The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"Master Teacher!"

The Apothecary ripped the chainsword from the enemy's chest as he shouted to the great Deathwing Grand Master.

But Belial wasn't listening, his attention focused on the dismembered corpses of the three Chaos Space Marines he had just killed.

"We must step back and join the warband!"

Beria ignored the pharmacist and pushed herself back into the enemy.

He dodged a whizzing chainsaw, pinned an enemy fighter against the wall, smashed the opponent's skull between the rock-concrete wall and the ceramic shoulder armor, then swung his sword of silence with a Swinging in a tight arc, it charged into the surging red armor with icy anger.

The roaring chain blade flashed toward his neck, and he leaned back as far as he could, the weapon's teeth gleaming as the weapon grazed his throat.

Roaring, he fired bullets into the attacker's squinting helmet, vaporizing the Chaos Space Marine's head.

The headless body twitched back and disappeared under the pressure of the red armor.

"The gene seeds have all been extracted, Master Belial! We must retreat!"

Finally, Belial struggled to hear the Apothecary's voice, his heart beating, his sword ripping apart another enemy.

"Understood."

He growled, keeping the enemy's chainsaw aside, leaving the attacker's neck exposed, thrusting the tip of the sword into the Chaos Space Marine's windpipe, then immediately retracting the blade and inserting it into the face of another minion of the Dark Gods.

"Everyone moves in formation!"

Suddenly, Bellia felt the pressure of the enemy in front of him eased, so he took a step back and took a risk to glance behind him.

He saw Tech Sergeant standing in the middle of the hallway like a vengeful demon, the four arms of his servo harness spewing death from a series of laser cutters and plasma burners.

The tech sergeant wears gloves and holds a gear-powered axe. The tech sergeant has forged this weapon himself after returning from Mars. The spark head of the axe is shaped like the gears of a huge machine, a weapon of beauty and power. It is filled with all the craftsmanship of the Mechanicus.

Geared tomahawks rise and fall like the levers of an overspeed shorthand diagram, the tech sergeant chops down the archenemy with a brutal swipe that crackles on impact.

"Master, retreat quickly!"

The tech sergeant shouted to Belial, as he sliced ​​off another Chaos Space Marine with his cog axe, splitting him in half from shoulder to hipbone.

"The enemy has stepped up the offensive! The Supreme Master needs you!"

"Mis."

Beria turned his head, he couldn't see the other Deathwing Terminator, but the other party's identity tag was still shining.

He's still alive, at least for now.

"We can't keep him."

"The enemy will regroup soon."

Beria ignored the tech sergeant's warning, and his retina monitor beside the body of the other attacker showed where Meath should be.

The Deathwing Grand Master threw the corpse of the archenemy until he saw the familiar bone-white helmet of the Deathwing Terminator.

"I found him."

Throwing the sword into the thigh of a dashing enemy, Bellia grabbed Meath's cuffs and dragged him from under a pile of corpses.

"Can you still lift him?"

The technical sergeant's question was not meant to be insulting.

"Can!"

Beria grunted forcefully, and two Terminators stepped forward, lifting the arm and legs of injured Meath.

The technical sergeant nodded, cut off the arm of one of the archenemies, and then decapitated the other.

Beria began to clear the way for the team, his anger was methodical, although aggression was tempered by the finisher's efficiency.

The tech sergeant admired his calmness, but sometimes the wrath of the Deathwing Grand Master was no longer contained.

On that day, he will sympathize with Beria's enemies.

Although dressed in Terminator, Belial was no slower than a warrior in power armor, and many cultists were pinned under his ceramic boots during his run.

The enemy's ribs were broken, bone fragments pierced his internal organs, and his organs were drowned in blood.

Around him, the Deathwing Company slammed into the breach in an orderly formation. The heavy firepower in their hands recoiled the bodies of the surrounding enemy soldiers, and the air was filled with the rancid smell of burning meat.

But just when he thought it was only the Crimson Slaughter, more heretics in black armor poured into the battlefield from all directions and began to shoot frantically.

"It's the Black Legion!"

Seeing the large number of enemies, Grand Master Deathwing was startled, and then killed three enemies with a series of bombs.

But even so, the enemies seem endless.

He realized that this attack may not be so easy to resist, and the Black Legion is likely to throw the main force on the Dark Angels.

Belial's guess was indeed correct. After learning of the death of his chief sorcerer from Gar Mozejie who had fled back, Abaddon decisively changed his plan and changed the main attack direction to the dark angel who was too deep.

As long as the Dark Angels, the most advantageous offensive spearhead of the empire, is severely damaged or even knocked out, it will be much easier for the Black Legion to continue to defend or retreat.

For this reason, he even did not hesitate to mobilize defensive forces in other directions, and gathered more than 2,000 Chaos Space Marines around the Dark Angel at one time, and this was the scene that Belial saw——

A rare, Astartes-style sea offensive.

Beria flipped the weapon to full automatic and fired again, killing a large number of the cultists, their bodies shattered by exploding bullets.

Yet they did not waver. Regardless of their losses, they slammed into Deathwing like a possessed person.

And their fallen master is behind them.

"die!"

A bladed-tipped armguard slammed into Bella's shoulder pad, and he avoided a thrust designed to disembowel him and shoved the muzzle of the pistol into the attacker's torso.

Limbs and chunks of flesh rained down on his armor as he pushed forward ~www.wuxiaspot.com~, splashing on his bone-white Terminator armor.

The sharp smell of blood was suffocating, another sword came at him, he blocked the downward blow with his sword of silence, and slammed the pistol into the face of the other Chaos Space Marine.

The shot landed on the side of the cultist's skull, and Beria's pistol then fired into the endless black and red.

He could smell the Warp on them, and it soaked through them, wafting from their pores like a malevolence.

Suddenly, a warning sign flashed on Beria's helmet-mounted display, and his ammunition had reached the last round.

The Deathwing Grand Master let out a low growl, then blew his head off a emaciated attacker, the heretic's torso disproportionately shaped compared to his scrawny legs.

Beria magnetically locked the pistol to his armor and stabbed his sword into the swollen neck of the nearest cultist.

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