The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"The Emperor's Angel of Death (

Today, Lothar was in a good mood, but it didn't show up.

His silver enhanced optical eye rolled like a storm cloud, reflecting the flashes and echoes displayed on the huge eye-shaped screen of the Starfire.

On the screen, the gray-brown patches of the asteroid are fragmented in space.

The fragments still appear to be basically spherical, but are slowly dissipating.

Mountain-like crustal pieces collided with each other and fell apart, and more huge fragments have felt the drag of the stars of the surrounding galaxy.

The fortresses and strongholds that were once established above are now being spread as tiny, temporary gas cloud components.

That was exactly what Lothar expected.

He watched it dissipate with ease, because the gravity of the world would gradually shatter in the next few hours.

The tactical panel still continues to flicker, a large number of fighters hunting down enemy aircraft that have not yet been eliminated, but in the context of this destruction, every trivial explosion is irrelevant.

Humble move, nothing more.

At the same time as the asteroids are destroyed, the weird radiation effects are indeterminate in the nebula.

The flickering vortex of plasma, as well as the surrounding impulse of lightning, gave this image of destruction a dazzling color.

Out of a morbid interest, Lothar ordered the ship's communications to be opened to all access frequencies, and the screams and wailings of the planet's last breath resounded through the bridge's PA system, like the eye-like screen drawn by steel claws.

On the front deck below him, the bridge crews immersed themselves in various battle positions in the silence of gritted teeth.

"These green skins."

He said, with a faint gritted tongue.

"It really deserves to die."

As he said, what they destroyed was a green-skinned asteroid fortress, an outpost near the edge of the galaxy, and the last green-skinned stronghold of the Fran galaxy.

This is a prelude to an important battle.

Ten hours ago, the landing operation jointly initiated by the three battle groups had completely occupied the asteroid, but the goal of the battle group was not to eliminate the aliens above.

The Astartes are dedicated to seizing Greenskin's communication equipment and deploying it on another asteroid world.

The two asteroids are not far apart, but their use is quite different.

The former is a line of defense.

The latter is a trap.

The entire chain of outposts constructed by green leather for a few light years has been occupied by humans, and it is disguised as an unoccupied appearance.

Only here is a vacancy left.

As for the intention of doing this, few people know except for the three battle group leaders.

"Ok?"

Suddenly, Lothar raised a trembling finger and pointed at a rotating ice-like shard that still had a more recognizable chunk of shape.

Obviously, it was the only important place in that barbaric world.

According to each of his gestures, the viewfinder placed a floating green frame exactly where Lothar pointed, separated the huge fragment and dragged it onto a sub-screen.

The viewfinder system zoomed in on the object, and Lothar could almost see the building still dotted on the broken scene—the last wreckage of the green-skinned asteroid stronghold.

"artillery."

"Yes, Captain."

"Everything within a million cubic meters should be turned into rubble."

After speaking, he quoted the last instruction.

"That piece must be ten times as big."

"Confirm, Captain, aiming."

"Coordinate with colleagues in the expeditionary fleet."

"Yes, Captain."

A few minutes later, Lothar, with a sense of professional satisfaction, watched the cross tracer fired by the macro cannon slowly smash the stubborn fortress wreck into pieces.

If it is intact, its volume is almost a thousand times the tonnage of Starfire, but now it is just a fragile eggshell. Its structure is subjected to pressure far beyond all natural endurance due to the energy released in the mantle and core. .

Soon, the boulder was shattered, and the sub-display was filled with blizzard-like fragments of a silicon shell and navigation hazard signs.

"what!"

Lothar put his hands together and let out a dull metal clap, causing the sailors in the crew station under the command platform to look up at him on the railing in surprise.

The unexpected burst of joy is hardly his famous demeanor.

As the master of the astral knight fleet, Lothar has always been calm in everyone's impression-stability is almost his only personal label.

But he is indeed in a good mood.

He has been in charge of the fleet for a long time and is very eager to fight side by side with his brothers, but he also understands the weight of his responsibilities.

Being able to destroy the enemy of mankind so freely made him feel gratified for his abilities for the first time.

After all, the future of the battle group needs to pursue further goals in the endless void.

With a magnetic rattle, the opposing clamps of the bridge gate were released behind him.

Lothar turned around, the huge explosion-proof door still sliding into the block, while Soshyan and Thor stepped in from the door, staggering on the uphill plating line.

The soldiers who followed the captain carried all kinds of pistols and swords.

Soshyan and Sol passed by the crew without wasting a trace of attention, as if they were all part of the bridge equipment, and only when they passed Lothar, they nodded slightly.

The others creaked as they followed the leader.

"It's just a small patrol fleet, and it may not be able to stumble the opponent~www.readwn.com~ If the green leather is not covered, we may need to have a record."

Soshyan stopped on the podium, looking at the broken asteroid.

His position is the command room on the middle level of the bridge on the right. Its reinforced hatch is not as strong as the main ship’s bridge door, but it is still as thick as the **** armor of a predator tank, which is strong enough to withstand the blows from the multi-tube fusion. And it still works after that.

The bridge crew did not raise their heads to look at them when the Astartes stepped along the corridor.

Besides respect, there is another reason.

Superman fears.

This is a kind of awe that unreinforced human minds feel when facing a certain existence that has been changed so hard to describe. Pharmacists have spent a lot of energy to understand long ago, and they have to spend the same. Extreme efforts to eradicate it from senior officers.

Only the technical priest Loken looked up at Soshjan.

The leader of the battle group is huge, wrapped in his Seiko armor, and standing alone makes most mortals look like infants.

At this moment, his face is pale, his eyes are vacillating, and he seems to be thinking about some difficult problem.

Sol stood by his side, dressed in simple power armor and white overalls. According to the tradition of astral knights, only veterans would wear overalls, with patterns of cutting down powerful enemies on them.

And on the hem of Thor's robe, eleven Ouke skulls have been embroidered in red.

"Their task is only to attract the enemy's attention, not too much."

Sol put his hand on the railing and said his thoughts.

"This is just a fruit in a net bag. Waiting for the anxious prey to reach in and hold the fruit tightly, then cannot break free."

"The enemy's fleet is huge."

"But we are not dealing with an entire fleet."