At this time, a rumbling crash sounded, and Thor realized that Thunderhawk's back turret had fired.

After a while, a familiar sound vibrated indicating that Thunder Eagle's automatic turret had also fired.

Subsequently, the cracking sound of the metal indicated that not all the shots were theirs.

Before turning his attention to his own equipment, he glanced at his team, their faces behind their helmets.

The fully blessed and anointed blaster is locked next to him, and the armor automatically feels on standby. When he grabs the weapon, it can be connected to the weapon. The icon that monitors his life index is stable.

He rubbed the restraint band and was satisfied with the stability of the connection.

"We wiped out the leader of Greenskin in the first time."

Soshyan raised his head and said, Saul looked at his cold black eyes and nodded in response.

There is no time to say more.

The pitch of the engine began to rise, and the turbulence indicated that it was heading towards the landing site at full speed.

The protective belt on the back trembled automatically, and the soldiers stood together. In order to arrive at the last moment, they unlocked the blaster gun and locked the magnetic shoes.

Sol made one last prayer for his ancient sword, and the automatic feel of the armor was tied to its aiming system and ammunition counter.

They are still falling.

The outside noise can be heard from the reducer, undoubtedly the sound of the hammer of forging war,

Greenskin's war was accompanied by a thunderous roar, and there were hundreds of more enemies than them.

They directly attacked the heart of the aggressor, directly and truthfully, realizing the emperor's just judgment.

"brothers."

The word brought him a buzz of pain throughout his body, and the echo of Istavan's dreams disappeared in his mind.

The next second, the landing ramp opened.

Saul held the blaster tightly, his lips reciting the vow of battle.

In front of him, a row of green-skinned boys rushed towards Thunder Eagle under the hazy dust.

Even if sealed in the power armor, the anger stemming from the threat of attack still covers him, impacting his nerves.

When the shocked Greenskin tried to attack first, the only thing Thunder Eagle would do to the enemy was to hit the enemy with heavy bombs and laser cannons continuously, sending death to Greenskins at close range and flat range.

After the Thunder Eagles lowered their altitude and crushed more than a hundred enemies, they began to flee around in fear.

Soshyan was the first to jump out of the cabin and was the first to open fire.

The most recent green skin fell down and exploded into pieces under the action of the hail-like explosive bombs. Even their peskyly tough green skin bodies could not withstand the sacred firepower of the blessed weapon in Astarte's hand.

The soldiers spread out and lined up on both sides of the battle group leader, spreading out around the Thunder Eagle to protect the landing area.

The Thunder Eagle above them supported them with thunderous firepower.

The unquenchable anger of the fighting brothers forced the roaring Greenskin back.

"move forward."

Soshyan's voice rang in the squad channel.

The leader of striker Oukqun is nearby, which can be easily identified with Ouk's size-just one hundred meters before the landing site, the head of his minions looming.

When Soshyang was loading ammunition, the Ouke leader was roaring and leading the charge towards the star warrior.

As we all know, there are two things that Green Skin cannot help: one is the challenge to authority, and the other is the fierce battle.

Astral knights will also satisfy this group of beasts.

"Maintain the front line."

Soshyan's voice resounded on the channel.

In the next second, the bullets filled between him and the leader of Oak again.

The greenskins withstood the attack and counterattacked. The simple bullets slammed Astarte's armor continuously, and the air was suddenly filled with dry dusty sizzling metal.

The life index panel of the three fighters in the squad showed that they were slightly injured.

Being completely surrounded and exposed, it is impossible for them to maintain their small front for more than ten minutes.

They must move in time.

The Thunderhawk's engine roared toward the sky, and its protruding gun mount weapon rotated toward the Ouke group of the first team.

Not far away, Chief Oak and his bodyguards dealt with the kid in front of him with punches and kicks, and shouted at his subordinates with their roars.

The chief Okker himself is a monster with dark green muscles and a layered heavy yellow deck on his body~www.readwn.com~ His small round eyes are full of anger and staring at Soshyan. ——Obviously it also recognized the head of the shrimp.

It shoved and trampled the same kind in front of it, rushed to him all the way, roared and challenged, and a huge mechanical claw stretched towards Soshyang's head.

"Retire one after another."

Soshyan flashed the blow and withdrew from his previous position.

He kept shooting, punching the green-skinned bodyguard who was following the leader into holes, and switching from one target to the next with skill and ease.

The rest of the fighters maintained the front, pouring ammunition toward a large group of green tides that were constantly increasing.

Only Soshyan backed away.

Only the leader of Oak followed into the encirclement of the team.

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