The Emperor’s Angel of Death

In the face of the attack of the Astral Knights, the heretics naturally would not sit still. The Red Pirates and the Brotherhood of Steel, together with the Scarlet Letters, fought back furiously, and the two sides fought together in the storm.

But compared with other imperial armies, the power of the Astral Knights is more complete, with most of the vehicles and support firepower still there, while the Black Legion's troops are basically only pure infantry units left.

Rand, Sikaran, the predators aimed their primary weapons at any heretical Astartes, shattering their armor and helmets and knocking them to the ground.

"Talos, what are the characteristics of the wizards of the Black Legion?"

Suoshyan slashed Fentian downwards, splitting a heretic from the neckline to the waist. The gray dust was sprayed out thickly and sprinkled on Suoshyan's armor.

There is nothing corrupted and mutated in it, nothing but dust.

This warrior is an empty shell. Even so, Soshyan felt something similar to sadness flow out of it when the other party knelt on the ground.

He put an end to that sadness and dust, and cut off the head of the heretic in an instant.

However, he didn't stop, he continued on, and went straight through the flames spewed by the nun.

"The characteristic is that thieves are ugly."

Talos slashed the serrations of a chainsaw into one heretical mask, while Viletz, next to him, stabbed her sword deep into the other's chest, and the blessed steel blade caused something completely impossible for bombs and laser beams to do. harm.

The astral knights gained the advantage step by step, pushing the heresy away, charging their defenses, getting closer and closer to the direction Talos pointed.

Then Willetts shouted.

Soshyan turned to see a red pirate heretic Astarte stepped forward and grabbed a certain nun by the throat and grabbed her, but the nun picked up a megasu bomb from her belt to activate, and then directly Thrown into the heretic eyepiece.

It exploded immediately, bright and terrible flames rushed out, the traitor's armor shattered, and then both it and the nun were swallowed by the flames and burned.

Soshyan was shocked by the courage of the nuns.

"Vengeance!"

Willetts shouted again.

She turned around, picked up the fallen nun's weapon, and fired at the nearest heresy until the magazine was empty, her pale face full of anger.

But Willetts was so focused on revenge that she didn't dodge when the heretics opened fire on her.

The moment the bullet almost touched her, an arm wrapped around her.

A dozen bombs exploded on Soshyan's shoulders and sides, leaving scars on the surface of his armor and smoking all over his body.

Willett froze, just a heartbeat.

"Keep going."

Soshyan left Willec, the nun swaying, sweat dripping down her face.

At this moment the storm has changed form, it is now covered by thick clouds, it is a whistling thundercloud, flashing with thunder and lightning.

And those sorcerers, Soshyan saw, at the height of an altar-like ruin.

Soshyan looked at the storm, at the intertwined clouds like pythons, at the faint light in its depths.

Then his eyes fell on Fen Tian in his hand, looking at the inscription engraved on the handle.

"Let's rush over."

Lightning began to bloom around him, shattering marble and stone, and the clouds roared and transformed into angry faces, they screamed.

Then the storm swept up the cloud, and the shape within it, and then the cloud opened like an eye, revealing its claws.

But it backed away again as Soshyan rushed in.

Soshyang took Fen Tian into the wizards' realm, and the sound of battle left, replaced by the song of the storm, along with chants and whispers.

It reverberated on every fragment, a single word kept repeating.

Just a name.

Soshyan!

In front of Soshyan's eyes, the ruins turned into a crystal mountain. The moment he stepped on the crystal steps, everything changed.

Shapes appear on mirror-like glass. Crooked fangs and claws.

According to Soshyan's understanding, these things are called fear demons.

They crawled out of the glass and started screaming, giggling, and conjuring up a foul fire that sprinkled on the stairs and Soshyan.

His armor began to screech under the heat, but Soshyan was still running up, even as the stairs themselves began to lose shape and become a river of silver and fire.

By his side, now only Talos is left.

They made their way up through the molten metal and glass, laughter around them, claws on them.

Soshyan fired back with Burning Sky, and Talos slashed with a chainsaw halberd. Even if he was stuck in liquid metal, he was still fast.

They rushed to the top of the crystal ladder, shouting in their ears and minds.

Soshyan! Soshyan! Soshyan!

Soshyan jumped to the top and saw a four-eyed wizard standing on the high platform, surrounded by a pair of glass claws splayed upward, the heretic Astarte was now glowing like the flame of a lantern, like dawn. Around him, there were several wizards and a dozen scarlet letters.

When he saw the two of them coming, Eggersmo let out a sneer.

"Soshyan, let me see how talented you are."

The Scarlet Letters immediately surrounded him, Talos stepped up, and the chainsaw shattered a seal on the Scarlet Letter's neck.

The scarlet letter staggered, dust spewed a thick arc from the crack in his armor, the light behind the eyepiece flashed for a moment, and then disappeared.

"Who are you? Dare to be presumptuous in front of me!"

Eggothermo stretched out his hand and hit Talos with a lightning bolt, but lost his balance when a burst of bullets hit his chest.

"Your father!"

Talos spat on the ground. The fire continued, but the bullets inscribed with the prayer didn't do much damage to the wizard, but they did miss the opponent and missed Talos.

Eggothermo turned and smashed his staff on the ground, and a warp fire hit Talos, detonating every bullet in the pistol magazine.

The gun exploded, but Talos was alert, and had already thrown away his weapon.

And Soshyan has already started running~www.wuxiaspot.com~, slashing and slashing all the way, knocking down the scarlet letters like chopping melons and vegetables, and countless sorcery attacks attacking him.

Those Chaos wizards were tired and panting like dogs, but they couldn't help Soshyan at all.

Eggother snorted, then turned to face him.

"You have some skills, are you untouchable?"

"You'll know in a while!"

Just as Eggathmor was about to unleash his sorcery, Soshyan introduced the gray marrow into Burning Sky.

Spiral flames began to rise around him—

"Ah! What kind of power is this—"

Eggothermo immediately let out a painful roar, and an instinctive force rushed out of the wizard's body, sending the approaching Talos flying backwards, but it couldn't stop Soshyan.

The chief wizard of the Black Legion reluctantly turned his staff, and lightning appeared in the crystal at the top of the tower. An unprecedented force gathered and hit Soshyan's chest.

Soshyan's footsteps were stopped this time, and then Eggothermo struck him again with lightning, filling his lungs with a burning smell.

"Whether you are untouchable or not, the power of the Master of Mutation can still tear you apart!"

Eggothmore hissed:

"I will tear your soul into thousands of small pieces and sprinkle it into the tide of ether."

When the other party raised his staff, Soshyan shook his head and smiled.

"This is not my end."

He told the wizard like this, and the firelight mixed with black stars illuminated the stairs behind him.

"is yours."