The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Silence hangs over the deserted church as the howl of the storm is locked out.

Beria stepped in front of the apothecary, his eyes adapting to the changing light, a string of angular luminaries twinkling along the ceiling, the hallway filled with the silent yellow reserved for religious buildings and the cardinal's residence light.

Afterwards, the Deathwing Grand Master smelled the blood and touched the activation stud on the Sword of Silence with his thumb.

"get ready."

The Terminators held up their Storm Bolters and let the scopes feed target data into the helmet-mounted display.

Everyone knows it's best not to question Beria's intuition.

From the reception room, they entered the consolation hall, a long corridor with separate prayer rooms every few meters.

Then the dark angels stopped, as dried blood and flesh covered the metal floor in front of them, paving the way like the carpet of some warp-generated demon prince.

The pharmacist got down on one knee, extended a probe from his medical kit, and used it to scrape off a bloodstain.

As the probe finished analyzing, a line of gene sequences flashed across his monitor.

"Lion."

The pharmacist hit the ground with his fist, and the metal plate cracked.

"This blood belongs to the missing brother."

Bellia clenched her weapon tightly, her pulse began to quicken, and she swallowed hard.

"Emperor, please calm my anger."

Beria silently recited the battle prayer while suppressing the urge to tear open the wall.

"The main church is at the far end."

The pharmacist said as the timing indicator flashed a warning on his display.

"There's still time left-"

"Go ahead behind me."

Belial activated his sword of silence, and the force field attached to the blade stirred the air impatiently without making a sound.

This sword is one of the legendary swords of heaven, and this weapon can only be carried by members of the innermost inner ring of the dark angels.

According to records, its blade was forged from the core of a meteorite, which hit the barbaric world of Albarada and was acquired by the Dark Angels, forging many powerful blades.

The most powerful of them is the Secret Sword, which is carried by Azrael, the High Master of the Chapter, while the Sword of Silence and the Sword of Crow carried by the Lord of Deathwing and Ravenwing are forged with a small amount of meteorite, while the Sword of Silence is forged with a small amount of meteorites. Also one of them, this weapon absorbs surrounding sounds and absorbs them into its blade.

"If anyone shows up, shoot them."

Beria spit out the words from her tightly closed lips, and then put her weight down and bent her knees.

The Apothecary nodded and slammed a new clip into his bolter.

"For Caliban!"

Beria ran, he picked up his pace, the servos in the Terminator hummed, the augmented artificial muscles propelled him forward at breakneck speed, like an engine of ceramic and fury.

A team of Deathwing Terminators followed closely behind him.

"Room 1, confirm! Room 2, confirm!"

The Deathwing Terminators ran and looked left and right, constantly updating Beria, while his armor's optical and audio sensors checked and recorded the heartbeat of each prayer room.

"Number three—"

Suddenly, the laser pierced towards Beria from both sides.

"Enemy attack, five to nine o'clock."

Beria continued to run, ignoring the sporadic firelight from the room.

Most of the shots hit far, and his powerful stride carried him across the opening of the room before the attacker took aim.

Occasionally a few bullets grazed his armor, but it was just a bit of paint torn from his armor, but the resentment at the death of his brother made him angry, and the combination of the sound amplifier of the helmet and the sound effects of the hall amplified his anger, Until it filled the hallway like the roar of some monstrous beast.

"keep going."

Finally, Beria opened fire, his storm bolter rattling in his hand, and the three traitors fell to the ground, their heads blown off their malnourished shoulders.

"Rear security."

They were approaching the last set of prayer rooms, the target overlay lit up with data, tracking the trajectory of three fist-sized things rolling down the hallway in front of him.

"Grenade!"

Bellia bellowed a warning to everyone, and as the device exploded, the pharmacist plunged headlong into the nearest prayer room, dodging the wash of flames and shrapnel billowing from them.

Beria turned a blind eye to him, and while a series of warnings flashed on the retina display, he just blinked to dismiss them—his armor was intact.

In front of him, the traitors fled in a hurry. After all, when the bone-white giant appeared unscathed from the sea of ​​​​fire, they had lost any means and will to resist.

Beria heard a muffled cry and a painful click as the human bone broke beneath his massive body.

Master Deathwing snorted and picked the dead man up by pinching his skull.

"Master Beria?"

The pharmacist's voice crackled in Belial's ear.

"I'm not hurt."

Belial's gloves were stained with blood.

"The road ahead is clear, brother."

"No, there's one left, right there."

Beria threw the traitor's head into the opposite room, and a man screamed, firing reflexively as the head fell.

The Deathwing Grand Master entered the room, letting his armor filter out the smell of feces.

A poor man was holding the laser muzzle in his mouth, his eyes trembling as he looked up at the dark angel.

"Coward! Don't even dare to face death!"

Bellia's roar made the man tremble, and he pulled the trigger reflexively.

Instantly, a laser bullet exploded his skull, coating the wall behind him with overheated brain matter.

The apothecary turned from the corpse and pointed to the arched door of the church.

"We have to know what's behind those doors."

Beria looked at the fusion marks on the church door, and someone had welded them from the outside.

He took a step back, then rammed forward, hitting the weld line with his armored shoulder.

The metal is bent.

Then the Deathwing Master raised his knee ~www.readwn.com~ and kicked it.

The door clicked inwards and opened.

As he entered the room, a row of hanging lights suddenly came on.

"Emperor..."

Under the lights, the remains of the nine dark angels were adorned on the curved walls of the church, held in place by the blades of chainsaws, hanging like the faces of the saints adorning the church in a nightmare version. Their armor was dented and dented from multiple hits and tears, helmets were torn from their armor, their goggles were broken, and their faces were left with dented shells and blood-stained hair .

"Leon, redeem us."

The apothecary fell to one knee, shocked by the desecration of his brother's flesh.

"Blood for blood."

Bellia gritted her teeth and murmured, pulling the ritual blade from the nearest corpse.