The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"This is the Emperor's Temple."

A battle monk looked at the ruins and dilapidated buildings and said

"It used to be."

Grimaldus answered grimly.

"But now it will only be a tomb, a tomb for heretics."

Afterwards, he ordered the three battle brothers to throw smoke bombs.

When the thick smoke filled the parapet, the fallen defenders immediately realized what had happened and began to scream at the top of their lungs.

The world fell into never-ending riots after a brief warp storm ten years ago. Some residents suffered from starvation and eventually lost to the collapse of their living environment. heresy.

Ultimately, they die, they suffer, and they betray.

And the Black Templar will give this world the final salvation and judgment.

"go ahead!"

Under the cover of thick smoke, the battle company of the Black Templar quickly crossed the seemingly unattainable parapet, and when they reached the flat ground behind the parapet, Grimaldus put his finger on the trigger, and he and his bolt rifle Ready anytime.

In just a few seconds, he analyzed the enemy's fire holes and the way forward, which was the instinctive result of years of **** fighting.

Under the fear of death, the rebels strafed the target, and the firepower composed of automatic guns and laser guns swept the surroundings.

Although Grimaldus' power armor was hit many times, he was unscathed. After moving a hundred meters quickly, he hid in the corner of the broken wall, aimed at an approaching enemy, and decisively pulled the trigger.

Visibility was poor through the smoke, and the figure seemed lost, screaming and waving its arms.

But this was not a problem for Grimaldus. He could clearly see that the other party was wearing orange boiler overalls, like a miner or a factory slave, with a heavy respirator on his back, and a crude automatic pistol in his hand.

In the next second, there was the hiss of large-caliber ammunition penetrating into the body, followed by the sound of explosive warheads exploding.

The bomb tore through the man's body in an instant, and he was even surprised to find himself falling on the rubble, barely aware that he was under attack, and even at the moment of his death, he did not see clearly. What kills itself.

At the moment when he passed the fallen corpse, Grimaldus looked down at the traitor he had killed. It was covered with a pair of wide welder's goggles. Under the dirt, there seemed to be something extremely sinister and abnormal. The presence.

Heretics, no matter how similar they are to humans, are ugly and unclean.

"Move to the inside, fast!"

After the members of the combat company used short bursts to deal with the reckless enemies, they gathered on the damaged stairs leading to the building. The thick smoke enveloped the environment below again, but the gunshots and screams were everywhere, and it was obvious that there were enemies everywhere.

"Brothers, what is our motto!"

During the battle, Grimaldskorn recited High Gothic with impassioned speech.

"No mercy! No mercy! No fear!"

The Black Templars' zeal for battle and the Emperor made their charge unstoppable, and Grimaldus fired as he ran, knocking away an arm wielding a metal club with his first shot, and hitting a charging man with his second. Enemy near.

Suddenly, two armed men came howling from the shadows. Grimaldus smashed the head of one of them with the **** of the gun with his backhand, then reached out and grabbed the other's head, pulling it out of the body together with the spine. He pulled it out and threw it to the ground, spattering a bloodstain.

Then he drew out the chainsaw sword on his waist, and the shooting in his hand kept blowing off the necks of one enemy after another, and then used the chainsaw to cut off a human head, half of its chest and arms

"What are we thinking about!"

"Our thoughts are all pure for the Empire!"

The battalion companies soon blew into the building like a gale, and the Heretics opened fire on the Emperor's Angel of Death, proving that they were indeed the enemies of Man.

Grimaldus knew why they fought, and what drove them, allowing madness to take hold of their minds so completely that they dared to engage the invincible mighty Angel.

The evil power of chaos is the eternal enemy of mankind. As long as these succubi-like powers still exist, the expedition of the Black Templar will continue forever.

Until death!

Even if they were in a desperate situation, even if the explosive bombs kept tearing blood holes in their bodies, the remaining enemies still hid around and fought back by relying on the cover.

Grimaldus fired upon the retreating foe, catching occasional glimpses of the ruined sanctuary—gilded walls battered by wind and sand, its past splendor tainted and dimmed.

"Where are we going!"

"To death, to war!"

"What are we waiting for!"

"We are her champions, we are her pawns!"

Most fighters of the Black Templar prefer close combat, using bullets to force the enemy out of cover and into a corner, and then raise the combat knife and chainsword to cut off the head.

During this process, Grimaldus once turned the heretic who had fallen to the ground to see the appearance of the dead. Its arms and shoulders were shattered by the bomb, leaving only half of its body, wrapped in a windproof scarf head, I can't see its expression clearly.

Suddenly, there was a rattling sound in the temple, and Grimaldus recognized that it was the automatic cannon firing, and he dodged directly, avoiding the line of fire of the rapid-fire shells.

In the next second, a grenade flew out, directly blowing up the automatic gun and the gunner behind it.

Grimaldus stepped forward again and pulled the scarf off the head of the dead heretic. He saw that the face hidden in it was pierced by a scar, which just divided the face into two parts.

Such precise wounds could not have been left on the battlefield—they were their own doing, and one of the hallmarks of Chaos madness is irrational self-mutilation.

The gap extends all the way to the lower jaw, and the tongue protruding from the mouth also diverges from the apex, like some kind of reptile. The nose is completely cut off, and only the remaining nasal bones and the nasal passage blocked by hyperplastic tissue can be seen.

"Hate heresy!"

Grimaldus gave the order over the comm channel.

"Bring them together ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and slaughter them like cattle!"

Then he threw the heretic's body back to the ground, realizing that all the enemy's corpses had such scars on their faces.

This is probably the saddest end a human being can imagine.

Under the frenzied onslaught of the Black Templar warriors, the surrounding enemies were soon completely defeated, and the warriors ran to the breach in the temple wall, where the huge sandstone building materials were exposed.

Grimaldus walked against the wall, scanning the situation in the room and preparing to fire.

The dark area in the field of vision gradually faded, and the enhanced superhuman vision penetrated the darkness. The walls and domes of the temple were painted with colorful angels, and they accompanied the sunlight. The believers of the state religion below looked up at the sky, carrying relics of war, and recited prayers devoutly to the emperor.

But now, these fine drawings were replaced by filth and bullet scars, and a huge wooden chandelier hung askew from the top, in which ancient candles burned out, and the skulls of many martyred loyalists hung from it.

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