The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Tossed away, Azrael felt the pain burn through him, as if a molten needle had pierced his marrow.

The Supreme Instructor wanted to stand up, but found that he could not move, his limbs were fixed on the ground, and he was trapped by a huge invisible weight.

Flakes of hoarfrost covered his armor, suffocating the air around him as they cracked and reassembled and spewed a stench of sulphur.

But he also saw the attacker.

"......wizard!"

Gar Mozejie tore off his robe, revealing his severely mutated body, and waved to Azrael with a smile.

"It's a pity that I can't kill Soshyan, but if I can kill the Guardian of Truth, it seems not bad... Ah, I forgot to tell you that your think tank curator is talking to my friend, a wise man Master Qianzi is entangled, he should not be able to save you now."

Azrael gritted his teeth, but his limbs seemed to be tied to the ground, and the surrounding dark angels were surrounded by heavy siege, and it was difficult for him to help him for a while.

Just as Kranon was walking towards Azrael with a smile and wielding his axe, a dense rain of bullets suddenly shot from behind him, staggering the leader of the Crimson Slaughter.

"Who!"

Feeling a sharp pain behind him, Kranon instinctively rolled in place, dodging the bullets.

And Gar Mozejie also raised his head.

"Rats who hide their heads and show their tails! Get out!"

A bolt of lightning flashed through his hand, but it was cut in mid-air by a long sword wrapped in thick cloth.

"Ah, it's you again!"

Gar Mozejie screamed, and saw a towering figure fall in the darkness, the same black flame pattern armor, but this one was more gorgeous than the two he had seen before, the helmet was a golden green eyed The male lion, the shoulders on both sides are carved into the claws of the male lion.

Most of his body is covered by a pale green cloak, and behind him is a long sword visible to the naked eye.

As soon as he landed, the mysterious man raised his hands and saw a uniquely shaped pistol in each hand, shooting frantically at Gar Mozejie.

"Damn!"

Gar Mozejie turned to hide, and used his psionic energy to grab two nearby Chaos Space Marines as his meat shields.

The bullets hit the howling heretics, causing them to explode.

Azrael, who was on the side, also regained control of his body and stood up from the ground, but his eyes were no longer on Kranon, but staring at the mysterious figure.

"Can't be wrong.... can't be wrong! It must be him! It's him!"

"heresy!"

Suddenly, a familiar roar sounded not far away, Azrael turned his head and saw a familiar figure.

Bella is back!

And it's not just Deathwing. Behind the tall figure of the Terminator, there are a lot of shadowy shadows.

It was a row of respirator masks and pointed helmets that represented death.

The Krieg regiment also joined the fight.

It turned out that after being unable to contact the Dark Angel, Soshyan immediately judged that the Black Legion had probably mobilized the main force to attack this isolated chapter, so he immediately mobilized all the surrounding imperial armed forces, and the closest was the Krieg regiment.

They rushed to the battlefield at an unbelievable speed, and forcibly opened a breakthrough before the Black Legion encircled the front line, merged with the Ravenwings on the outer front line, and entered the core area of ​​Attica.

Although the Kriegs paid a huge price in the process, their participation completely ruined the Black Legion's plan to besiege the Dark Angels.

But what really made the Black Legion retreat was another reason.

"what?"

Gar Mozejie, who was helping Kranon against the mysterious man, suddenly received two bad news from the communicator.

"The rift was closed by the Grey Knights? They have entered the underground temple? The Warmaster's team was also stopped by someone? Who is it? I don't know?"

Realizing that the situation was taking a turn for the worse, his choice was also very decisive.

"Kranon, it's time to withdraw, the reinforcements of the war commander will not come?"

Kranon dodged the mysterious man's two shots with difficulty, and then quickly let some of his men go down to resist. He paused after hearing what Gar Mozejie said, and didn't ask any more questions, he immediately greeted:

"withdraw!"

When the Chaos side began to retreat, Azrael was not in the mood to hunt down the other side at all, and his attention was now on the mysterious man.

"Don't run!!"

The man also chose to flee in one direction after confronting Kranon for a few tricks, while the Dark Angel Supreme Master followed the other's figure all the way to an unfamiliar area.

"Traitor! I know it's you!"

He was still growling as he walked up the stairs, before he found himself in the Governor's private chapel.

It is relatively well preserved here, but it is pitch black.

"What are you looking for?"

Suddenly, a man's voice sounded in the darkness. He spoke very slowly, like a man shrouded in grief.

Azrael clenched his sword, the armor scarred, dented and ripped from the latest conflict.

But he didn't care about his physical condition, he roared, and quickened his pace. The heartbeat in his chest rose rapidly. This was a mixed call of excitement and violence, which made his muscles congested and his blood vessels burned.

"I thought you should at least know how to at least end a conflict before starting a conflict."

Not far away, a tall figure stood and said, he was almost invisible in the darkness, the haze clinging to him like a second skin.

"Don't make things worse with your hypocritical language."

Azrael's voice was like the roar of an arena beast, pacing the last few steps.

"I'm your senior, Azrael, and I've told you before to pay attention to your tone."

"And I told you before, Cypher."

Azrael moved his footsteps and approached the figure.

"I will treat you traitors the way I choose."

He whispered in a voice like sand scraping on meat.

"As long as I'm alive, don't try to escape judgment."

The man raised his head, and his face shaped like a lion was as cold and calm as a grave.

"Who should be tried? Who should be held responsible? It's not up to you to decide."

He took a step towards Azrael~www.readwn.com~ The emerald green lion eyes on his helmet stared at the Space Marine who was slightly shorter than him.

"Never forget, you are alive because of my shot."

Azrael gritted his teeth, resisting the urge to thrust his sword into the opponent's chest.

"Azrael, you consider yourself different from us, for all this darkness..."

The mysterious man made a gesture.

"I admire all the performances you use to hide your true nature, but you are still a dark angel, and no one in the common blood can escape this guilt, not even you, if I am guilty, then you also have."

Azrael gritted his teeth.

"I am the Emperor's loyal warrior—"

"No!"

The man suddenly roared like a lion, approaching Azrael in the blink of an eye like a stabbing blade.