The Emperor’s Angel of Death

After all, he has left his hometown and his future is unknown. Although he has various promises, he is always uncertain.

If you are uncertain, you will feel insecure, and it is understandable that the people are nervous, Randall, so he handles these things with the utmost tolerance, and often comes out to comfort them in person.

Often people see the appearance of the Astartes chapter leader, and their emotions will quickly stabilize. Only one or two times it develops to the point where it needs to be suppressed, but Randall will try to reduce bloodshed and casualties as much as possible.

This time, it seemed to him the same as before.

Soon, Randall, who was ready, took the snow lotus blade, which is the symbol of the chapter leader, and took a Thunderhawk to go to the Black Bee with ten veterans of the company, while the fleet continued to sail.

The entire fleet has a total of 31 transport ships of different sizes and 12 **** battleships, of which 3 main ships headed by the Heart of Light are deployed in front of the fleet, the other 5 are placed up and down from the fleet, and 2 One was placed at the rear of the fleet to take care of stragglers or rescue damaged ships, and two others were on stray alert missions about 350 kilometers away from the fleet.

Therefore, it did not take much time to travel from the Heart of Light to the transport fleet, and Randall even entered the Black Bee 2 minutes earlier.

As soon as he stepped out of the Thunder Eagle and entered the flight deck, Randall realized that the atmosphere was not right. Not only was there no one around, but there were many damaged servitors on the ground.

"Has the situation escalated?"

Randall then tried to radio the bridge, but returned only a murmur of words.

"... Chapter Master... Urgent... Chaos..."

He frowned slightly, and after thinking for a while, he decided to go to the bridge to understand the situation first.

So the team began to move towards the bridge, and along the way Randall saw a lot of panicked people, they all seemed to be terrified, and they ran away when they saw them, although it was like asking them what happened, but Randall did not stop.

The flight deck was not far from the bridge, and Randall soon came to the entrance of the bridge. At this time, not only was the gate closed, but there was blood all around, and smoke was still coming from the muzzle of the automatic turret near the gate.

Randall smelled the pungent blood and was a little annoyed. He concluded that the captain must have used force out of control, causing the riot to turn into a riot.

Maybe it's time for him to change to a captain.

At this moment, the bridge door opened, Randall stepped onto the bridge with ten veterans, and at a glance saw the trembling captain guarded by several bodyguards.

"Sir, you came just in time! Just-"

"Didn't I say lethal force is prohibited!"

Randall interrupted him with a loud yell.

"But what have you done!"

"My lord, listen to my explanation! A group of cultists has appeared among the residents! They confuse the people against the Emperor! And they have summoned demons!"

"Um!?"

Hearing this, Randall suddenly became alert, but he turned and sounded that he did not feel any Warp aura when he walked in front of the gate - the implanter of the gray marrow would not fail to find the trace of the devil.

"Are you sure it was the demon that attacked the bridge just now?"

"Without a doubt, my lord!"

Just as Randall was about to interrogate him carefully, there was a sudden crash from the closed bridge gate, and the captain's shoulders immediately trembled.

"Sir, they are here again!"

In an instant, all Astartes entered a state of alert, their weapons were aimed at the door that was constantly being hit, and Randall slowly drew out the snow lotus blade.

But for some reason, he still couldn't feel the aura of the warp.

It's a little unusual—

Suddenly, a strange feeling came from behind him, this was the unmistakable demonic breath, and Randall responded within half a second.

He turned around, the snow lotus blade flashed like a streamer, and the gun muzzle was aimed at the back of the captain who had not had time to pull the trigger. He could see clearly, the captain's eyes had become pitch black—

"This is a trap! Be careful everyone!"

The next moment, everyone on the bridge launched an attack on the Space Marines, all kinds of firearms fired at the same time, and the Space Marines quickly formed a circle, protecting Randall in the middle.

At the moment when the gunshots rang out, a laser shot blasted off Randall's helmet, causing him to turn his head sideways, and then another laser hit the right side. The shoulder armor, the third and fourth rounds are brushed from the left and right sides.

In response, the Space Marines' bolt guns continued to let out dull growls, and one bolt after another ripped apart those fragile and frantic bodies.

Randall did not participate in the counterattack. He was thinking fast. Obviously, this was a long-planned ambush. The enemy was so bold to launch a conspiracy in the center of the entire fleet. His courage and strategy were quite amazing, and what was even more terrifying was that the enemy had Was it lurking on the boat from the start, or sneaking in in the middle?

But the most important thing now is to contact the flagship quickly. Randall turned on the remote communication, but found that it had been interfered. So his eyes turned to the communication station on the bridge.

"Move to 6 o'clock, alternate screens."

Under Randall's calm command, the soldiers dispersed and began to run towards the communication station.

If it is just a mortal rebellion, Randall is not too worried, but he has a faint feeling in his heart that this matter is probably not just as simple as a mortal cult—

Soon, the communication station was in sight, and the insurgent communication officer had been shot and killed by bombs, and the residual body was exuding residual heat on the chair.

Just as Randall was about to step forward to operate, he vaguely heard a slight ticking sound, and some instinct made him immediately shout:

"Get out of the way!"

The next moment, the communication station burst open from the inside.

The strong shock wave lifted Randall to the other side of the bridge. Although the servo system absorbed most of the shock, the force of the fall still left a dent on the metal ground, and a drizzle of metal splashed with it. .

Suddenly, he heard screams, and through the cracked eyepieces, figures seemed to be swimming and laughing in the smoke.

As he got up from the ground, he saw rows of fangs solidified in the porch, claws and demonic faces frozen on the walls, making the bone-spurs and flesh-and-blood bridge seem like the belly of some hellish beast.

At that moment, Randall already felt something else taking over the ship, a blasphemous heart beating in the cabin, foul-smelling pus oozing from the deck, and even the metal cracked and spasmed under the painful transformation.

The flesh and blood of the slain mortals gradually merged, unreal energy swept through the air like a plague, the demons who had been shut out also embedded their claws in the door, while the pipes in the ceiling burst one by one, steam, filth, Eerie, erratic beings fill the bridge, their screams and laughter so real.