The Emperor’s Angel of Death

　　Marcus Ognis Lucrezio could feel death touching every inch of his skin, which made him feel pain—a pain deep in his bones.

　　 Heretics are doing something in this church, and a long shadow is reflected, making the sharp voice echo in the subspace, like a scream.

　　 Since Marcus set foot in Valledo, this feeling has never stopped, like a shadow of death.

　　 is like that **** bird.

　　 It is standing there, its curved claws gripping the edge of the beam tightly.

　　 The bird just stood there, motionless, never blinked, never wailed, never trimmed her feathers, it just stood there and stared at Marcus.

　　 On the pillar under its foot, there was a mark smeared with blood, and the pungent smell passed through the thick smell of smoke into everyone's nose.

　　 That is a spiral around the narrow pupil, a sign of heresy.

　　 The spiral entangled perfectly, making Marcus a little surprised to see, and he felt breathless for a while.

　　The person who painted this sign fell under the pillar, his body was extremely broken, and he could only vaguely see the state priest's robe and a large number of feathers he wore when he was alive, and his skin was also pierced with colorful tattoos with metallic luster.

　　 This heresy is the bishop of this church and one of the heretics pursued by Marcus. Before the riots, he had identified several important lists and planned to carry out secret arrests.

　　 But the subsequent rebellion interrupted Marcus's plan. The bishop hid in the shadows. He thought he was hiding perfectly, but he was wrong.

　　 In front of the judge, the heresy has nowhere to hide.

　　Because Marcus doesn't need footprints, vision or even sound to hunt, he can follow the taste of heresy in the dark to come under the pillar where he draws the sign.

　　 then destroyed him.

　　 Only a handful of people know that, in addition to being a judge, Marcus is also a psionicist, a capable person of the psychic system. This is also his last killer.

　　 But now, looking at this sign of heresy, he unconsciously clenched the family sword in his hand, and the psionic crystal on the top of the hilt also buzzed.

　　 Suddenly, the pillar in front of him began to shatter, and the fragments splashed out and floated in the air around Marcus with other objects, including tools, rivets, screws, empty bullet shells, broken bones...

　　 These objects floated around the inquisitor, and even the ground under his feet trembled, and the pipe above his head was bent and twisted.

　　 He tasted the smell of blood. The blood splashed on Marcus's lips. It was blood on a pillar, and blood that painted heresy symbols.

　　 That eye, it never blinks, just like that bird.

　　 "Marcus."

　　 A voice sounded, forcing Marcus to look away from the bird.

　　 One of his entourage, Verne, a retired Astral Army veteran is standing on his right side, the laser gun held in his hand but not raised.

　　 Not far away, his other entourage, Karthus, an assassin who worships the death cult, is also watching him.

　　Although his face was hidden under the pale skull mask, Marcus could feel it, the vigilant and murderous look in the assassin's eyes.

　　 The accident is not the first time that the accident has happened to him, the danger has been waiting for him.

　　 Psionic loss of control is a problem that every psionicist will face.

　　 And the ending is often terrible.

　　Marcus wanted to speak, but found that he could not speak, as if the blood on his lips sealed his mouth.

　　 Something entangled around him like a storm.

　　 The arc kept flashing from his exquisite breastplate, but Verne did not flinch.

　　 "Control."

　　 The meaning of carrying in the words of the veteran was very clear. His gun did not move, and the muzzle hanging down was round and black, like that **** eye, like that bird's eye.

　　 "Control."

　　 Malthus repeated quietly.

　　 More blood poured into Marcus’s mouth, as if to drown him.

　　Marcus blinked, constantly recalling the trials he had received in the past, and filling his mind with firm belief.

After a burst of heat, she saw it behind his eyes-a giant tree made of human tissues stood in the center of the huge courtyard. Its roots were like bird's claws and tightly wrapped around the ground underneath. It was bony white. The canopy stretched upward, touching the sky full of thunderstorms.

　　 In the sky, a silver-gray falcon was fighting against the looming giant snake in the clouds, and its call shook the world.

　　 This is a sign, or a sign.

After 　　, Marcus felt the pain in his body eased.

"do not worry."

　　 He was finally able to speak.

　　 "I won't collapse."

　　 The objects surrounding him fell to the ground, sounding like a storm.

　　 After taking a few deep breaths, Marcus rubbed the blood off his face with his hand, leaving a red mark.

　　 "I saw it, the enemy is here, in the darkness."

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　　 Seeing that Marcus was back to normal, the others also breathed a sigh of relief, and Verne took the opportunity to light a cigarette.

　　 "Call the fleet?"

　　 "I am afraid it will be difficult. Subspace communication has been shrouded in the shape of dark projections, and everything is changing."

　　 Although the words were very clear, Marcus knew that few people at the scene could understand it. This was more like a cold joke from that bird.

　　 He has seen the bird for several months, and it has been following him since he walked on the streets of the guard star’s nest.

　　 But as long as he could see the creature, he never mentioned the bird to anyone, especially Verne.

　　 This will make him nervous, thinking it is a stupid invitation to death.

　　 Only Marcus himself knew that this was just a mysterious subspace creature, just like all the moments of his life, it was just another trial.

　　 And he will never collapse.

　　 The veteran walked to the broken body of the bishop~www.readwn.com~ After a lot of time, he kicked the oil lamp on the side, and the leaked holy oil ignited the fire and swallowed the remains.

　　 "Well, now it's up to him to respond to the previous stupidity."

　　 The assassin leaning on the pillar nodded.

　　 "We will all be in death."

　　Although he was used to the pessimism of the other party, Verne shook his head this time.

　　 "Then death has to catch me first."

　　 These words made Marcus laugh, laughing so loudly that he coughed violently.

　　 "Then you must be lucky to die, if you want to catch a thorn like you."

　　 Verne smiled, but it was a real smile without a smile.

　　 They all feel pain from the fatigue of the battle. Since coming to this planet, they have been pulling the trigger almost every second, and they have been swinging the combat knife every minute.

　　 Every time the enemy is destroyed, the pain increases, but the pain does not prevent them from continuing to fight, swinging the knife, shooting, and killing.

　　 Marcus glanced at the corpse on the ground again, and after confirming that the opponent had been completely destroyed, he took out a small encrypted data board and started recording.

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