The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Chapter 1835 Khorne Mad Army

Although he was surrounded by a violent explosion, the traitor was not dead under the protection of the power armor. He gave up the damaged melta gun and rushed out covered in flames, but the rain of heavy explosive shells covered his actions. line, knocking it to the ground quickly.

Seemingly unfazed by the unexpected loss of his comrades, a red pirate gathered the remaining hundred or so rebels around to regroup and rushed to Creed's position, a woman with her automatic rifle fired like crazy.

"Rot in hell, Imperial dogs!"

She screamed and fired desperately, but the bullets were sprayed all around without aim.

"Die, die—"

Then, her words were cut off as a bullet sliced ​​open her waist.

And the red pirate was also covered in smoke and riddled with holes in the intensive firepower, and when he fell down, he let out a beast-like wail—maybe he felt it was a shame to be killed by a mortal, but he couldn't do anything , Facing a mechanized infantry group with heavy firepower, a powerful individual space soldier is also so small.

Creed stared at the bloodied torso, all he could see was the woman's face, twisted with rage and hatred.

More than a dozen Chaos Space Marines did not turn the tide of the battle. In fact, they only blocked the Cadian Eighth Regiment for less than half an hour. Creed stood in the carnage, and a dying red pirate lay at his feet, dirty The dirty warrior's breastplate was ripped open, revealing a mess of flesh and ruined artificial tendons.

Suddenly, the red pirate's hand twitched, as if about to fight a beast, and Creed calmly pointed his bolt pistol at the armored head.

boom!

As the gunfire rang out, Jalan Kell reached his captain and shook his head as he watched the Red Pirate's head shattered by the bomb.

"Space Marine, that's all."

"Because they're not numerous enough and teleported in the wrong place, if—"

Suddenly, a howling sound attracted Creed's attention to the sky.

Five Thunderhawk fighters broke through the smoke, soared among the dense ammunition of the Hydra anti-aircraft guns, and dragged the engines behind them to emit wisps of blue smoke.

The Thunderhawks tried to resist the rust from Chaos and the corrosion of countless ages, and one by one they opened the old cargo bay.

Creed saw a group of red figures falling from the sky at an extremely fast speed. These small red dots falling from the sky symbolized killing, and they fell quickly to the ground without any slowing down.

From years of experience, Creed knew that their coming would be violent.

Apparently, the dozen or so red pirates who teleported here did not intend to die, but to stall for time and wait for the arrival of those truly deadly fighters.

"Blood Sacrifice to the Blood God!!"

This warband has no name—in other words, these berserkers can't imagine the concept of "name". They are the World Eaters and servants of the Blood God. In them, the madness of Khorne is vividly displayed.

Berserkers flock from all corners of the galaxy to be the most dangerous of the Red Corsairs, some drawn by the omens of never-ending battle and carnage on the chaotic world of the Maelstrom, while others join a Warbands capable of supplying the gods they worship with massive skulls, these feared remnants of the Legion, for whatever reason, are among the most vicious and bloodthirsty followers of Khorne in the Maelstrom, seeking nothing more than Shredping cowardly prey in battle and destructive orgies, and earning a formidable reputation for relentless bloodthirsty and wanton rage, even Huron had difficulty restraining them, but also in that they were almost obsessed with power. They don't have any interest, only care about blood and skulls, so the Red Pirates often put these berserkers into the most dangerous battlefields as first-line commandos or temporary firefighting teams.

Those fallen space warriors roared like beasts as soon as they landed, and then moved forward quickly. The huge dark red power armor seemed to be a wave of blood. They came to kill, and the chain axes in their hands buzzed.

Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood!

kill! kill! kill! kill! kill!

Inhuman roars wafted through the air, where the berserkers fully unleashed their desire to kill, their immense rage drove them no longer to obey orders, these once blessed Astartes became the most inhuman creatures.

Their leader is a huge monster. While charging, he shook his head and let out a deafening scream. His body has been integrated with the old Terminator armor, and his mouth is wide open, revealing rows of sharp teeth. Teeth and a long tongue, a large number of eyes dotted in a haphazard manner like spider webs on his head, these eyes can help him sense the activities of the war gang, the right forearm has already been integrated with the chain saw axe, and the left hand is the pair of hands that breathe magic bullets Lianbo bomber, his legs have been twisted, and his knees have undergone a strange mutation, allowing him to run at a speed similar to that of a vehicle with his bulky body.

"Skull Offering Skull Block!!"

It seemed to be the only one in the group of berserkers who could speak fully. After shouting, it fired a burst of double-linked bolters in its hands, and the two Cadian soldiers were collapsed to the side of the Chimera. When the remains of the vehicle slid to the ground, a pair of black smudges were left on the vehicle's hull.

Cadian soldiers on the front lines immediately pointed their lasguns at the insanely large beast, but it reacted with supernatural speed, roaring into the crowd as the chainaxes slashed down.

There was a buzzing sound, and with a brief scream, a soldier's torso split open, blood spraying the berserker leader.

Blood! The Blood God thirsts for more blood!

His sanity was extinguished like a candle, and he began to slash with instinctive anger, and soon there were corpses all around him, and he ignored the bullets and even shells that struck his armor, and the slight pain he aroused would make him quickly Change the object of attack.

"How can I rely on these **** to be so tough? Even heavy bombs can't beat it!"

Jalan Kyle let out a cry of surprise while shooting. These monsters with red mist on their bodies could not only eat bullets, even if the shells were not directly hit, they would still get up alive, and the blood covering them seemed to have Some kind of magic, flame-breathing weapons do not ignite at all.

And with the killing, they became faster, more violent, and harder, and some even broke their hands and feet, and they would immediately grow twisted and mutated limbs.

What's more, with their killing and dedication, some obvious subspace mutations began to appear on the battlefield. For example, those Hive City rebels who looked extremely weak before also became crazy, with red eyes and **** skin. The teeth became sharper, and the blood pooled on the ground began to squirm, as if something wanted to break through the curtain of reality. (As the saying goes: if the firepower is not enough, worship God to make it up, if you have technology, I have magic skills)

"Don't fight recklessly! Organize the firepower! Organize the firepower!"

Creed realized how difficult these ghost things are ~www.readwn.com~ and immediately changed the order.

"We need to apply for space fighter support here!"

The correspondent immediately reminded him.

"Regimental Commander, news came from above an hour ago that space fighters have been deployed on all fronts, and there are no extra troops on the track for the time being, so no request for support from space fighters will be accepted for at least three hours!"

"My mother—"

Before Creed could swear, he had to leave his position—

Because a Khorne believer jumped in front of him wielding an ax with a strong smell of blood, and the chain saw ax in his hand slashed at the head of the Cadian Eighth Regiment.

Today is New Year's Eve, I don't know how everyone will spend this New Year's Eve? Whether you are with your family or in another place, you must have a good meal. No matter what you do all year round, you have to reward yourself for a day, right?

(end of this chapter)