The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"Don't panic! Fire! Aim for the sky!"

Gonzalo saw a Night Lord gliding low through the crowd, his clawed feet skimming over heads, his helmet carved into a snarling skull face, eyes blazing with cold fire.

The harsh growls turned to whispers as he swept through the crowd.

"Scream...we are here for you..."

The Deathwatch responded immediately.

"For the Emperor!"

Their bolters fired furiously as the Night Raptors rose swiftly, circling for cover, taunting and torturing, killing only those who fled.

"Damn cowardly **** come down if you can!"

Cursing, Dontaye fired his bolter at the shadows as they flitted across the sky, and swung his battleaxe.

Suddenly, all the searchlights on the square exploded, followed by a thick shadow, and the visibility instantly dropped to less than five meters.

[In view of the general environment,

"Um!?"

Before Dontaye heard the roar of the thrusters, his instincts gave him enough warning, and he immediately snarled and dodged to the side, and then a clawed foot hit his shoulder plate squarely.

The enemy swooped down with great force and knocked down the wolf. He slammed into the steps of the governor's mansion, and the three panicked militiamen were immediately crushed into flesh by the heavy space fighters, and even the concrete floor was cracked.

But Dontaye no longer cared about the meat and bones under his body and his body, he rolled aside instinctively, his sharp claws tore at his previous position, splitting the floor.

The Space Wolves rose to their feet with lightning speed and swung their ax at the foe, who dodged, and then the bolter in the talons fired suddenly, tearing his chest open.

Dontaye turned sideways and took the blow with his shoulder armor, which cocked but thwarted his attack, and the Raptor immediately ignited the pack and charged at him, knocking off his bolter, knocking it out of the way. Grabbed it and dropped it, and put one foot on his chest and the other on his hand holding the axe, pinning him to the ground.

"Your carrion false emperor is a lie..."

The voice of loathing floated hoarsely from the **** skull and jaws, and the saliva even dripped onto the armor of the Deathwatch.

"The fool is always blind to the truth!"

"Die you heretic!"

Before the sharp claws were cut off, the wild wolf roared and raised its empty arm upwards.

A defuzed grenade flew to an altitude of 20 meters, and then exploded as soon as the raptor reacted. The explosive force and shock wave pushed the two of them away instantly.

Dontaye gritted his teeth, his body slid along the rocky concrete in a burst of sparks, and the abused power armor made a sharp friction sound.

Every breath tore through his chest like a burst of shattered glass as he scrambled to his feet with the ax in hand, but he leapt up with his arms raised and roaring.

The raptor was igniting the pack and trying to lift off, but the tomahawk slammed into his back, dragging him straight back to the ground.

The two began to tumble and wrestle, Coyote crushing his opponent's jaw with a headbutt, and his opponent's claws ripping a deep **** across his left cheek.

But in the end, the wild wolf's tomahawk tore open the opponent's throat, and blood sprayed more than ten meters into the air. The raptor's body only trembled for a few seconds, and stopped making any movements.

When he stood up, he was almost as tattered and **** as the thing he had killed.

"Guys, I—"

When the wild wolf was just trying to find his comrades, the shadow suddenly disappeared, as if the whole world had turned white.

In the next second, the ground under his feet was torn apart like paper, and crumpled into a ball in sharp steel hands, followed by a wave of excruciating pain.

Pain filled the entire universe, countless banshee-like screams overwhelmed his senses, the warp slowly entered the physical universe like a falling blade, all light that ever existed was sucked dry, and all reality was swallowed up

and burned.

"What-"

Dontaye fell to his knees, when he raised his head with difficulty,

A monstrous creature stood on the crumbling roof of the Governor's Mansion, its tattered leather wings folded together, its body shifting between solidity and nothingness, its eyes as if on fire, releasing smoke and ashes.

Suddenly, the shadow changed and became a twisted and tightened steel flesh filled with evil runes. In every dimension, there seemed to be different faces, and then those faces disappeared in an instant, turning into smoke, As if uncomfortable with the entity—when it opened its mouth, immaterial energy burned in its throat, and this energy emitted not light but shadow.

All around it was smoke, like the steam of a forge, and spikes of shadow protruded from its spine, and when it breathed, the light and shadow flickered, as if to announce that the eternal night had risen, and the light never come.

That is not true.

It's unreal again.

But that's what it is, Vasco Gore, Lord of Shadow Wraiths, nicknamed Shadow Claw, a Demon Prince.

Then Dontaye saw the Deathwatch comrades staggering through the smoke and shadows, each with wounds, Gonzalo's helmet had come off, bleeding from a dozen wounds on his pitch-black face, lying on the ground. Among the six Raptor corpses, and the three Deathwatch corpses, Dontaye remembered their names.

Bradford, from the Roaring Gryphon Chapter.

Amaniaz, from the Eagle Warriors Chapter.

Pascal, from the Emperor's Spears Chapter.

Don Taye doesn't like them all, but comrades-in-arms are comrades-in-arms after all, a relationship beyond blood, they live together and will die together.

"Come to winter, goodbye..."

Struggling to its feet, the bloodied wolf gazed up at the incarnation of terror that had stained reality with its presence. The birds of prey were there too, but now they remained still and silent, as if transformed into dark statues.

Suddenly, the demon prince tugged at the chain on his hand, and the once human eyes stared at the death watch below with endless mockery.

As the chains were thrown out, several broken bodies were hung on the roof of the Governor's Mansion. They were members of the Kill Squad who had been lurking in the city before.

"You've grown weaker than I remembered..."

When it spoke, there was something sinister about it, a mixture of screams and echoes of tormented souls, distorted and horrific, taking shape in all minds.

As it spoke, it raised its hand and pointed to a crack on its left chest.

"At least he'll leave me this when I kill that Modas guy,"

It moved its feet, the tips of the long limbs that could hardly be called feet, the black claws gleaming, rubbed against the roof and sparked—it was not forged with flesh or metal, but with the primordial power of darkness itself Claws forged from matter~www.readwn.com~Look at that, what a wonderful hunting ground. "

As it points its fingers skyward, demonic birds of prey fly around like vultures, chainswords roar, and guns glow in the dark, cheering, giggling, screaming, twisted armor Gleaming evilly, like the remains of a coal furnace.

All the birds of prey congregate like scavengers above the city, ready to feast.

As they swooped in unison, the sky was filled with their howls and hisses of whatever unnatural power was supporting them.

The Daemon Prince let out a low growl of delight, delighted at the carnage that had taken place, and the wails rose like smoke—the screams of the feared, the groans of the tortured, the cries of the dying, amplified by the shadows, pounding all Deathwatch nerves.

"Have you tasted it?"

It lowered its head and whispered:

"Taste of the horrors of this world? It's... well... it's intoxicating."