The Emperor’s Angel of Death

It was as if Yarek walked into a canvas of still fighting, the battlements were riddled with holes, the walls were full of smoke, and several turrets had been completely scrapped.

On the other side of the wall, the ground was covered with overlapping craters. The pits were full of residues of green-skinned artillery and armored vehicles. Tens of thousands of green-skins drove the siege ladder to try to rush up to the wall, and the defenders continued to destroy it. These ladders.

The green skin on the ground kept firing at the wall, trying to raise more ladders.

The two sides were in a stalemate for a while, but due to the gap in the city wall, it was only a matter of time before it was broken.

Hundreds of greenskins have climbed up the city wall, and Yarek himself is surrounded by them.

Stepping back and forth less than five meters away from Ya is the behemoth howling before. It seems to be summoning his opponent to a duel, because it has defeated its opponent before—a colonel is leaning behind the war leader. On the scrapped artillery.

The colonel was still able to move, but very weak, his right arm was twisted to a strange angle, and his face was bloody.

The green-skinned boys lined up on either side of their boss, repeating the clamor.

Arek knew who this beast was, and answered with its name.

"Uguhad!"

The war leader turned his head, his pistol was bigger than a heavy-explosive gun, and his right hand was loaded into the power grab. This war leader is also one of the most powerful leaders under the Bonecrusher, and is attacking the storm’s nest. Pioneer of time.

Since the Bonebreaker lost contact for a while, he became the head of all the greenskins near Hades's Nest.

Now, he is ready to take down this difficult stone to prove that he is strong enough, so that it may have a chance to replace his boss-this is something that any green skin would imagine.

The battlefield seemed to be quiet at this moment.

All of Yarik's attention was focused on the opponent, but he felt that both the human and the green skin stopped to witness the symbolic duel between the two.

He knows what the bet is in this battle, and Uguhaad should also be very clear.

The war leader looked down at the political commissar, and the political commissar also saw the disappointment revealed in a pair of small outrageous red eyes on the huge head shell.

Uguhad was here to challenge a qualified opponent, but he only found a human being not bigger than other humans, let alone very old.

It snorted with contempt.

Yarek took out a blaster pistol and a chain saw.

Ugurhard smiled, raised his power claw, and tried to crush Yarek with a single grasp.

Arek rushed towards the opponent without a word, bowed his head and avoided the paw from a punch, shot the pistol at the chest covered in armor, and plunged the sword into the flesh of the arm that was holding the gun.

"Damn it!"

Ugurhard yelled, took a step backwards, raised his gun and pointed it at Yarek.

Yarik took a backhand shot, and the bullet was lucky enough to fly into the opponent's barrel, and the huge pistol exploded.

This was also far beyond Yarek's expectation, and the people around and the green skin were even more frightened.

Uguhad was also stunned.

"Fuck! What's the situation!"

Aware of the bad war leader, he threw the pile of scrap iron at Yarek.

The scrap metal slammed into Arrick's shoulder, almost knocking him over.

The political commissar took a few steps back to create a little space.

Ugurhard looked at him, smiled with joy, as if to say-he let it hit some.

Being hit by the scrapped pistol in his left shoulder, the pain has already begun to affect Yarek’s reaction. When Ugurhard started to move forward, there was a dark familiarity at every step. It seemed that everything was rehearsed. Every step is familiar.

He couldn't help thinking of the dream he had had, the nightmare that symbolized destruction and death.

Will this be his end game?

"Come again! Shrimp!"

Uguhad waved his paw again, and Yarek jumped back and stepped to the left.

The war leader smashed the wrinkled ground into pieces with one blow, and turned it around with its inertia, making it have to face the political commissar-his body armor was too thick, so Yarik lifted the ship and slashed at the opponent again. Left hand.

The next moment, as soon as a shadow flashed in front of Arek, Uguhad laughed and turned around—his clumsiness was just a disguise.

As a result, his power claw caught the sword's arm of the political commissar.

"be cheated!"

The pain in the dream and reality overlapped, and Yarek trembled under the pressure and dropped the sword in his hand.

Uguhad stood up straight and showed the political commissar hanging on his paws to one side and then to the other side. Then he let out a triumphant roar, and his paws were clamped down.

"Uh-"

With a muffled grunt, Arek's bones shattered and blood burst from the middle of his claws.

His lips were twisted in pain and hatred, his teeth were grinded together, and he made a hiss in anger, but he didn't call out.

"Quite stiff!"

Uguhad laughed and held the political commissar's left shoulder with his other hand, and turned the other's head to him, waiting for the human to understand what he was going to do.

Then, he pulled and plied, and Arek's limbs separated.

Severe pain flickered in front of the political commissar like white light, and felt a kind of liberation when the muscles and bones were broken.

Then, the pain changed from light to darkness, and vertigo struck, but Yarek rejected it.

He has nothing but will.

Ugurhard released his hand, and Yarek knelt on the ground, blood spurting from his right shoulder, staining one side of his body.

The war leader put his torn off arm in front of his eyes to play, as if this mortal is no longer worthy of his attention.

Arek's sword was within reach. He squeezed it tightly with his left hand, casting his pain and all the pain of the burning Armageddon into one movement.

He stood up again.

"Uguhad!"

The political commissar shouted, and the war leader looked down in surprise.

The next second, the chainsaw sword inserted into the gap in his rough armor and kept poking into his throat.

Ughad's eyes were full of surprise, and his knees were shaking.

Arik saw its neck back and forth with his sword, and the choking sound of the war chief was quickly replaced by a fountain of blood.

Although he was soaked in blood, Yarek kept sawing, cutting off his muscles and bones, and also cut off his own pain and weakness.

He finally cut through.

Although he could no longer feel the pain of his body, and although his fingers were numb, he resisted the darkness.

Yarek checked the sword on the ground, UU reading www. uukanshu.com picked up the huge head, brought it to the side of the battlements, and showed it to all the green skins.

"I'm Alek!"

He yelled in green-skinned savage language. This is a secret that few people only know-he knows to speak Occitan.

"I see you! You will die!"

Then he changed to pure Gothic.

"Did you see? Hades will never be yours! Armageddon will never be yours! I will stop you! This is your desperate place!"

Afterwards, he threw Uguhad's head down the city, and the green-skinned boys exclaimed.

Then they turned around and ran away,

Then, finally, Yarek chose to be shrouded in darkness.

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