The Emperor’s Angel of Death

The latest website: "I said earlier that Ain Glaspel is a waste, shit-eating thing! He has never commanded such a large fleet before I heard that he had never driven a fishing boat bigger than a fishing boat in his life. Fuck! Now he lost it well, but left us under the threat of enemy orbital bombardment!"

　　 "Don't talk about the bullshit, Uquesos, it's just the cry of a kid."

　　 "What did you say, Drum Korda!"

The two rows of metal teeth of the commander of the Abaddon Hound Group Equesos gleamed on his scarred and dark face, and a tremor flowed through his body. This was not a manifestation of fear, but a profane physical transformation and innocence. Bloodthirsty, the Butcher's Nail is gnawing at his brain-and he is trying to restrain himself.

　　 There are thousands of horrors in the Black Legion. They are divided into many war gangs, large and small, and these war gangs are also controlled by Equesos, and guide these people according to Abaddon's will.

Looking at the distorted face of the champion of horror abuse, the commander of the son of horror, "Tyrant Sarola" Dram Korda seemed to laugh and howl at the same time, but due to the mutation of the throat, the laughter was like thousands of people. Ye Xiao's Qi Ming.

After a part of the evil followers vowed allegiance to Abaddon and joined the Black Legion, they formed countless war gangs in the Legion, collectively referred to as the sons of cruelty, but the reason they stood on the same line with the predators was to indulge in the spread of pain and suffering. In the joy of letting the victim's blood flow like a fountain, despite embracing the joy brought by the evil, the son of cruel abuse is despised by the emperor's son, who thinks they are just a group of Abaddon running dogs who betrayed the Primarch.

Dram Korda, also known as the Tyrant of Sarora, is a Chaos Lord of the Black Legion and one of Abaddon’s pro-choices. He was once a veteran sergeant in the 13th Company of the Son of Horus. One of Abaddon's most trusted and trusted subordinates.

　　 "Your bullshit."

　　The Sarola tyrant said again:

　　 "It's the call of the coward."

　　 "I'll go to your mother's scumbag!"

　　 Equesos roared, saliva spouting from between his metal teeth.

　　 "You **** **** mouth, clean my mouth!!"

　　 Then he pointed the chain saw axe horizontally at the opponent, and said in an almost intimidating tone:

　　 "We still have a debt to be counted! When my man was raided in the Red Sand Mountains, your man was obviously nearby, why not support it!"

Dram Korda’s reaction was just a scream like a big laugh, as if the sound of claws sweeping across the pieces of metal gained personality, and Zagshin the Destroyer beside him also gave out a mocking laugh. This further stimulated the fragile nerves of the fear of abuse champion.

Like Dram Korda, Zagshin the Destroyer is a warlord of the sons of cruel cruelty. He is also an extremely sadistic chaos lord. He used the local rose garden in the agricultural world of Valencia to make a A labyrinth full of thorns, and the prisoners were forcibly brought into this place, and then massacred for fun. In the end, countless inhabitants of the planet died in the pursuit of the Dark Legion for several hours, and all of them who were panicked were cut with several wounds by the thorns. .

"We have done everything the order requires. You, a drooling and yelling idiot, your own fighters can’t hold your own front. What does this mean? It means that they are too weak. Those empires are here. We started killing them before we arrived."

　　 "You fucking!"

　　 Equesos raised his hand, as if he was about to chop the battle axe into the opponent's head.

When the two quarreled, no one else said anything. The masked prince Teremanon Leila was leaning on the wall with his arms folded, as if waiting for a good show, but his body was swollen, and his pale green armor was covered with horns and horns. Lex, the slimy slug, stood at the farthest place from the crowd, because few people could stand the smell on him.

"Do not impulse!"

　　 Accompanied by a low huh, an invisible force prevented the horror abuse champion from further aggressive actions.

　　 Iggothemo, the fraudster, raised his head as if he had awakened from a deep sleep, and the four eyes of the silver mask on his face glowed with light red aura at the same time.

After Kayan "disappeared", Igor Semo became the new wizard lord of the Black Legion and was elected by Abaddon, completely replacing Kayan's original position-some people also secretly talked about the ruthlessness of the great predator. Even for the brothers who pledged their blood as an alliance, they would give up when they lost their value.

　　 At the moment when the two sides were most emotionally nervous, Igor Semo issued a sharp psionic warning and sent it to both parties at the same time.

　　Equisos' face twitched, his intracranial implants boiled over from this unwelcome psionic signal, but it was enough to make him hesitate a little.

　　 Then, he put down the weapon in his hand.

　　Dram Korda spread his hands and said helplessly:

　　 "Igor Semo, you see, Uquisos became confused and started accusing others at will. This is destroying the unity of the legion."

　　 "It's your dog that caused us a heavy loss."

　　 Igor Semo didn't make a sound, but he didn't like the excretion-like stains on Tyrant Sarora's body. This dirty mood soaked the surrounding air.

　　 "Equisos, I understand your discomfort."

　　 Finally, Igor Semo chose to appease one party first.

　　 "But now is not the time to argue."

　　 At this moment, the entire space suddenly trembled~www.wuxiaspot.com~Considering that the command post was located more than two thousand meters underground, there was only one thing that caused this vibration.

　　 Something that makes them feel powerless, but helpless.

　　 "Tm's orbital bombing again!"

　　 One of Equesos' shoulders twitched, and then his head jerked, trying to shake off the dust that fell on his head.

　　 "We are like voles stuck in a hole! Damn! I have never been so humiliated in my life!"

　　 The words of fear of abuse of champions are rare this time and have been recognized by everyone.

　　 Igor Semo sighed slightly, he knew that this was the source of the quarrel——

pressure.

The enemy’s orbital bombardment and the underground blocked space have created tremendous mental pressure on everyone. In addition, the Chaos Space Warrior itself has very few emotionally stable people. Under heavy pressure, it is easy to explode fiercely because of a little bit of old grievances. Conflicts, even bloodshed.

　　 But Abaddon forbids anyone to attack.

　　Dram Korda cursed and spit on the ground, the acid eroded the metal floor.

　　 "If this continues, all of us will have to be buried alive."

　　 "But the orbit is completely controlled by the enemy."

　　 "So I **** said that Ain Glaspel is a waste, is there a problem!? It's not him, we are so passive?"

　　 "What's the use of scolding him now, can he drive the soul of vengeance to save you?"

　　 Just then, the door opened and a high-pitched voice sounded.

　　 "The battle is so handsome!!!"

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