The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"Green Leather!!"

Bahram shouted, the first to fire back.

Thousands of aliens gushed out of the passage, roaring terrible, and the entrance of the settlement was immediately surrounded.

These civilians are going to be slaughtered!

The terrible idea appeared in Bahram’s mind. The guards were pulling off the lockers from the wall to hide behind, but these bunkers had no effect in front of the large-caliber bullets. These militiamen could only hold on in front of the greenskins. A few minutes.

The settlement was also in chaos. People began to run desperately. Some tried to find an exit, while others planned to hide in their homes, but some organized to resist.

The cries and screams rang together, immediately causing Bachram's anger to rise.

These innocent people are about to die in front of him, but he can't do much, as if what he just said was just a big talk.

He lighted up his magazine and sent many miniature rockets across the corridor, which made a loud sound as they exploded around the enemy.

Suddenly, a big guy made a metallic noise, fell to the ground and died, and the remaining guy took a step back.

"Are they retreating?"

One of the guards asked, and the others began to approach the door.

"Go back!"

Bachram immediately yelled at the reckless guard, but it was too late when a rocket flew over from the end of the corridor and exploded outside the door.

The interstellar warriors were all lifted off the ground directly, tumbling backwards, squashing a pitcher.

And those who guarded the door with him turned into fragments, sprinkled around the entrance.

"Damn—"

Bachram got up, the smell of burnt flesh and blood filled his nostrils, his ears buzzed, and faces full of fear were all around him.

People were shooting Greenskin with low-powered guns in vain. They came here because of him, and they all came to fight for survival.

Just when the green-skinned man was about to rush through the gate, a figure appeared behind Bahram.

"Sir."

He turned around, but only a touch of scarlet passed by.

The nameless anger overwhelmed reason, and he jumped up, and Calistarius, holding a sharp sword, howled and rushed towards the green skin close at hand.

The bullet exploded on his armor, but he couldn't stop his pace at all. He rushed into the pile of green leather, chopped down the first one with a sword, and the pistol knocked down the other.

The sword and axe slashed at him, and their superhuman strength made them almost penetrate his ceramic steel armor. At the same time, there were many rough hands trying to grab him. However, at this moment, Calistarius seemed to have changed. Becomes terrible and unstoppable.

He howled and slaughtered all the green skins in front of him, knocking down their foul-smelling bodies and splitting them apart.

At some point, his helmet had been pulled off, and all his senses were drowned in blood—its taste, its color.

The anger continued to grow, until he finally became a killing machine, and soon he stepped into a warm and humid world, with the metallic smell of blood everywhere.

As if at that moment, the think tank was gone, replaced by an uncontrollable weapon.

Even Green Skin was stunned by such killings, and they retreated like a tide, looking for a new boss.

But the offensive did not stop, and gunfire came from other exits of the settlement.

"Sir?"

Perceiving something wrong with Calistarius, Bachram asked cautiously.

The next second, he took a step back, because the **** eyes and outstretched fangs of the blood angel in front of him frightened him.

"Blood——Blood——"

"Sir, you are—"

Suddenly, Calistarius grabbed Bachram's arm.

"Go, take them away."

As suddenly as it came, the red tide receded from the think tank, but it was replaced by something deeper.

"The palace will be guarded, the traitors will never take a step!"

Bahram lamented in his heart, why this think tank started to talk nonsense again.

At this time, the foreman also hurried over.

"Masters, the lift has started, you can go now!"

"You must also retreat."

Hearing what Bachram said, the foreman was stunned for a while, and then shook his head bitterly.

"It's a dead end when you get to the top. There are green skins everywhere. Although I am a grassroots, I can see that... the nest is unstoppable."

"No! There is hope, my comrade-in-arms is still on it!"

In fact, when he said this, Bachram himself had no confidence.

At this moment, his always-silent communicator suddenly signaled the movement of contact, so he immediately connected it and waited nervously.

"This is Bahram! Has anyone heard?"

When he heard the response in the communicator, he almost cheered.

"Bahram, this is Oscar. We thought you were dead. We are preparing to retreat. The company commander is here. There is a new batch of reinforcements. You will rush to the nearest elevator and we will pick you up. "

"I'm afraid it will take some time?"

Bachram answered in a low voice.

"What happened?"

"Oscar, we are now with a group of civilians, they are about two thousand people."

"This is a good thing, so many people have survived this horror... Wait, we?"

"I met Officer Calistarius, he seems to be injured, something is wrong, I don't know what's going on."

"Not quite right?"

"He keeps talking nonsense about the legion and the palace."

At this time, Calistarius, who had been shaking, came out again.

"Horus, my brother, you are wrong, wrong..."

But then he shook his head vigorously.

"No, I am Calistarius, I am Calistarius—"

"Oh, he started to say the name of Horus, and the situation of Chief Calistarius is getting worse and worse."

Then, there was a faint conversation from the communicator, and then Armin's voice came in.

"Bahram, you must leave there immediately. Greenskin is about to flood the area where you are. Take the civilians and move towards the nearest meeting point. As for Calistarius... you must be more careful. If anything happens again, leave him immediately, the black fury is very dangerous."

Bahram's tactical eyepiece showed a map with a red dot flashing on it.

"We still have some defenders here. They can evacuate civilians to a safe area."

"Sir, the black fury you just said..."

"Don't ask so much, execute the order!"

"Yes!"

Turning off the communicator, Bachram said to the foreman:

"There is a response from above, let everyone retreat immediately, children and women are given priority, let's come to the queen!"

"it is good!"

So a tense retreat began, but because the entrances and exits of the settlements were successively lost, soon only the exit at the back of the church was left.

In order to delay Greenskin's offensive step, Bahram ordered the blasting of the settlement buildings, blocking the road with debris, leaving only the main road leading to the entrance of the church.

While he was actively deploying defenses, Calistarius, who had been sitting silently in front of the emperor's icon, suddenly pressed his shoulders.

"go."

He said very calmly:

"Everyone, go now."

The guards were accustomed to obeying Astarte's words and immediately withdrew from the church, leaving only Bachram and Calistarius.

Bachram didn’t realize what had happened until now, he only felt that Calistarius had completely changed and turned into another thing, melancholy and sad, and there was something in his pupils that was about to be uncontrollable. furious.

The think tank looked at Bachram in a daze, and suddenly smiled.

"Go, brother, protect our father~www.wuxiahere.com~This is what you do best."

"I--"

Bachram is not sure, the other party is talking to him, because the eye pupils of the think tank have become pure black, and in the reflection of the opponent's pupils, he sees not himself, but a man wearing yellow armor. giant.

"Let's go! There is me here, and I must protect my father."

As he said, he turned around, holding a blood-stained sword, stepping towards the gate step by step, and on the main road not far away, green skins swarmed like mountains and oceans.

"Come on! Traitors! Demons! Come face me! And my brother, let's have a one-on-one contest!"

Bachram remembered what Almin had said to him, and after hesitating for a while, he turned and ran behind the door.

The moment he dared to run out of the door, he heard a roar that did not belong to Calistarius. When he turned his head, only saw a group of white wings burst open in the glare of the glare.

Afterwards, the cathedral where the explosives had been buried began to collapse, Bahram closed his eyes in pain, and turned to chase the refugees.