The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Many areas of this huge compound fortress have already lost their appearance in the chaotic space, and are interconnected by mazes and underground tunnels.

On the way to the central hall, every place Huron could see was full of traces of corrosion, and the withering scene also seeped into the floor, as if infected by corrosion and rust.

Due to the lack of power, the entire compound fortress was immersed in darkness, and some of the remaining lights were faintly dim, hovering on the verge of being completely extinguished.

The truth is as ugly as a lie. The rooms and passages they pass are full of industrial waste and partially eaten corpses-there are mortals and mutants, as well as legionaries.

Most of the dead Legionnaires wore the red pirate's battle armor and left them to decay at will. There were some other colors around them.

Most of the corpses here have been chipped away, and their genetic seeds have already been destroyed or harvested.

The smell of a corpse pierced the armor and penetrated deeply into Huron's perception.

He felt it clogged every pore, and he could even taste the sour smell of rotten flesh in his mouth.

A team of scouts walked ahead, carrying most of them toward the depths.

At this time, Kerkus suddenly stopped at an intersection, his helmet turned, his eyes swept across an arched blood stain on the wall of bullet holes.

It is no different from the remains of other creatures seen in this fortress so far.

Huron paid attention to the abnormality of his men.

"Is there anything special about this **** stain?"

"This is a mark, my lord."

Kerkus walked directly to the left aisle and explained to Huron how the blood stain made him make this decision.

Everyone's claw boots rattled with every step they took, accompanied by the sound of scraping metal.

"Master, you may have forgotten, this is the symbol of the Sokti Fighting Gang."

Kerkus mumbled to Huron alone on the voice channel.

"They are a group of enchantments from the whisperers."

"These marks are interesting."

Garon Sulet suddenly intervened, and Huron knew the wizard, and knew that his words must mean something.

"Tell me, wizard."

Huron's tone became softer and smoother.

"What do you see?"

Garon Sulet put his hand on those marks. Although there is no soul, the enchanted warriors left their testimony in a unique way.

The explosive gun roared without rhythm, the charged blade slashed on the burning armor with thunder and lightning, and the boiling blood emitted hot smoke in the cold and humid air.

Life evaporates completely, and the red smoke curls and escapes from the torn ceramic steel.

Then there was an icy storm, piercing into the depths of the soul——

"On the empire's side, it seems to be carrying an untouchable person."

"Come prepared."

Kerkus expressed his opinion, but Huron on the side didn't think so.

"Naked insult."

The tyrant gritted his teeth and admitted:

"I almost admire that bastard."

At this time, he made a decision.

"Invading the communications in this star fort, I have something to say to that chaos."

In the central hall, Soshyang has been watching every move of Huron's army, but because the internal facilities were more severely damaged, and some of the monitors were also the same, so when Huron entered the outer area of ​​the central hub, he could not see these. Chaos traitor.

But he at least knows where they are.

"Prepare to meet the enemy."

As he said, he picked up the helmet on the side and prepared to take the Honor Guard and other people in the center to the battlefield.

At this time, words came from the console of the voice call array.

"Good morning, greet you, the great Captain Soshyan."

The voice was thick and hoarse, but with some kind of laziness. Although he didn't know who the other party was, Soshyang instinctively realized who it was most likely to be.

"Traitor, Ruft Huron."

The nerves of the soldiers on the bridge were immediately tense. Except for Talos and Thor, the former didn't care, and the latter didn't care.

"Ha, the loyal Captain Soshyan, although I don’t know what witchcraft you used to interfere with the fleet’s communications, but at this point in the situation, we seem to have nowhere to go. Why not, let’s talk in person. Talk, make sense."

The next moment, Soshyang's laughter melted into the tense atmosphere on the bridge.

"I can understand that you are requesting a truce? Then what terms do you plan to use to achieve this truce?"

"We all need to talk about whether or not to stop the war before we know, right? I will wait for you at the gate now, with only ten people."

Soshyan thought for a moment. He also felt that it would be an advantage for him to start the war slower, especially when he needed to wait for the weepers to take their place. It would be best to delay for a while, so he said:

"Okay, me too."

After closing the communication, Soshyan modified his deployment, and then took Sol, Talos, Mark, Armin, and the three Terminators to the central entrance gate.

After ensuring the safety of the area, they gathered in the shadows and waited.

Soon, in the heavy footsteps, eleven soldiers walked out of the shadows.

The team of the Red Pirates is colorful. In addition to Huron's troops, traitors from other legions also participated, including the emperor's sons.

Although he couldn't see the expression while wearing the helmet, Soshyan still noticed that when Thor saw the soldier, his calmness immediately turned into annoyance.

But this bit of resentment soon disappeared again.

Ruft Huron was walking ahead, and he strode forward, shaking the floor with every step.

The gods hate everyone-but they are all paying attention to this tyrant now. Subspace whispers in the air around him. The spirit of plague and disease and foreign objects of fickle fate fill the invisible space beside him. They are The aura of the owner kept telling the promise of a golden future and eternal life.

Huron's body looked very uncoordinated, and the injured part seemed to shrink, making his left and right shoulders very awkward.

Metal spines pierced through his skin and bones, covered with a thick and dark blood, like unrefined promethium oil fuel.

And the pair of huge metal claws in his hand are even more breathtaking.

After that, he stood opposite Soshyan, and the two were ten meters apart.

Even Soshyan, who wore the Terminator armor, was not much taller than the opponent.

On the ground between the two warlords is a painting made with metal craftsmanship, depicting a scene where two ancient warriors holding shields and spears are fighting each other.

Soshyan must admit that the traitor standing in front of him does indeed have a domineering posture~www.readwn.com~ The manner is extraordinary, detached from the warriors under his command, and you can even see a chain that means submission is wrapped in the chaos interstellar warriors. On his throat, the other end of the chain was held in Huron's clutches.

In Huron's eyes, Soshyang looked no different from the tactics around him, more like a mortal leader, and the chief among equals.

"Captain of the Astral Knights, Soshyan Ariksha."

Huron raised his paw and greeted him in a gentle voice.

Soshyan responded with a sincere and mocking laugh at the enemy's words.

"Ruft Huron, Blackheart, the butcher of Badab, we finally meet."

"It is true that if you could hold back not to run away every time before my army went to destroy your ministry, we would have met each other long ago."

Soshyang pulled the corners of his lips, showing his white teeth, which might be a smile.

"Yeah, we ran away, ran into your den, and slaughtered your stray puppies one by one, just like you turned back halfway."

Huron also smiled, showing **** gums.