The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"This trace of blasphemy—"

The ascetic sage in bone-white and jet-black power armor pushed the corpse at his feet with his armored boots. His face was hidden under a helmet carved into the shape of a skull, but his voice made it clear his attitude.

The twisted corpses of the cathars on the ground are nothing more than victims of the tortured desires of the worshipers of Slaanesh.

Magyar was studying the body of the Skitarii. The face and ribs of this remodeled soldier were swollen strangely, as if something was opening them from the inside, and his right hand had also been embedded in his carapace. Carapace-like spikes covered the skin like curved nails.

He was not wearing a helmet, his face was covered with pale old scars, his delicate Terminator power armor was carved into bones, and his silver stomach matched his terrifying dreadlocks and forked beard. is death incarnate.

Warriors in dark Terminator power armor flank Magyar, faces hidden behind death masks carved into flayed howling skulls, acquired through forge worlds and captured in battle after joining the League of Misery , The number of ascetic terminators has skyrocketed, and almost the entire company has become a terminator company.

"Consider death as a kind of mercy,"

The Lord of Ascetics stood up. The huge and heavy Terminator power armor did not hinder his predator-like elegance. With his rich experience, he recognized the guy who caused these weird injuries.

In order to defend a large area, the entire battle group had to be divided into several parts and garrisoned in separate areas, while Magyar led a company as a reserve team to quickly support emergency situations in the defense area through various transmission platforms in the star castle.

It was originally supposed to be guarded by more than 20,000 cathars and armed servants, but ten minutes ago the priest accompanying the army sent a signal for help and there was no news. Mazar immediately led the company to check.

In fact, he had already expected that the defenders here might be finished, so he had mobilized a new batch of troops in advance, but before that he had to lead the company to stabilize the defense.

The focus is on the No. 28 energy transmission center, which is related to the energy regulation of the entire defensive quarter of automatic weapons in area a.

In the process of going deep into the entrance of the transmission center, they have already encountered some crazy cultists. These people who were injected with a large amount of addictive drugs rushed towards the Terminator like mindless moths, even if they were killed in an orderly manner. , Still trying to use their shoddy and crude weapons to cut open the hard armor.

Already during the battle, Magyar had noticed the pink and purple smells wafting from the various vents, and could hear a distant chorus of horrific, anguished wailing and joyous screaming and moaning.

Ordinary people who inhale these gases may immediately turn into tearful and laughing lunatics.

"A trick of the fallen."

whispered Zdnor, the Librarian of the Ascetics, hiding his disgusted sneer under his helmet.

"bring it on."

Magyar strode forward.

"Let's see what these heretical **** are up to."

A company of ascetics boarded a huge arc-shaped staircase. The corpses of many cathars and cultists fell on the stairs, as well as damaged combat robots. Burning and explosion marks could be seen everywhere on the guardrails and steps. Had a tough fight.

Soon, they stepped onto another lower staircase, this time leading them to a spacious circular hall. At the entrance of the hall, there were still some surviving cathars and battle robots. They did not respond after seeing the ascetic He showed hostility and didn't say anything.

Magyar didn't see the priest accompanying the army, he guessed that he might have died in battle, and only the guards were still carrying out the last order—defense, waiting for reinforcements.

The hall is surrounded by rows of meditators, and above it are many cables as thick as a person entangled together. In the middle is a huge imaging device, which is slicing through a large amount of data, and oozes out a miserable green light.

Standing here, he could hear the tireless roar of the rumbling artillery in the distance, and Magyar couldn't tell whether the artillery fire came from the defenders or the invaders.

It doesn't matter, they are here to hold on now.

There was the rumbling again, much closer this time, and the clatter of heavy combat boots on the rocky floor.

"hidden."

Mazar ordered, and pointed to the array of thinkers nearby. They were ten meters high, and even the huge Terminator armor could be easily hidden.

After a while, the huge figure came under the light at the other end of the corridor.

Their oily dark purple armor was covered with indescribable filth, and their helmets were of various styles, but without exception, they all bore the symbol of the Prince of Darkness, and there were also some mutants among them, for example, one of them had a pair of twitching insect forelimbs , and the jaw of the other helmet was pushed open by a large number of tentacles.

Hundreds of Chaos Space Marines swaggered into the transmission center, singing the praises of Slaanesh with thin and smooth voices. After seeing the crossed logo of a lightning bolt and a dagger on their shoulder armor, Magyar recognized this Slaanesh Warband identity—

blasphemer.

The existence of these fallen warriors is a blasphemy against the Emperor, and all ascetics suppress the rage to tear the flesh of these beasts.

Soon, the leader of the blasphemer, 'Sword of Desire' Eyeg Beni Daly walked in with graceful steps, holding the sword in one hand and dragging a body that had been stripped of everything in the other. Metal and skin, only a little bit of flesh and blood remained, but the body of the chaplain who had not completely died.

After entering the control center, Eyegbenny Daly glanced around, and then a frivolous smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. His white face with a lot of makeup was like a stage actor, and then he threw the priest's body on the On the ground, he flicked his hair lightly and said with a smile:

"Don't hide~www.readwn.com~ Come out, let's have fun."

"Do it!"

Realizing that there was no point in hiding, Lord Magyar said softly, and the Terminators stepped out of the shadows in unison, firing as they advanced.

Chapter Standard-bearer Arsanas holds up the Chapter Standard, which he has carried on every expedition of the First Company of Ascetics for the past two centuries, skulls of various xenos races, and The skulls of the traitors captured in the enemy's evil fortress were all bound by him with thick black iron chains, hung on the flagpole, and jingled as he moved.

On the other side, the prepared believers of Slaanesh immediately opened fire, and at the same time, a large number of fanatics and drug slaves also rushed out from everywhere.

Bolt bombs and plasma roared through, and some bombs hit the Terminator's armor, but the elite veterans of the ascetics barely retreated under the onslaught, continuing to advance relentlessly as if nothing had happened.

Some Terminators fired with melta cannons, the furious roar of which was especially clear in the rumble of the twin bolters, and the scorching molten stream pierced the armor of the leading defiler, leaving clouds of brown-black pus Water splashes on the battlefield.