The Emperor’s Angel of Death

The body of the dead dark angel fell to the ground with a dull roar, and Beria stared at the deep hole in the church wall, where the blade had passed through the outer rock and into the metal bracket behind.

"It takes a lot of strength to do it, and I'm afraid it can't be done by mortals."

The Apothecary nodded and set his sights on the Chamber of Secrets. The stucco finish of the walls and the artificial bricks were undamaged, and the slate paving the way to the high wooden altar was unblemished, except for a single wrong drop of blood. a black spot.

"They weren't killed here."

The pharmacist stood up.

"There is no sign of a fight, someone brought them here."

The pharmacist struggled to speak, gnashing his teeth in anger.

"After killing them."

"Battlemaster."

On the other side, Belial speaks to Azrael, the hiss of static filling his ears as he waits for a response.

"Emperor, **** this storm."

The Deathwing Grand Master slammed the wall, smashing it into a cloud of ashes.

"Report."

Finally after ten seconds, Azrael's voice sounded.

"We've cleared the church annex."

Beria paused, while another static hissing passed through the voice link.

"Our nine brothers lie here."

"state?"

"Death, all of them."

Beria looked away from the corpse and glared at the Aquila carved on the floor, fists clenched angrily.

"Show me the scene."

Beria activated the helmet's visual feedback, and he turned his head around the room, transmitting what his optical system had recorded to others.

For a long time, the voice link was silent.

"Apothecary, go get what you want, Bellia, and return after recovering the corpse's gene-seed."

Azrael's voice was hoarse with another burst of static.

They had set off for sixteen minutes, and the countdown continued on the edge of the peripheral display. According to the tactical oracle reality, the enemy had begun to clash with the Dark Angels' outposts in the Governor's Quarter.

"Let them come."

Bellia roared and ordered melt bombs to be placed on the beams supporting the ceiling.

The shock was directional, ensuring that the shock wave would travel down the hallway, away from where he and Mikos were.

"Then this, such filth."

While collecting the gene seeds, the pharmacist whispered:

"How is it possible to beat our brothers? Those weaklings can hardly even lift a chainsaw, let alone drive it into a solid rock."

Beria brought the enemy movement to the forefront of the helmet display, along with the passage of time, which ticked slowly and deliberately, like the hard breathing of a dying man.

"The Emperor has pity, may we find the answer."

The seeds were soon recovered by the Apothecary, and the bodies of the fallen warriors were temporarily stored beside the pedestal below the Emperor's Icon, and when the battle was over they would bring their brothers back to Caliban for burial.

Beria came out of the annex of the church and sensitively noticed that the blade of the Sword of Silence was slightly rippling.

It means there is some noise around.

Then he used his eyes to look for suspicious signals around him.

"Be careful, there may be enemies."

"Beria, ignore them, return to my position, within five minutes, the main force will attack us."

Azrael's voice sounded at the right time.

"There is a situation."

Suddenly, a red spot of light flashed on Beria's display screen, and the Deathwing Terminator on the side immediately adjusted the assault guns to the firing speed. When the automatic loader loaded them, multiple gun barrels fired. Metal growls.

"enemy!"

The word roared from the mouth of the Deathwing Grand Master, as the mass of Chaos Space Marines approached from above with their jetpacks, their descent unabated.

"Purge out heretics!"

The barrels of the assault guns and heavy bolters burst into flames, illuminating the sky like miniature starbursts as they fired.

Chaos Space Marines flew directly into the missile, and the first three died in an instant, their armor and flesh ripped apart by the endless piercing bullets.

When the assault guns opened fire, Beria was two-thirds of the way across the yard. He took a risky look up at the sky and saw the red power armor of the enemy. Their breastplates were covered with brass and demons. , growling at him from the darkness.

Crimson Slaughter!

Bellia had a similar guess in his mind for a long time, and only these abominable **** would do such a thing!

A flurry of shells hit the nearest traitor Space Marine, blasting his thrusters into bursts of flames.

Enemy warriors, carried by the previous momentum, turned down to Belial, and the Deathwing Grand Master angrily swung his sword through the ribcage of the wounded Chaos Space Marine, tearing him in half.

He continued to move, and the massive weapon ripped through the body of another enemy, who hit the ground in front of him moments later.

Beria bit her lip, savoring the smell of her own blood, while swooping towards the coming carnage.

Suddenly, a warning rune appeared on his helmet display.

"Plasma!"

The Apothecary's warning came too late, and two plasma weapons burst out, firing two plasma blasts at the Deathwing Grand Master.

Beria stepped back, dodging one shot, but had to get down on one knee when another hit his thigh.

The plasma didn't penetrate his Seiko power armor, but it damaged the transmission structure.

The Grand Master moved on the ground immediately when the bullet hit, and then a bolt hit his shoulder armor and bounced off his helmet, nearly piercing his eyepiece.

Atok fell, his breastplate shattered by a series of explosions, and let down his bolter limply.

"For Caliban!"

Belial took off the storm shield from behind and stood up again.

When the relentless bullet hit the shield, anger drove him onward, the weapons ignored the other Deathwing Terminators, focusing on the immediate threat of Beria, but the guys in those Deathwing hands weren't vegan, heavy bombers, Assault cannons, plasma cannons poured down on the Crimson Slaughter, costing them dearly for their contempt.

In an instant, seven or eight Chaos Space Marines fell.

Atok's armor shattered like glass under the relentless attack, the dead flesh-tearer's head spun over his body, and his legs and arms were mashed to a pulp.

Beria growled and approached the two traitors~www.readwn.com~ raised his pistol and shot the two traitors in the chest.

Their bodies bounced back, spattering the air with blood and guts.

The third stood in his way, and he bumped him aside and slashed the other's head with a sword.

Ahead, a panicked traitor was trying to operate a plasma gun, but due to frequent firing, it overheated and exploded, instantly ripping open the traitor's chest, shattering his sternum, and causing his heart to stop beating.

Beria went straight ahead and saw another traitor with a plasma pistol.

The man fired, the Grand Master dropped his shoulders to avoid the shot, and the plasma bomb burned in the air, melting the wall behind where he had just been.

"I use-"

Beria fired a shot, and before the traitor could finish speaking, his bullet had pierced the opponent's head.

"We have no interest in hearing the name of your heretical god, heresy!"