The Emperor’s Angel of Death

On a distant desolate planet on the edge of a hazy star field, Gar Mozejie slowly and painfully woke up after an unknown amount of time.

He was as tired as if he had come back from the dead again, and all his energy, all his vitality seemed to be exhausted.

And he only remembered very little of what happened before, an endless nightmare full of violence and death, and every weakness of his spirit was uncovered and examined.

Then he looked at his body and was surprised to find that the original mutant limbs had disappeared, replaced by the strong thighs of the past, then this represented one thing.

He succeeded.

"If you don't have the Snow Lotus Blade, you have to break through the gate of Xinrao Miwo left by the Second Primarch, brother, you are too desperate, you know that you almost can't come back, or you can't use normal form back."

Toubek sounded with a smile on the side, and Gar Mozejie also smiled, then took the towel handed by the other party and wiped the sweat from his body.

He can be said to be naked now, but this does not make him ashamed, but very happy, because there are almost no traces of mutation on his body, but the skin has turned into some kind of gelatinous lavender.

There were not many people in the entire hall, except Tubek who were a few thousand sons wizards, and some machine servants.

"When you were dragged out, your armor had already melted. The door of Xinrao Miwo is incredible. It can actually give people such a powerful power. I estimate that you and I are more than ten times stronger than before."

Gar Mozejie jumped off the icy stone platform, and with a slight hook of his fingers, the robe in the distance automatically flew over and fell on him.

"It's a life-threatening gamble."

"Why are you in such a hurry to gain power? The risk is too high, and I have sweated for you."

"Because we can't get the Snow Lotus Blade back with our existing strength, and even expanding our power is difficult. The last time we had a conflict with the Death Nail War Gang, although we won, it was a tragic victory. For thousands of years, we can only be a small war gang."

"It can be seen that you are in a hurry, oh, by the way, you asked Amon to find the person he was looking for."

"where?"

"Just outside, just got back."

"Go and have a look."

As soon as he walked out of the hall and entered the icy and desolate abandoned temple, Gar Mozejie heard a low and bloodthirsty roar.

"Batboy! You better pray you're not wasting my time! Or I'll tear you and your friends alive!"

In the main hall, Amon in armor was leaning against a broken column with his hands on his chest, and opposite him was a restless monster.

The person standing opposite Amon, at first glance, looked like a space warrior, wearing tattered blood-colored armor, with a piece of charred gray fur and a little human skin hanging on it, but if you look closely, you will find that the person's body is extremely abnormal. Coordinated, the left body is exposed outside the armor, the thick skin like animal fur covers all the exposed places, and the facial features on the face seem to be blocked by hair, and the fingers of the left hand and the toes of the left foot grow beast-like. The sharp claw is almost a half-wolf half-human monster.

"Yo, who is going to tear me up?"

Gar Mozejie spoke with a smile, and the man stopped roaring and turned his head sharply.

At that moment, Gar Mozejie instinctively felt some kind of deadly threat, as if being stared at by a ferocious beast in a dark forest.

The face under the messy hair of the other party is also like a body, half human, half wolf, holding a huge crimson axe in his hand.

Ow ——————

With a loud roar, the man rushed over at a very fast speed, then jumped up, and slashed towards Gar Mozejie with the giant axe in his hand.

Its speed was so fast that Tubek only had time to step back half a step before the other party was in front of him.

Facing the roaring giant axe, Gar Mozejie just smiled slightly and remained motionless.

"Um!?"

In the surprised sound mixed with the beast's roar, the half-human wolf monster found that his axe could no longer make an inch when it was only a finger away from the opponent's forehead, and even his whole person was frozen in mid-air.

Gar Mozejie just smiled at him with his hands behind his back.

In the next second, with the sound of "boo" in the air, the half-human wolf warrior was instantly thrown away, and after sliding for 100 meters in the air, he landed again on all fours.

After he landed, he raised his head sharply, clenched his teeth, and the cloudy saliva kept dripping from his wolf's face.

Seeing this scene, Amon also seemed a little surprised, put down his hands and straightened his waist, and turned to Gar Mozejie, only then did he notice that the other's legs had recovered.

"you succeeded."

"Yes, good luck."

Gar Mozejie smiled and nodded, then looked at the monster.

"How, are you satisfied?"

The wolf growled lowly.

"Still early!!"

He threw the battle axe violently, and at the moment when it collided violently with Gar Mozejie's psychic shield, he jumped up, leaping over a distance of 100 meters like a falcon, and roaring like a wolf. , the huge claws of his left arm grabbed hard at Gar Mozejie's head.

With a swipe, the psychic shield in front of Gar Mozejie made a cracking sound like a silk, and a layer was forcibly torn off by the opponent's claws.

"Oh."

Gar Mozejie made a surprised voice, and the man was still scratching at the psionic shield like a madman, approaching him little by little.

Soon, the saliva-drooling wolf face approached Gar Mozejie, but he just smiled.

In an instant, the man's battle axe bounced violently, pressing against his head, forcing the centaur to throw his head back sharply, avoiding the blade.

Then to his surprise, the torn psionic shield instantly recovered, and the whole person was thrown out.

And the battle axe kept spinning in mid-air, heading towards the half-human wolf after landing.

"Humph!"

The man stood up~www.wuxiaspot.com~ raised his hand and grabbed the handle of the battle axe.

"good."

Saying that, he spat on the ground.

"Then tell me, what do you want me to do!"

"It's in your favor, of course, Swan Wolfbard...Wolf Lord."

And his words were exchanged for a roar from the other side.

"Don't call me that!"

It turns out that Swan Wulfbard was once a wolf master of the Space Wolves Chapter, but disillusioned with the tedious red tape and soul-killing bureaucracy of the Empire, he and his Dalian turned to bloodbath The **** of Khorne's belief, calling himself the blood wolf, and began to frantically attack the world and the army of the Empire.

As one of the start-up groups of Astartes, the Space Wolves have not seen such a thing for more than ten thousand years. The news was blocked, and then chasers were dispatched, vowing to wipe the stains away.