The Emperor’s Angel of Death

The sound of the gurgling water almost drowned out the sound of the battle in the distance, but it couldn't stop the thunder of the orbital bombardment farther away.

Tosin walked along the black moss-covered stone, beneath the shadowed pool of water.

A series of water droplets fell from the edge of the moss about thirty meters high, causing a splash on the surface of the pool. The dark place was as wet and dark as a summer night.

Suddenly, he heard movement from the top of the waterfall, but there was no cover here, so the Catachan veteran immediately jumped into the pool.

The water was up to his neck, and he raised his rifle with one hand to ear level, just a few feet above the water.

Then he moved through the shadows of the rocks with unparalleled precision, moving carefully behind the foam from the waterfall.

A number of shadows moved over the high stone, possibly twenty enemy soldiers.

At this distance, he could smell the rudeness and ugliness of the enemy, which was no different from a beast. At the same time, he heard a low, rhythmic voice from the helmet communicator. It sounded like a strange language, but he was very fortunate. I don't understand it at all.

Tosin felt himself becoming afraid—not the fear of the enemy, nor the fear of death, but the hatred of the enemy.

The surrounding water was so cold that his limbs were about to freeze, but hot sweat was left on his face.

The enemy left shortly after

Tosin had to wait two minutes to make sure he was safe. Then he slowly climbed out of the pool, quietly advancing in the direction the enemy was coming from.

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On the other hand, facing the fierce firepower of the enemy and the unfavorable muddy lake terrain, Sanjay was unwilling and had to retreat with his troops.

The enemy's firepower was several times that of their own, and even their troops were about to be surrounded by the enemy, so the Catachan people quietly and quickly retreated into the woods, and they also prepared mines and improvised explosives for the enemy on the way to retreat.

"The enemy is as dense as flies."

Sanjay yelled at Stryker over the radio.

"There are too many of them, and they have a strong will to fight.

After a brief radio communication, Sanjay's platoon headed to a wide creek defended by Stryker's platoon.

At this time, Stryker was directing the soldiers to slowly advance, and hit the other side of the river where the enemy was guarding.

The enemy troops chasing after Sanjay triggered explosives, and the sound of violent explosions echoed in the woods, and Stryker suddenly cursed inwardly.

According to common sense, this dense jungle terrain could have given a great advantage to the Catachan troops who were good at sneaking and hiding, but the enemy troops were densely covered in the woods like iron powder, everywhere.

And although the enemy is fighting separately, it also means that the enemy has been dispersed into countless small units around, and it is difficult to judge its position and direction.

The chaos in the jungle, even the Catachan people don't like it very much.

The adjutant came out of cover and started shooting, and Gaunt, crawling beside him, waved for Sanjay to come quickly.

Sanjay the black python swiftly crossed the open area, ignoring the broken bark and leaves flying in the face.

In Stryker's eyes, Sanjay's body covered with broken bark and leaves is just like the old man in the jungle at the big event in his hometown.

Thinking of this, Stryker was stunned.

home? What the **** is going on in his head?

In a hail of bullets, Sanjay hurriedly squeezed his huge body behind the narrow bunker.

"Sir?"

Stryker took a data pad from the pocket of his fur coat and inserted it into the bottom slot of the communicator carried by the trooper.

After that, he entered his password on the communicator's keypad, and after a while, the main combat data from the remote command vehicle slowly appeared on the data panel display.

In order to allow himself to quickly grasp the situation of the war, Stryker chose a complete tactical map that can show the whole picture of the battlefield.

The 183rd Regiment of Catachan, scattered around Mount Olympia, was shown as a slender and fragile line, and on either side of the front of Mount Olympia, Cadian's heavy infantry and armored units were engaged in heavy firefights with the enemy.

Supported by heavy artillery and orbital bombardment, the Dark Angels' forces were advancing from the east and had approached the outskirts of Attica, but the southern lines of the Kriegs were completely suppressed by the enemy and were being slowly slaughtered.

The determination of the Black Legion to charge was firm. The Cadians were helping the Kriegs maintain the front line, but the situation was not optimistic.

"Grass, this is too bad..."

"Then we'll have to see if we can make a difference."

Stryker responded seriously and calmly, he pressed the button, and the situation of the various units of the 183rd Regiment was immediately displayed on the screen.

All platoons were overwhelmed by enemy fire, but Tosin's platoon was slow to attack.

"It's up to Tosin now."

At this time, a voice came from Catachan's personal communicator. When he connected, it was an unexpected person.

"Soldier of Catachan, I am Sergeant Abrash Gait of the Ascetic Chapter, and I have been ordered to come to your aid."

At the same time, the firepower of the enemy who was shooting frantically suddenly suffocated, and a tall green figure emerged from the depths of the jungle.

When the other party approached, Stryker was stunned, because it was a very Catachan face.

There is a vertical scar on the large square face without a helmet, which is very similar to the claw marks of the Catachan demon, which is well concealed by camouflage painting, and has short and medium hair.

In his hands, he was still holding several **** heads, and some of the heads still had broken spines at the ends.

He looked at Stryker, then nodded, pointed to the right, and made a gesture with a clear meaning.

"attack!"

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At the other end, led by Tosin, the third row carefully rounded a hidden cistern over which a waterfall was cascading down the moss-covered rocks.

Tosin spread the platoon and let the soldiers walk across the pool from both sides.

A soldier stopped and picked up something from the ground and handed it to Tosin.

It's a battery for a laser gun, but it's not Imperial.

"The enemy used to be here."

At the other end of the pool, another soldier stopped and turned his head to look at Tosin.

"Head, do you smell that?"

Tosin frowned.

"This jungle doesn't smell the same as it did in the first place."

Then he scratched his nose like he didn't trust his sense of smell at all.

The lush vegetation in front of him now seems to have become deeper in Toxin's eyes, more and more like the wetland jungle in his hometown.

"As we move on, I have a hunch that what we're looking for is ahead."

The three rows advanced along the stream. After walking for about ten minutes, Tosin, who was behind the low bushes, noticed the situation ahead.

Trees were charred, some were even uprooted, and the ground was littered with corpses.

He moved forward slowly and carefully, carefully observing the corpses along the way.

The dead were fully armed soldiers of Chaos, dressed in black uniforms with interlayers, iron armor at key points, and scary symbols adorned on their helmets.

The symbols gradually dried his eyes, and he stopped looking at the corpse.

There is nothing here other than Chaos Soldiers.

They seemed to be hit to death, but he didn't hear the shelling, which was puzzling.

At this moment, a soldier who was dispersing reconnaissance growled lowly on the communication channel.

"Look what I found!"

Toxin hurried over, and there were some magnificent stone buildings in front of them, they looked very ancient, and more importantly, among those buildings, there was a purple door with an ominous halo.

He immediately realized something, and shouted excitedly at the correspondent:

"Tell the Colonel~www.readwn.com~ we found our target!"

At this moment, a loud noise sounded as if it was far away.

"Fuck boss, don't touch my thigh!"

"Fuck! You put your finger in my nostril!"

I saw the purple door flashing for a while, and then three figures rolled out from the inside in a group, and the fourth one came out normally two seconds later.

Then the man turned sharply, pulled out a pitch-black long knife from his waist, cut off a tentacle sticking out from the door, and threw what looked like a grenade back to the side of the door.

With a roar and bright light, the portal disappeared.

The three people on the ground struggled for a long time before they separated from each other. When they raised their heads, dozens of guns had already surrounded them.

Seeing that the big bald head who had raised the machete was a soldier in an imperial uniform, he resolutely dropped the weapon, raised his hands high, and said with a smile:

"Dude, have you all eaten?"