The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"Ugh—!"

The traitors screamed and died, the flesh on the bones was torn apart and thrown into the air by the disintegration field.

Azrael drew his weapon and crippled another traitor while defending himself.

A scarred traitor screamed at him and lunged at him with a bayonet, and the Supreme Master avoided the attack and slapped the opponent in the face with a backhand, smashing the skull, and splattering teeth even pierced another. The face of a bumbling fighter fumbling for the activating spikes of a stun hammer.

The traitor cried out in pain, dropped his weapon, and covered his tattered face.

Azrael clamped the man's head in his hands and squeezed so hard that it crushed his skull.

"Coward, repent."

He growled, throwing his twitching body among the fleeing traitors.

There were five more muzzle flashes blinking at Azrael from behind the barricade, and the gunshots of disoriented traitors, and he saw the closest of them.

The Watcher of Truth crossed the barricade and slammed onto a blood-soaked traitor, his ribs cracked and crunched to the guts under the impact.

Azrael pressed his knee against the other's face, pressing the traitor's skull to the deck.

When he got up, he went straight through the barricade, slashing his sword into the charred supply box, then reversed the motion and gutted the traitor who was hiding behind cover.

Blood and guts splattered on his helmet, and his vision sensors adjusted to allow him to see through the flesh.

To his right, a skinny traitor turned and ran, and Azrael threw a dagger.

The blade pierced the traitor's back and pierced his chest, and the man leaned forward as the blade hit the floor.

Azrael turned to see Belial punching a screaming man in the chest, then stomping on another man's head with his boot, stomping it into mud.

"Front."

The Dark Angels progressed smoothly, and it only took them ten minutes to cross the passage and enter the once core of Attica's hive.

In order to be able to control the area, Azrael divided the team into three parts, one led by him, one led by Belial, and the last led by Sappho.

Now the core of the former hive has become a huge labyrinth of ruins. The Dark Angel's goal is also very simple. Although it has undergone huge changes, the basic structure of the Governor's District has not changed. All roads lead to only three places. .

Governor's Office Building, Astral Whisperer's Hall and Mechanic Temple.

As long as they control three places, no matter which direction the enemy comes from, they must meet the dark angels who are on guard. They are equivalent to inserting a knife in the enemy's heart.

All went well at first, until Azrael got a message from Belial after taking control of the Governor's office.

"A squad is missing?"

Azrael bent down and looked at the body of the fallen angel. There was a large hole in the charred breastplate of the fallen Space Marine. The flesh around the wound seemed to merge with the armor, and black stains rolled out from the wound. , like a web.

"Hot melt weapons or hybrid high explosives."

The chief pharmacist spoke into the data logger on his helmet, recording his findings.

"The high penetration indicates a close-range explosion."

A probe was then extended from the pharmacist and stabbed into the wound.

At this time, a brother of Seven, as the probe analyzed the angel's blood, lines of biometrics and biometric data scrolled on the pharmacist's helmet-mounted display.

There are also traces of other human flesh on it, fused with the power armor, it is obvious that a traitor sacrificed his life to bury the crime.

"The Supreme Teacher, I have to recover the gene seeds now."

"Of course, brother."

The pharmacist lowered his head.

"Emperor, the duty of a loyal servant has come to an end, please grant him peace."

He made an Aquila sign on his breastplate, the most important and heaviest of all the duties a pharmacist had to perform.

Only in death does duty end, and this axiom may apply to a soldier or nun of the Imperial Guard, but not to the son of an angel.

In death, the Space Marine has one more thing to give, and that is that the gene-seed implanted in him must return to the Chapter, ready to be received by the next generation of aspirants.

It is only by harvesting the glands that the Angels can continue to survive, and without the precious gene-seed, they will not be able to stand against the enemies of the Emperor.

The apothecary stretched out his extractor and stabbed the bladed tube into the neck of the fallen, and as the end closed around the first gonad, a wave of energy rippled along the length of the blade, accompanied by a damp hissing sound, The gland is sucked into the tube through the blade.

A green icon flashes in the corner of the pharmacist's helmet-mounted display, indicating that the gland has been safely recovered and frozen for shipment to the gene bank.

Then he activated his bone drill, as the second gland would be harder to reach.

"What the **** is going on, Bella?"

The grille mouthpiece on Azrael's helmet barely filtered out the annoyance in his tone.

They stood in the embers of the battlefield, the dismembered corpses of traitors strewn on the floor like madman's graffiti.

"A tactical team lost contact while heading to reconnaissance D12 area and when we found them there was only one body."

"Where are the other bodies?"

"what?"

"A squad has ten brothers and we only found one. Where are the others? They must be somewhere."

"It's strange, Grand Master, but we're running out of time."

Sappho turned to the monitor.

"The enemy is advancing from all directions, their vanguard will be in contact with us in eighteen minutes, we are too deep, there is no friendly cover around."

"Then we have to hurry, we have to find them, we have to retrieve their gene seeds and mourn their deaths."

"What if their remains are not here? What if they have been carried away from here like ashes by a raging storm?"

Azrael's tone was non-negotiable.

"Then we'll mourn their loss and the loss of their genes, but we're going to check around first and we have to be sure."

Ezekiel, the director of the Chapter Think Tank, stood beside the corpse for a while, and then silently opened a holographic map. After a short sleeve, he said hoarsely:

"Here, it is only more than 600 meters away from the Governor's District, the ruins of the cathedral in Attica, I think they should be there."

Azrael watched it for a while~www.readwn.com~ Then the interrogation priest said:

"A trap."

"If we leave the Governor's Quarter, the enemy will choose to fight us here."

Sappho pointed to the hologram of the compound spinning in the air between him and the think tank curator.

"I think here's a more likely target."

Azrael studied the hologram and admitted that the Priest was right that if there were enough troops, attacking the broad avenues along the main corridor would be suicide.

But if you leave this area, then the situation will be different.

Will this be a trap?

"I'll take someone to see it."

Finally, Beria firmly said this sentence.

"If they're there, it's up to me to bring them back, life or death."