The Emperor’s Angel of Death

The enemy retreated temporarily, and took away the angry **** beast.

Azrael felt his twin's heart racing, and angry runes flashed on his monitor as the optics of his helmet tried and failed to focus.

The lens cracked, and Azrael felt distressed to magnetically lock the helmet on his thigh, stopping when his eyes adjusted to the darkness.

There was a thick silence in the air, an almost harrowing contrast to the screeching din of battle before the explosion, and he listened to the trail of the enemy, but heard nothing but the sound of his own shallow breathing.

The blast leveled the corridor, plugging it with collapsed rock concrete and the dead.

"The fog makes you rot!"

He heard Asmodeus cursing in anger, kicking the fallen Chaos Space Marine in the chest, cracking the ceramic skull that adorned the Fallen Warrior's breastplate with the blow.

Suddenly, Azrael heard footsteps.

"They're here again!"

But this time, the enemy did not attack from the front, but appeared from above them!

Several huge holes appeared in the dome, and a large amount of red poured down from the top and fell into the dark angel's position, which brought the distance between the two sides to the closest.

This time, not only the ordinary Chaos Space Marines, but also the elite of the Crimson Slaughter - the Marauders of Draznet!

As soon as the terrifying warrior dressed in Terminator joined the battle, it caused huge trouble for the Dark Angels, especially the current Deathwing Grand Master Belia took away most of the Deathwing Terminators.

To make matters worse, a large number of heretics of the Black Legion have also appeared, far more than ever seen!

"heresy!"

Azrael shattered the nearest enemy with a barrage of bombs, then sneaked into cover and threw himself on a metal container, before a barrage of bombs charged at him.

"Azrael!"

Suddenly, a voice rang out in a chaotic roar, its syllables tormented by a voice unaccustomed to speaking.

"I will taste your heart and taste your false blood!"

"You're just not good enough!"

Azrael stood up to face his opponent.

The Chaos Space Marine in front of him is a giant, even taller than Belial, the scarlet Terminator armor is riddled with cracks, the horned helmet is full of fangs, and there is a single eye on the forehead, showing an unacceptable distortion Body.

Blood stained his armor, outlining the devastating brass symbols that adorned it, skulls rattling on rusted chains as the Chaos Space Marine stood.

He is a walking statue of death with a vicious chainsaw axe barking in his hand.

"tell me!"

Azrael growled:

"Which wicked wild dog of Kranon will my blade taste the blood of?"

"Azrael! The gods have foretold that you will die tragically at the hands of Dragon Draznet!"

This Dragon Draznit is the leader of the raiders of Draznit, a former captain of the Red Sabres Chapter, known as the most intelligent person in the Chapter, due to his supernatural insight, when fighting. When the regiment was corrupted, his mind was twisted and a third eye grew.

The traitor then roared towards the Dark Angel's High Master.

Azrael fearlessly strode toward the enemy, all thoughts dissipated with anger.

He wants to avenge the Stern Age world! To avenge the fifth company commander Zadakir! Traitors must pay the price in blood!

"Cranial Dedication Throne!"

Dragon's roar passed through the skull-shaped voice grille on the helmet, and rushed towards Azrael, along with the chainsaw axe.

Azrael dodged the chainsaw, spinning and smashing his fist on the side of the Chaos Space Marine's head, followed by his elbow, hitting him hard in the left eye.

Dragon roared, the shattered armor pierced deep into his eyes, and the other hand threw an uppercut.

Azrael felt his jaw snap, and the punch hit his helmetless face, but the Grand Master struggled to grab the Chaos Space Marine's weapon arm, head-butting his opponent's other eye , jammed the opponent's axe with the hilt of his sword, and spat out a cloud of **** goo and teeth.

Dragon's head jerked backwards at the blow, knocking him off balance.

"Go to hell!"

Azrael growled, and another fist slammed into the Chaos Space Marine's head.

He swung the chainsaw subconsciously, but was swayed by the sword of secrets. Azrael suddenly pulled out another spare pistol in the confusion, and fired several shots at the opponent when Dragon was defenseless.

The chainsaw battle axe clattered to the ground.

"Go to hell!"

Dragon, who was shot at close range, froze, but Azrael pulled him up and continued to beat the opponent in the head with the **** of his gun.

"Dead! Die! Die!"

Just as Dragon's helmet was knocked beyond recognition, a whistling aroused Azrael's alert, making him decisively throw away the enemy and retreat.

Almost at the same time, an even larger chainsaw axe slid in front of him.

"Yo, it's pretty quick to hide."

Hearing this voice, Azrael was instantly furious and roared.

"Cranon! You **** bastard!!!!!!!!!!"

The Supreme Master wielded the sword of secrets, slashing at the enemy with a mocking smile in front of him.

Kranon the Relentless, with his massive decapitation axe, is reaching the attack of the Dark Angel's High Master, and keeps attacking.

"I am anger! I am death!"

Azrael felt like his limbs were on fire, he didn't care about the lasers licking his armor and the solid bullets that kicked up dirt in his path, all he saw was the abominable archenemy.

"My anger has no mercy."

After another ten steps, the opponent will be within the range of his blade.

As he rips open Kranon's blasphemous shell, his gauntlets rip into the bastard's innards and withdraw from the corrupted heart.

"My blade doesn't know—"

Suddenly, something invisible hit Azrael in the chest, knocking him to the ground.

He landed hard, a crack in his breastplate, and raised his head with a moan, blinking hard to clear his sight.

Painkillers flooded his body ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ but did not quell the searing pain in his skull.

The enemy stopped firing at this point.

Azrael grunted hard, stood up, and stumbled forward, but the ground suddenly lifted to meet him.

The High Master's mouth filled with blood as his head hit the ground.

Roaring in frustration, he pressed himself to his limbs, crawling to fight if necessary.

Only the death of the other party can quell his anger.

Ahead, Kranon was motionless, mocking him.

"you--"

Azrael turned his gaze to the traitor, caught by the flash of red and black armor in his lavender robes.

He took another look, but at the same instant he was yanked from the ground, thrown into the air, and smashed back with enough force to break a bone.