The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Chapter 1759 Ruthless Soldiers

Rikarud Alam, the Lord of the Skitarii, stood at the place he needed to guard. For the first time in his life, he felt at a loss. This name was chosen by him fifty years ago. As for his name when he was born, it was long ago It has been forgotten for a long time, and his age is calculated by the timer in his body—it is 97 years old to be precise, at least the few remaining flesh and blood on his body are already that old.

He is very close to perfect sublimation, very close, now only seventeen percent of his body is flesh and blood, and the glorious and praiseworthy eighty-three percent is made of steel, iron, copper and titanium Composition, receive the blessing of the Mechanic God three times a day.

But he hesitated to call himself Lord of the Skitarii, not out of humility, but out of shame—his duties were important and laden with honor, but there was still a bit of human poignancy left in his data processor , and kept questioning him.

What the **** is he the master of? A group of slave soldiers?

He deserves better, he deserves more!

However, although he is dissatisfied with his current status, deception can bring comfort, and he can also use this to heal his shame. Under the strict system of the Mechanicus, he can only do his duty faithfully and endlessly transform his physical body so that he can Fight with your mechanical warriors more powerfully.

But in fact, his real favorite field is the Titan, the great machine of the gods.

He often visits the fortress of the Death Gaze Legion, and when there are only servants on the scaffolding, he will extend a mechanical synapse to the shell of the shutdown titan, and his internal processing system will generate a series of images, as if he Driving these **** machines, struggling to lead the machine spirits in these silent bodies.

He is irritated by his place in the power circles of the Forge World, but he hides well enough from the never-blinking eyelids of his more respected colleagues that he hides his shame no matter how hurtful the circle of power may be. his self-esteem.

Now it seems that the war is coming, and Ricardo Allam thinks that this may be a way for him to break through the existing circle of power, by showing his personal ability—

However, this became the thing he regretted most in the last few minutes of his life.

The void shield disappeared suddenly, and a horde of Astartes parachuted directly next to the mechanical temple he thought was safe.

Astartes, the entire battle group, blood-red airborne pods crashed into the ground, and the latest one landed on the flat ground less than one kilometer away from him, and he was in the whole of his most trusted guardian army In the formation.

Ricarud Alam recognized their identities, the jagged blood mark, the skulls here and there on the armor, and... the quick and relentless onslaught.

They roared like savages, their howling bolters and chainsaws shattering all the skitarii around them.

Meat Tear, that's not good at all

When Ricarud Alam assigned the cathars to fight against these blood-red berserk giants, the regret in his heart had just begun to take root, and it took a full seven minutes and nine seconds before it reached its peak and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"Um?"

As soon as Soshyan reached the ground through teleportation, he found him standing in a spiral square, and then he noticed a torn cleaning servant not far away. Obviously, the beacon was placed on this servant.

He landed with a series of terminators, and then Soshyan intervened in the command channel.

"The battle groups attack according to the original plan, and report any accidents at any time."

In fact, Suoshyan didn't have to come down in person, but he felt that some things had to be handled by himself, otherwise there might be troubles left behind.

At this time, a large group of battle robots and fighter servants had already arrived. They didn't receive any instructions, but simply followed the defense protocol to fight against the invaders.

The terminators raised their weapons and smashed the highly modified mechanical cataracts into scrap iron, and the flesh and blood part of the explosive bombs shattered them to pieces.

"Go directly to the mechanical temple."

Soshyan walked directly towards the mechanical temple not far away, and a mechanical servant with an extra arm rushed towards him, with a charged blade in his hand.

He stretched out his hand directly, twisting off the opponent's arm as if doing a trivial thing, and then stabbed the scorching blade into the servant's mouth, the blade pierced through the modified brain, and then the servant shook and fell Down.

There was no airborne pod in the sky at this time, and all the airdropped fighters had landed, and all the transporters landed safely with the help of Veronica's precise guidance. As for her, she was escorted by the two agents after completing all this Back to the mansion, waiting for the battle to end.

Almost all the battles on the orbit were engaged in combat, thousands of Astartes surrounded the entire Mechanic Temple, and the outcome was already doomed.

Soon, Soshyan's team arrived near the Forge Temple, and the other Star Knights' companies followed the plan to block the enemy troops who came to reinforce them at their respective positions. The whole process did not take too long.

As soon as he arrived at the entrance of the mechanical temple, he saw a scarlet ground, and layers of corpses turned the flat ground into unevenness.

Looking along the corpse, those berserk blood-red giants are still carrying out their slaughter. Because of the good armament replenishment, each of them chose their favorite weapon, and also produced the most terrifying killing.

"Brother Seth!"

he called, and there was no answer, for Seth was running through the crowd with the huge chainsword in his hand.

When he shouted the name of Sanguinius and swung the huge chainsword, the broken corpses and heads scattered into the sky, and then he kicked away the corpses of the cathars, trying to find the target in the vast sea of ​​people .

Then he saw the figure with the mechanical tomahawk, cowering behind the cathars and battle droids.

"Coward! Get out!"

Seth laughed, fighting his way through a sea of ​​thrusting drills, criss-crossing sword blades, swinging fists, and laser gun fire, the giant two-handed chainsaw arcing in the air The line, destroying everything on the way - hacking and blasting a dozen heavy fighter servants, dismantling a few huge battle droids, tearing apart hundreds of cathars.

The severed skitaris still stretched out its functioning mechanical arm to try to grab Seth's leg, but the ferocious Flesh Tearman just stepped over mercilessly and crushed the heads of those cyborg soldiers.

This is not to say that Angstrom's Skitarii are weak~www.readwn.com~ On the contrary, they appear to be strong enough, but no matter how much war knowledge the sages of the Mechanicus have, they always lack some necessary Tactical sense and flexibility.

The whole process ended before Soshyan had time to stop it. Seth held up the iron head of Ricardo Alam like a tribal savage who had just slaughtered his enemy, and the cathars roared again and again. step back.

Suoshyan sighed and shook his head. He still wanted to keep these senior members of Mechanicus as much as possible, after all, he also had his own ideas.

"Brother Seth, you stay here."

Soshyan walked over, and Seth turned to him, frowning slightly.

"We can help you open a path, you just need to go all the way to that thing, Brother Soshyan."

Soshyan lowered his head pretending to be mysterious, and said softly:

"There are no enemies inside. I am worried that there may be some accidents outside. Brother Seth is a trustworthy person, so...don't let Reza's people enter."

Seth nodded knowingly.

"I see."

(end of this chapter)