The Emperor’s Angel of Death

The ashes flew from his hands to the distant horizon, and he watched it blowing in the wind, and his mind could feel every particle of it, and could taste its taste.

He could hear the dead from the touch of ashes.

For a moment, he felt a voice that seemed familiar, but in an instant it turned into the soft thump of dust hitting the armor.

Here is the Patriarch, a world almost forgotten, where the sky is on fire and the wind blows with quivering - it is wrapped in the whispers of hunger and thirst.

He stood, waiting, watching the dust blowing in the wind.

His name is Azek Ahriman, the president of the Black Raven Society of the Thousand Sons, the son of Magnus the Scarlet King, and the destroyer of the Legion.

Prospero, Wolf, Wizard Star, Scarlet Letter—

Memories fade away as the dust fades away, disappearing at the end of the field of vision.

Ahriman took a breath, he could still smell the blood in the distance, and the dust flew from his hands.

"The curse still binds us."

He muttered to himself, looking down from the wound in the sky.

Flames danced between the heavens and the earth, the ruins spread all over the four fields, the sound of guns and guns in the distance was incessant, and waves of explosions blackened the ground. That was the news that the empire was besieging Abaddon.

He had seen the scenes of war many times, and the results were always the same.

Abaddon wants to continue his meaningless long battle, so let him continue to entangle with the decaying empire, this war is actually meaningless.

Ahriman closed his eyes, saw Magnus' face again, and felt the roar of the warp.

exile--

That was the last word his father uttered, and it fell with him into the warp.

Day after day, year after year, he passed through countless bizarre worlds, got along with many strange people, and even became a mercenary, but the word was always with him, explaining a fact.

The scarlet letter failed—

He failed.

Pride, the last original sin of human nature, fell upon him, as always.

exile.

The word became clear and vivid in Ahriman's mind. He looked down at his palm, and the dust had already flowed.

He failed, a sinner, watching the things once cherished turn to dust, living in the yoke of arrogance.

Then he looked up.

Memories fade, hope disappear in the last touch of red.

He is still in exile, an exile, but no longer haunted by the baggage of his past.

If the scarlet letter is caused by him, then he will also make up for it. If the gods of the subspace do not give him redemption, then he will pursue the gods of the entity and obtain the power to change everything from them.

Madair, the outsiders are just a starting point, the Astral Knight and Soshyan will be more important factors.

The red afterglow scatters on the dust scattered in the air. Ahriman sees the future through the dust trail. Countless possibilities and unborn fates swirl before his eyes. Each one is a real one, or one that still needs to be conceived. universe.

He saw what was in the past, how it would end, and hope.

Redemption will come.

Ahriman lowered his hand, looked at the flying dust with his mind, and turned around, many eyes behind him gleaming on his visor.

They were waiting, silent, watching.

"Come on, my brothers, it's time."

Ahriman summoned his scepter, and the one eye on his helmet shone brightly.

"Retrieve our lost destiny."

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"who are you!"

Knowing that the target he needed was blown up, Stryker was very annoyed for the first time, but when he learned that several people ran out from the door, he suddenly became curious.

So he decided to personally interrogate these sneaky guys of unknown origin.

A guy with a strong body and a big bald head, carrying a gun and several knives on his body. According to Stryker's many years of marching experience, he has a big head and a thick neck. He is either an officer or a cook.

A guy with a relatively thin body, but he also looked like a tendon. He was wearing black clothes and black pants, black ink, and he looked like he couldn't pull it. He also had a long knife in his arms.

A guy, wearing heavy protective clothing and a gas mask on his head, wrapped tightly, not only can't see his face, he can't even see his skin, but his physique is really not small, and he has a strong aura. The smell of oil and toilet cleaner make it hard not to associate it with the toilet.

The last guy looks the most wretched, but also the most normal person.

The four of them were surrounded by Catachan soldiers, all their weapons were thrown on the ground, only the guy holding the knife.

It's not that they didn't intend to disarm him, but those who tried are now lying on the ground, of course the Catachan can also be dealt with with guns, but it's too shameful, so out of respect for the strong, they didn't disarm Sinrata armed.

"We just came out to scavenge, picking up trash."

Rozim said to Stryker sincerely:

"As a result, I accidentally went to the wrong place."

"A scavenger? Your level of lying is not as good as the greenskin! The ghost believes that picking up garbage can pick up a warp portal! Say! Are you heresy spies!"

"No! No! Master Jun! I am definitely not!"

Rozim quickly waved his hand and explained:

"We are the good people of the empire! Great good people!"

"Good people?"

Stryker carefully looked at Rozim, who looked like a robber with a pistol in his hand, and shook his head.

"I'm not going to tell you about this. The judge has the final say. Why don't you explain it to him."

"Ah, this-"

At this moment, Sinlata suddenly moved and pulled out the knife in his arms. The black blade had a strange light green fluorescence.

When he moved like this, the other Catachan soldiers also moved and raised their guns.

Rozim was startled, and quickly said to Sinrata:

"Don't get excited, what are you doing with the knife?"

Before he finished speaking, the world suddenly changed color!

The sky above the jungle began to become twisted, and thunder began to explode, and countless dazzling lightning bolts fell from the sky.

The trees were blown to pieces in this lightning and thunder, and many buildings hidden in the jungle were also affected. A wooden house was struck by lightning and turned into a fireball in an instant~www.readwn.com~ When everyone was stunned, a sudden downpour took away the heat from the ground and unfolded a cold high wall.

The violent rain smashed the huge and dense leaves on the canopy, smashed the moss on the ground, and even smashed the originally cracked trunk, and the river was flooded with blood-red floods.

In the cold and heavy rain, the soldiers prayed and ducked, even the communication channel was cut off, and they could see less than one meter around.

"Damn it! What happened!"

The four Rozim hid under a collapsed stone house for the first time, and they were stunned when they saw the blood outside.

"What kind of storm is this?"

Hank Evans yelled.

"Where did it come from?"

Sinrata lowered his head and said something.

"It's coming..."

"Who?"

"The owner of the Hellfire Stone."

Then, in the dense rain, fist-sized hail also fell from the sky.

The hail almost shattered the bones of the soldiers. Seeing that the mud was spreading to his knees, Stryker could only temporarily put down the four and lead the team to retreat to the heights of the foothills.

"Go right now!"

Cinlata suddenly let out a low roar and rushed out of the rainstorm first.

Although the other three did not know what happened, their experience along the way told them that it was right to follow this person, so they also rushed into the rainstorm.

Within a radius of 60 kilometers above Attica, the city was already covered with black clouds, lightning and thunder, and the wind howled.

The power of the storm was so powerful that not even the array of contemplators at the planetary orbiting station could calculate its magnetic field distribution or remove its violent signal jamming.

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