The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"Emperor—"

Castor looked around and saw many thumb-thick chains hanging from the ceiling of the hall. Each chain had a body stripped of its armor. Most of the fatal wounds were on the chest and neck. Some people They were also stripped of their skins, and there were twenty or thirty people.

At the same time, there were more than a dozen human heads on the lumen lamps on both sides of the central aisle of the hall, and the air was filled with the smell of excrement, blood and burnt flesh.

This horrific nightmare scene made the hall resemble a Shura field.

Soon, the gritted Castor saw an acquaintance on a lumen lamp socket.

Third Company Commander Gianluca Fiora——

The blood-stained face still had the expression of his life, unwilling, angry—

At this time, a figure slowly walked out from the tattered curtain of the stage.

"Mongrel!! You bastards!!!!!!"

Watching the company's brother die so tragically, Adams lost control almost instantly. He screamed and tried to charge forward, but was hugged tightly by the people behind him.

Castor slowly moved his gaze to the figure on the stage.

"Star! World! Knight! Warrior!"

Sabrin, who was standing in the center of the slaughterhouse, raised his head slowly, the scarlet goggles on the pale skull mask reflecting Castor's twisted face.

"What do you mean!"

"Punishment, that's all."

"You are betrayal! Heresy! You will be judged and excommunicated!"

Castor shouted, pointing around.

"You will pay for everything you do today!"

"Quiet, you shouldn't be so loud as a biting dog."

Sabrin grabbed a broken arm and tapped it on the stage railing like a drumming stick.

"The repayment is not over yet, and we will discuss the price after it is over."

"I'll cut off your head, and then you'll know what the price is."

"Then hurry up, when it's over, this place will-"

Saying that, Sabrin raised his arm, and then opened his palm suddenly.

"BOOM! No one would know what happened, would they?"

Castor was shocked and looked around subconsciously. The other party obviously told him that explosives were placed here.

He wanted to take the team away immediately, but the opponent was obviously not going to give him this chance.

"Come!"

Sabrin threw away the broken arm, lifted the chainsaw halberd stuck on the floor, and jumped off the stage. After landing heavily, he smashed all the surrounding chairs with a sharp wave of his arm.

Then, he raised the blood-stained halberd and pointed at everyone.

"Who's first?"

Castor stepped out, feeling his blood sing under the stimulant of the chemical stimulant—a painful song from the pulsatile injection port of the ancient armor.

Instead of wielding a melee weapon, he drew his plasma pistol, which elicited uneasy murmurs.

The ribbed magnetic coil on the rear of the weapon glowed brightly, coating Castor with a ghostly blue glow.

"You bastard, I'm not in the mood to fight you one-on-one, and you don't deserve such an honor!"

Sabrin looked at the weapon that belonged to the Chapter, tilted his head to the right, and let out a dispassionate laugh.

"Are you sure?"

At this moment, there was a sudden exclamation.

"above!"

Castor looked up, and saw the shadows rippling, the Space Marines in blue-edged gray armor emerging from the darkness like eerie sculptures rising from the tar.

His heart suddenly tightened.

This is impossible. When they came in, there was clearly nothing there. How did these people hide their whereabouts?

But whether he believed it or not, at least fifty Space Marines stood silently on the wide high platform like statues, with their bolt guns pointing down, and Castor even saw heavy bolts and plasma. arms. In the event of a firefight, their odds of winning are low, and support is still on the way.

"it is good."

Castor put away the plasma pistol, but before he could speak again, senior veteran Turuk jumped out.

"Let me pick you bastard!"

Turuk charged directly at Sabrin, and struck the opponent with the weight of the chainsaw sword in his hand.

But before it could fall, the sharp teeth of the chainsaw tangled together, pulling a string of sparks along the edge.

Sabrin responded quickly and moved very quickly, defusing the shock in the blink of an eye.

The two then continued to fight, and the blade turned, making a crisp sound as it struck and retracted.

Sabrin took fifteen seconds to figure out the warrior's routine, then feinted to the left, using the advantage of the weapon's length to induce his opponent to move slightly to the other side, waiting for the opponent's intentional correction, then suddenly disengaged and went straight. Stab forward.

In a piercing scream of metal, the tip of the chainsaw gleamed as it slid into the breastplate, smoothly piercing the enemy's abdomen and slicing cleanly through tissue.

Turuk staggered, trying to hold on to his heels, but Sabrin had withdrawn his halberd, changed his position and swung his helmet **** on the deck.

Everything happened too fast, from being evenly matched to falling to the ground in just a few blinks of an eye, Castorton pulled out his power hammer angrily.

"Go to hell!!"

Sabrin saluted in the traditional way, quickly lowered his halberd, then returned to his guard stance.

Castor approached as fast as a bull charge, then swung a blow, using the hammer's own weight to smash the thrust of the chain halberd.

They kept moving and fighting, and the metal flakes swirled and danced around them.

"You are actually more powerful than your company commander."

During the fight, Castor was surprised to find that the opponent was unexpectedly difficult to deal with. Although he would not fail for the time being, he had begun to work hard to avoid being hit in the throat and joints.

"Not that despicable sneak attack."

Sabrin blurted out, taking his emotions to a whole new level of icy rage.

"Do you really think you are strong enough to defeat the third company commander?"

The next moment, the sharp slash of the chainsaw halberd made the handle of the warhammer tremble and made a harsh sound.

Castor staggered, nearly fell, and was forced to parry the whirling serrations at his throat.

"It was he who challenged us first!"

The Malicious Warrior snapped:

"Do you astral knights have any sense of shame!?"

"You don't deserve to talk about this!"

Sabrin slashed the blade and pressed the warhammer to break through the opponent's defense.

Their helmet visors were just a palm's width apart, illuminated by the surging disintegration stance on the warhammer's head.

"When the matter is over, everything that happened before is not important. When you made the first drop of blood, you should expect today!"

Sabrin said in a cruel but sincere tone.

"Until then, stop talking about things you don't own at all~www.wuxiaspot.com~traitors! You'll get a taste of what a trial is like."

"You'll get a taste of what it's like to die."

At this moment, the screams of Castor's joints reached their highest point, and Sabrin's heavy pressure made his arms tremble.

Barack in the back secretly raised his arm, aiming the bolt gun at Sabrin.

But immediately, several red dots appeared on his helmet, and Li Lin above whistled.

"Damn, do you want to die right away? I'll do it for you right away!"

Barack froze, and slowly lowered his arms.

At this time, Castor, who had been struggling for a long time, finally revealed his flaws, and was slashed on the shoulder by Sabrin with a halberd, knocking him out of balance, and then the halberd was withdrawn, ready to take the head.

But that blow never came.

"Astral Knight! Stop!"