The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"It's nothing, it just feels...something is happening."

Soshyan passed through the door leaf and looked back at the hall where he fought hard before.

The blood covered the ground like a shining blood coat, and among the armored bodies stacked on top of each other, a little gray was interspersed with the dirty blood red.

In the damage statistics, five fighters of the astral knight fell inside.

It has to be said that once the number reaches a certain scale, the tenacity of the undead bloodline is reflected. In such a high-intensity battle, only five people were killed, and the remaining 20 people were mostly injured, and some have even reached fatal injuries. The standard, but still survived.

Their Larryman organs and meninges functioned with efficiency beyond normal standards.

Suddenly, Soshyang's eyes focused on a severed arm. It was the hand of a certain red pirate, who was holding an obsidian dagger tightly. This thing made him feel a bit tingling in his eyes.

Adriana Vilez looked at Soshyan in a daze, so she reminded in a low voice:

"Captain Soshyan, there is still battle waiting for you."

"Sorry... I'm distracted."

The nun then took a string of rose rosary from her waist and handed it to Soshyan.

"It will keep you away from evil interference."

Soshyan didn't say anything, nodded and held it tightly.

After that, Soshyang led everyone forward in this conservative and profanity star fort, trying hard to get closer to the target and causing damage to the enemy as much as possible.

Adriana Willets and her sisters are always on the front line.

Since the first contact with the enemy, the nun team has suffered damage. A nun was hit by a heavy explosive and fell to the deck without making a sound.

In the subsequent battles, the enemy kept coming to them, as if endless.

The controllers of Starcastle had realized that they wanted to retain the precious Astarte combat power, so they began to put a large number of cultists and mortals into the battlefield to delay the imperial side.

Those cultists smelled of blood all over, and the number was astonishing. If there were no astral knights, the nuns would be swallowed up by the tide of heresy in a moment.

But these don’t matter to Adriana Willets. His wish has been fulfilled-to be able to face the enemy’s bloodthirsty gaze, personally split the enemy’s armor with a sword in his hand, and be able to compete with the great warrior. Fight alongside.

This is enough for her.

At this moment, there is no longer any desire for honor in her heart, just thinking about how to bring more harm to these human enemies.

The nuns rushed to their opponents with unimaginable determination, and performed revenge with the astral knights, cutting the enemy into pieces.

The Astarte of the Red Pirate was mixed among the mortal slaves.

In the narrow passage, the smaller size of the nuns became an advantage.

They can flexibly shuttle through the gap, harass their opponents, hit their joints, eyepieces and other vulnerable parts.

The astral knights are fighting as always, especially Soshyan wearing the Terminator. Nothing can stop the footsteps of this mythical giant.

The team continued to deepen, blazing a trail to reach the central area of ​​Starcastle.

Here, the array of meditators and heavy machines made all kinds of clamors, as if all star castles were whispering profanity to them.

While running, Adriana Willets wielded the power sword in her hand as much as possible to destroy the facilities on the ship. She enjoyed the feeling of cutting the demon iron from the hull.

Whenever she ends the life of an enemy, she silently recites the name of a dead nun as a kind of comfort to the victim.

Finally, the team was close to the goal.

Because of fires and pipeline leaks, the entire area was extremely hot and foggy everywhere. The enemy's attacks became more and more frantic, and even the astral knights began to suffer casualties.

Adriana Willets witnessed a fighter who was hit on the head by a bladed power glove and was killed on the spot.

However, the remaining fighters did not change their fighting methods. Their offensive steps were as perfect as a metronome, neither fast nor slow, just in line with the frequency of killing.

When Soshyan stood in the sea of ​​blood on the corpse mountain, struggling to fight the enemy, Adriana Viletz felt an abnormal gravitational attraction attracting herself, like gravity.

It was something she had never seen but was extremely familiar with.

Finally, the team entered an open hall with a closed door at the far end with a small jagged gap.

When the nuns dealt with the threats of other enemies together, Soshyan single-handedly solved a red pirate who had rushed towards him, and then charged towards the gate.

There are still more than a dozen unwilling heretics standing in front of everyone.

It didn't take a moment for the sacred blade and chain saw to cut them into pieces.

But when he was about to enter the gate, Soshyan suddenly stopped and raised a hand, and his brothers stopped quietly behind him.

Adriana Willets can only stop.

A gate stood right in front of them, twice the height of an interstellar warrior, shimmering due to the bronze and polished bones on it.

Soshyan blinked, and when he looked at them, there was a growing pressure in his eyes.

At the edge of the line of sight, some shadows seemed to start to shake.

"Because this is a trap."

He whispered, approaching the doors, Talos and Thor followed closely, their armors hissing as they moved.

Adriana Willets followed afterwards, her fingers stretched out on the handle of the gun.

"Why should you care? Just like what you want to do when you see these doors, kick it open."

Talos' abnormal behavior surprised Soshyang a bit, but the other party just burst out laughing as a declaration, and then kicked it to the door.

In an instant, the bronze and embedded bone decorations scattered into the air.

The door exploded inward, and the echo vibrated like a bell.

This is a crazy move, but now that it has started, there is only one way.

Soshyan passed through the porch of the hall, and the red threatening target burst out of his helmet's vision as if it was boiling.

Soon, he saw clearly what was waiting behind the translucent target mark.

Dozens of cultists dressed in red robes formed a ring around the center of the room. They were kneeling with their bare heads, each holding a small knife in both hands-like black glass, black iron or dirty crystal. Shining light.

In the center of them stood a human figure—his figure turned black because it was covered with shadows, not real, a gray bone box lay in front of him, and the shadow and unclean light smoked from inside it. Like popping up.

The air trembled, pulsating with the low and rigid voice of chanting.

"Stop him! This is a **** warlock, he wants to summon demons."

Talos lowered his figure and turned to one side, his feet creaked when he stepped on the slate~www.readwn.com~ Adriana Willez’s pistol began to sing, and the muzzle was red every time before firing. The flames circulate and agitate.

The nearby cultists knelt in place and exploded. Their blood hissed when it touched the ground. The ghost fire danced in the many skull eye sockets lined up on the roof and wall, and the dim air was filled with no light. The shadow produced.

Soshyan didn't move, he fixed his gaze on the figure standing alone.

The gunfire suddenly stopped.

The black figure looked up, and a large number of reddish runes curled up under his feet, as if many poisonous snakes were climbing.

The opponent's whole person was shrouded in the black mist, and Soshyang could only vaguely see the opponent's mouth open and spit out a word.

"Sacrifice."

The sound rolled through the twisted air.

In the next second, as if it were a person, each cultist neatly lifted the dagger and inserted it under his cheek.