The Emperor’s Angel of Death

“Run! The monster is here!”

In the greenish-tinged scene, many civilians screamed and fled down the streets. Suddenly, a cloud of blood mist erupted, and a skeletal monster, seemingly a phantom, descended from the sky.

Its sharp claws stirred up a storm of severed limbs in the crowd, and its body was draped in bloody human skin, making it look like a human-skin ghost.

When a priest waved his staff, directing people to escape, it suddenly appeared above the priest and, with its claws, smoothly sliced him perfectly in half from top to bottom like a paper cutter, the cut surfaces revealing his internal organs and tissues.

Immediately afterward, the camera shifted to a group of soldiers in military uniforms firing towards the other end of the street near a Chimera armored vehicle, its autocannon roaring furiously, stirring up a storm of explosions and dust.

But suddenly, the wall of a building on one side was smashed through, revealing a giant monster draped in tattered skin and flesh, its thick, curved back covered in grim bone spurs, strung with bloody heads.

The monster, twice the height of a Space Marine, charged out, swinging a massive metal skull flail, smashing it hard onto the Chimera armored vehicle, flipping the vehicle over.

The surrounding soldiers were scared out of their wits and fled in panic, but one unlucky individual was grabbed by the thing, its canine-like maw opening to reveal a mouth full of sharp teeth, biting down hard on the soldier.

Amidst desperate flailing, it tore him in two, internal organs and blood dripping from the monster's maw like saliva.

Seeing this scene, Thracius flew into a rage, slamming his fist on the instrument panel.

“Damn it! I'll take men over there immediately!”

“Thracius.”

Messinius called out to him.

“This must be done, but you were summoned for more than just this. Time is of the essence, and we need to vote on something.”

“Vote?”

Hearing this word, Thracius's heart stirred, and he immediately realized what the other was thinking.

“You also think they... are from there?”

“Otherwise, I can't think of a second explanation.”

“So we need to send someone in to see if there's a problem?”

“Yes, this is the Emperor's Scythes' highest mission. We must ensure that place is safe and sound.”

Thracius pondered for a moment, then said with a troubled expression:

“But Sossius, the Chapter Master, is not here. Only he has the authority to decide whether to open that place. We...”

As he spoke, suddenly, a red bloody light enveloped the entire Founders' Hall, and the Space Marines were horrified to find that their power armor had all failed and locked up, leaving them unable to move, trapped in their armor.

In an instant, a massive being wrapped in a blood-colored cloak slowly emerged from the ripples above the viewing screen, as if a terrifying slaughtering ghost had crawled out of those images.

Upon closer inspection, the so-called cloak was actually a layer of thick, flowing quantum-state red mist. Everything else was invisible, except for those soul-piercing scarlet eyes.

“Fools, you haven't realized that before the Tyranids arrived, you yourselves had already sown the seeds of disaster.”

The deep Gothic voice echoed in the ears of all the company captains present, who struggled to move and pick up their weapons, but the power armor seemed to have solidified.

For a moment, they seemed to hear a grating metallic friction, as if a sharp claw was spreading open behind their necks.

“Disappointment.”

Its tone was indeed filled with deep disappointment, even murderous intent.

“Perhaps I should just deal with all of you...”

At this moment, Sotha's heart was indeed surging with murderous intent, because after arriving at the Emperor's Scythes' fortress monastery, he discovered that many Space Marines were showing signs of infection, emitting weak but detectable psychic signals.

These signals would definitely resonate with the Patriarch, after all, that Patriarch was hiding beneath the Emperor's Scythes' monastery fortress.

Yes, they didn't even know that such an evil thing was hiding beneath their asses.

Perhaps influenced by a bit of the Flayer, while disappointed with the Emperor's Scythes, a surge of impatience arose in his heart, urging him to slaughter these incompetent fools, since they would eventually die at the hands of the Tyranids or in the investigations of the Inquisition.

But he restrained himself.

“Enough, this is your tribulation, and it is up to you to decide how to resolve it.”

With that, he raised his hand, and several corpses thudded to the ground and onto the viewing screen.

Thracius immediately widened his eyes, his mouth moving as he uttered a few words.

“What is this! And the Elder...”

“Fools, take a good look, this is what exists in the world you are trying to protect, Tyranid parasites, they have long been rooted in your planets, and even in your Chapter, yet you are still immersed in a dream of safety...”

At that moment, all the company captains of the Emperor's Scythes were stunned, staring in disbelief at the corpses of the Genestealers.

“This world is beyond saving, but you can at least let it die with a little more glory.”

With that, the red mist dissipated, and all the Emperor's Scythes staggered for a moment, then discovered they could move again.

“We have always protected Sotha, it is pure! This is the xenos trying to deceive us!”

Voskhod suddenly turned around, grabbed the Elder's corpse, and slammed it towards the other, which Messinius dodged, while also gripping his weapon.

“Stop lying to yourself! Open your dog eyes and take a look!”

“Voskhod, what are you saying!”

“The xenos are right, you are a fool! A stupid Sothan peasant!”

“Bastard!”

“Alright, alright!”

Thracius quickly stood between the two.

“Let's talk it out.”

He then pointed to the corpses of the Genestealers.

“Regardless of whether the xenos are deceiving us or not, we must be vigilant. Immediately begin emergency gene screening of personnel in key areas, but we cannot fully believe it, otherwise it will cause public panic.

Now we must first deal with the xenos in Solanta, as for that place... let's wait for Sossius to return before dealing with it.”

Voskhod sneered.

“Can we still wait? Or rather, will he ever return?”

“Voskhod, we are the guardians of Pharos, and the glorious sons of Guilliman. No matter the adversity, no matter how ferocious the enemy, we will never yield.”