God Emperor’s Angel of Death

"Ha—ha—"

Amurad gasped and trembled heavily, his sight flickered, and the sound in his ear canal became A kind of distant echo.

He grabbed the large wound with one hand, but even his advanced Larryman cells could not stop the blood flowing from the torn body. At this time, he felt the hand under his arm. Is helping him stand up.

The server in Power Armor is complaining bitterly.

The one who saved him was Soshian, the man he had been waiting for, but now this strong recruit is too weak to hold a blasting gun, and while supporting Amurad , He almost fell.

"Head...helmet."

Amurad tapped Soshian's helmet lightly with his fingers. Although he didn't understand the meaning of Chapter, Soshian held his breath and took it off. Got his own helmet.

After seeing Soshian's face full of gray veins, Amurad's eyes widened, shocked and terrified.

"No...it's not the time yet, it's too early."

Then he motioned to Soshian to put on the helmet, and then slowly leaned against one of the broken pillars, clutching his stomach. When the Space Marine from Space Marine walked, Soshian also saw him and immediately recognized Hailarshi, the think tank curator of Chapter at that time.

But he thought it was a corpse.

At this time, sporadic battles are continuing, but there are fewer and fewer Space Marines alive. The Star God that has risen to the sky has torn the entire world engine to half, leaving only the main body. Part of it is still struggling to maintain, while the "stars" in the distance are approaching.

"Hilalshi, Hailarshi."

Along with Amurad's hoarse call, the director of the think tank leaning on the pillar motionless, his fingers twitched abruptly, and then he Slowly turned his head.

"Amurad."

After Soshian approached, he discovered that the chest of the think tank curator had been ablated with a large hole, and two broken hearts were hung in it. , Has stopped beating.

So in principle, he should indeed be a corpse.

"You... found him."

Hilalxi stood up in a stiff and slow posture.

"Yes, you can prepare."

"Okay."

After speaking, there was an extra short handle in Hailarxi's hand. The scepter, the tip of the scepter is a double-headed eagle with flapping wings.

Soshian was always at a loss during this process. He looked towards his Chapter Length, not knowing the expression behind the helmet.

So he asked:

"Long Chapter, shouldn't we continue fighting."

"Yes, we have to continue fighting, but you The battle is over."

"What?"

Soshian couldn't believe his ears.

"End?"

"Yes, you have a new mission, Soshian Aleksey."

Amurad said, difficult Raising his hand, he took off the iron halo behind him, and then hung it on Soshian's power backpack.

"You will be the next chapter leader."

Soshian was stunned as if was struck by lightning, his throat seemed to be blocked, and he couldn't say a word.

"I know you have a lot of questions, but I can't answer you now. Go back to Obsidian Fortress and find the Said cultivator——"

Amurad was coughed violently when he said Interrupting, a burst of red blood spurted from the grille of his helmet, staining his entire neck and chest red. At the same time, the wound on his abdomen continued to bleed, but the amount was getting less and less...

It's not that the blood has stopped, but that his blood is about to drain.

"Chapter long, I will fight you to death! I will be buried here with all the fighting brothers!"

Finally, Soshian held back what he wanted to say the most Sentence.

But Amurad just shook his head, and cautiously pulled out a prismatic ruby-like thing from the power armor backpack, with the dark green light flowing on it.

"This is the red amulet, you must take it, all of us sacrifice for it!"

After putting the red amulet into Soshian's hand , Amurad looked towards Halarxi, who was lingering in the halo.

As if perceiving his gaze, a cold whisper floated from Helalxi's helmet.

"Ready over there too..."

This voice made Soshian wonder whether the think tank director of Chapter in Power Armor, because he remembered that the other party should have A fresh voice.

"Halarxi has fallen."

Amurad answered Soshian's question.

"But for the final task, he used forbidden power to temporarily bind his soul to the corpse, but this will not last long."

Dark Witchcraft-these four The word immediately jumped into Soshian's mind.

This kind of blasphemous witchcraft is strictly forbidden, and even the Astarte think tank cannot get involved.

Perhaps being aware of Soshian’s disordered breathing, Amurad sighed and said:

"For a noble purpose, sometimes we have to do something that goes against the principle. , This may be explained by expediency, but Alexei, you have to remember that there is a boundary between use and collusion, and never cross that line."

Then he activated the storage on the Soshian backpack. Space, let the other party put the red talisman in.

"Don't tell anyone that you have this thing. Go back to the Obsidian Fortress and find the Said cultivator, he will tell you everything!"

A huge tremor through the soles of the boots There are fires and explosions one after another, which is the signal that the distant fleet is beginning to destroy the world's engines.

"I'm going to open the passage..."

Hearing this cold whisper, Soshian turned around abruptly. At the same time, the scepter in Hailarxi's hand was like a whip fall.

The veil of reality has been torn apart.

The scepter cuts through reality and illusion at the same time. If you look at it with mortal eyes, there is nothing in the vacuum.

However, the incision is real, and Soshian can feel another distant existence, which is an indescribable feeling, as if emotions are mixed into some kind of entity, sending out a hungry and thirsty noise .

Just as Soshian was stunned by this weirdness, Amurad behind him suddenly pushed him forward.

In an instant, his world plunged into darkness.

He wants to move, but his limbs are under tremendous pressure like falling into the deep sea, and even every organ can feel the pressure.

He wanted to open his mouth to speak, but he responded with an indescribable vague howling.

The tangible darkness clung to him, wrapping around his neck, wrists, and joints until the gray veins appeared on his face again.

After that, he heard the endless curses and mockery, as well as painful roars, and the darkness quickly moved away from him.

His sight was restored, and he saw only the torn nebula rolling and stirring, and the asteroids rushing against each other, releasing white, purple, and a thousand kinds of red.

He even thought that he was thrown into the sky, but everything turned into a colorful stream of color, anger, joy, pain... The torrent of many emotions involved him and made his mind After being greatly impacted, if he hadn't been strong enough, he would have been irrational.

But this must not last too long.

Just as he gritted his teeth to endure, everything returned to silence.

He was standing on a sandy beach with warm fine sand under his feet, and the waves gently beating his ankles.

A strange woman opened her arms to him.

She...

Who is it?

Soshian was confused by this scene, but at least the torture was far away from him until--

"He is out!"

A steel hand grabbed his shoulder armor and dragged him to the ground.

Soshian's helmet hit the ground, the eyepiece shattered into several pieces, and then his helmet was taken off, allowing him to breathe the dull circulating air with mouthfuls.

both of his hands supported the floor, lifts the head, the first thing I saw was the seventh company commander of Ultramarine Chapter, Vinnetius's iron face.

"Are you Soshian ·Alexei?"