The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"you--"

The opponent's sudden approach made Azrael involuntarily take a step back, and then the opponent's low roar rushed towards the door.

"Boy! You don't understand anything! You have never walked with him! You have never witnessed him looking down from above and sneering arrogantly and indifferently!"

Azrael's face twitched, and ripples of anger ran across his face.

"I've heard enough of your madness, and if I go on, I swear, I will kill you."

"You think so, Azrael?"

The man laughed, but his voice became even colder.

"Do you think it is justice and honor to kill a brother of your own blood?"

"All I have to do is protect our honor!"

Azrael's eyes became as sharp as polished steel.

"We can't let the Chapter, and even the glory of the Legion, be destroyed in one fell swoop! This is my responsibility!"

"Do you really know what responsibility is?"

"This is!"

Suddenly, Azrael slammed his elbow into the man's chest, pushing his body backward.

He took advantage of this momentum, grabbed the opponent's shoulder armor with his left hand, and hammered a series of hammers on the lion's helmet with his right hand.

The other party's response was also very quick, with his waist straight, he jumped forward, hugged Azrael's head with both hands, and then slammed the Supreme Master head down to the ground.

"With all your strength, with all your anger, and with all your will to fight, you cannot defeat me!"

The other party just gave him this, and walked away roaring.

Azrael tried his best to stay awake, but he knew that the other party was right. Just this blow made him feel like he was hit by a thunderbolt.

But he braced his knees and tried to stand up.

"I'm not trying to beat you—"

Blood and teeth spilled out of Azrael's mouth as he spoke.

"Just to tell you!"

He stood up and wiped his lips with one hand.

"Cypher! You ruined Caliban! You ruined the First Legion!"

After that, Azrael roared towards the man, wrapping his arms around him.

In the process, he suffered three heavier attacks with one hit, but he persevered even as his armor began to bend and crack. Even had to stick his head against the opponent's breastplate.

The two struggled, then rolled off the minaret of the church.

Two angels fell at the same time.

They smashed to the ground like rocks from the sky, smashing the thick wooden floor to pieces, throwing sharp fragments into the air like shrapnel from grenades.

But in the end, Azrael did not capture the other party, but his face was bruised.

"I don't have time to mess with you anymore."

The mysterious man staggered to his feet and started walking towards the exit.

"Don't go!"

Azrael growled, slamming his fist on the ground, then propped himself up on his foot.

Blood came out of his nose and pooled around his eyes.

"Cypher! Stop for me!"

He clenched his angry teeth together and forced the words out.

"Do what you have to do, and if you really want to know something, go to Soshyan."

The other party dropped this sentence and walked into the darkness.

Azrael gasped for more than ten seconds, and then stood up with difficulty. He looked at the deep darkness where the other party disappeared, and frowned.

"Soshyan...Soshyan? Why him?"

Just as the battlefield in Attica was unpredictable, another group of people was also working **** an arid plateau thousands of kilometers away.

It used to be a colonizer's fortress, but it was abandoned a thousand years ago, and you won't find any information about it even on the map of the nebula.

But a week ago, it welcomed a team of 100 people.

The leader of the team was Inquisitor Lennart Meyers.

He is now standing in the center of the ancient fortress, on the edge of a huge pit.

Below the colonist's residence is a large stone structure containing a mound that appears to be the pinnacle of a dome beneath the building, which appears to be made of the same stone as the structure at the center of the anomaly.

But nearby pillars remain unidentified, neither man-made nor man-made, and even so, the structure of the subterranean cave has a disturbingly seamless texture.

Lennart Meyers sees no seams, no mortar, and no suggestion that the building wasn't carved from a single black piece of rock.

It is as if the entire cut plane has taken on this shape and was then buried by the passage of thousands of years, and a similar structure can be seen in the second subsidence.

Melissa, who was standing beside the judge, said carefully:

"If this is something under two mounds..."

"Yes."

The Inquisitor answered first, then slowly turned around:

"Are the other mounds the same?"

"Yes."

Now he realized that the four mounds were so evenly spaced that the diagonal lines connecting them would meet in the center of the plateau.

"Why, didn't it sink in the other two places? It just happened where the colonists built their houses."

An archaeological consultant whispered:

"There must be a connection, we haven't found it yet."

The Inquisitor came to the edge of the cave again.

"We expose the truth and go straight to the heart of the lie."

The Inquisitor then ordered that the entire extent of the subterranean structure be revealed.

Since the operation was carrying quite a bit of machinery, work progressed quickly, and his faith was shaken, with dozens of workers digging the edge of the second pothole.

Each blow dragged the rock formations down into the darkness, with pebbles and clods hitting the surface of the black structure.

Although its mystery has also deepened, more time has been visible and the scale of the building has become more apparent.

Others may not feel it, but Melissa the Psyker's faith is being shaken by the mysteries of the structure.

When exposed to light, it mocks reason, the façade is a pile of ornate sculptures with little artistic character of representation, and the twisted lines and bulges of the stonework are an abstract language of terrifying majesty.

When Melissa looked directly at the carving, she saw the power condensed in the stone, and the stone was about to explode with power.

She couldn't stare too long, the designs hurt her mind, they tried to strangle her eyes.

But when she avoided staring, the torture changed its nature, forcing her peripheral vision to maintain a rising movement.

She tried to remind herself that there would be no movement, that movement was a mockery, a lie.

The fear grew stronger and stronger, and the next time she looked at it, the stone began to wriggle.

"Sir~www.readwn.com~ I feel that there may be some-"

"You look terrified."

Melissa raised her head and turned around. The Inquisitor stood behind her. Although the other party had a smile on his face, he could still feel the stern scrutiny in his eyes.

"Yes, my lord."

"You shouldn't, you should have confidence in your colleagues. No heretical force can stand before us."

"I know."

Lennart Meyers looked up.

"My words don't make you relax, do they?"

"Sorry, my lord, I'll try to relax."

"That's good."

For some reason, she felt that there was something deeper hidden in the Inquisitor's smile—