The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Chapter 3461: The Slaughter of Solanta

“This…”

The once loyal and dutiful Solanta Defense Forces were now firing upon the Space Marines, shouting slogans he couldn't understand, treating the Space Marines who protected them as enemies.

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Veteran Fleming, who had served for over two hundred years, fell. A direct hit from a rocket took his arm, and then the rebels kept firing their machine guns and heavy bolters at his helmet and body until only wreckage remained. Sergeant Vasilis, one hundred meters to the right, was curled up, his power armor backpack blown open. The explosion tore open his back, even exposing his spine, clearly attacked by firepower from behind, but his hands still tightly clutched the tattered company banner. The places on the fabric where Space Marine blood had splattered were still smoking. Boni, a young warrior who had joined the company less than ten years ago, also had his entire back blown open, but he was still lying on the ground, constantly firing, while half of his helmet had been shot off, and even half of his face was a bloody mess.

“. . . What exactly happened. . . ”

The Second Company suffered a fatal betrayal, with nearly a quarter of the warriors falling in the instant of betrayal.

And in the square...

Civilians were killing each other.

No! It was one side slaughtering the other! Those boxes were full of weapons. Besides guns, there were also swords and knives. People holding weapons were frantically hacking and killing those who were unarmed, cutting off their heads with knives, dissecting their bodies to pick out their internal organs, not even sparing children. Under the gaze of the Emperor's statue, the most cruel and terrifying scene was unfolding. Even after killing, those insane killers would raise the bloody heads as trophies to show off, their blood-stained faces bearing an unspeakable mad smile.

As for the Senate...

At some point, it had gained a flag, a simple yet evil flag. It only had one symbol: a curled-up larva.

Agustar was almost dizzy. He almost couldn't withstand such a mental shock and fell into darkness again. Everything he knew, everything he believed in, was collapsing in the cruelest way at this moment.

“Emperor…”

He desperately reached out to the Emperor's statue, which had already been splattered with a lot of blood.

“Why… why is this happening!”

Suddenly, in his blurred vision, the Emperor's statue changed. It turned into a monster covered in chitinous armor, with curved forelimbs and a pair of empty black eyes on its bulbous head. It towered on the base, its open mandibles quivering, eager to be released, making a hissing sound.

When it raised its head and looked at Agustar, some immeasurable ancient evil was peering at him, the darkness of the distant deep space touched his mind, as if judging him, pinning him to the spot.

Agustar found his tongue frozen, unable to move, unable to even think.

Boom!

A sudden explosion shattered his hallucination, tearing him in half. His upper body fell down, while his legs folded to one side.

“Captain!”

Menele's voice awakened him. Only then did he realize that the Emperor's statue had been destroyed. Those fallen ones had used explosives to destroy the symbol they had originally revered, and erected their evil totem and flag on the wreckage. The Emperor's remains fell on the square, smashing into the blood and remains of His people.

This completely enraged Agustar, and he struggled to stand up.

Agustar picked up his scythe. Now he let hatred dominate his will, like a farmer, wielding his arm with force, reaping those crops that had been eaten away by disease.

Each time the scythe was raised and fell, it would bring a rain of severed limbs and arms. Personally slaughtering the soldiers he once commanded caused Agustar's heart to be as painful as if it were being gnawed by a venomous snake, but he had no choice.

Suddenly, he felt his battle brother to his right fall under the attack of the alien, and then the warrior to his left. Agustar turned around and saw a pair of evil black eyes.

It was something completely inhuman, just like the malice from deep space he had seen, chitinous armor, curved forelimbs, huge claws...

He was stunned for a moment, and this moment of daze almost cost him his life.

A barbed claw passed over his shoulder and pierced into his breastplate. If he hadn't been alert at the last moment and turned his body, it would have pierced his head.

Seeing these inhuman aliens, Agustar finally realized what had happened to their home. In grief and indignation, he roared and raised his arm, smashing the handle of the scythe on the head of a purestrain Genestealer, knocking the thing away, and then the scythe slammed down, splitting its back.

However, all around the construction site, from the overturned drains and manhole covers, a large group of seemingly endless purestrain Genestealers slipped out, each reeking of stench, with sewage flowing all over their bodies.

They shook their bodies like wolves soaked in rain, and then waved their gleaming claws at the Space Marines.

The Emperor's Scythes fired randomly at the swarms of aliens, or wielded their blades to fight against the alien claws. Agustar also cut down some of the hateful aliens that pounced on him, but they were too few in number, with enemies on all sides, and these Genestealers, which had already been highly Tyranidized, were much stronger than those disguised as humans. Their claws could tear through power armor, and their speed was as swift as the wind.

In just a few minutes of battle, seven veterans of the Second Company had died under the claws of the aliens. If this continued, then total annihilation was only a matter of time.

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But more than himself, Agustar was worried about the Emperor's Watch Fortress, worried about his chapter. That bizarre alien bastard was right, their world had been infiltrated and poisoned, and so had their chapter...

In sorrow and pain, Agustar raised his warscythe.

“Second Company, hold your ground! Let these disgusting aliens meet their death! The Sons of Sotha shall never yield!”

The Emperor's Scythes knew what such an order meant. Together, they loudly sang the ancient Sotha war song, mourning their fallen brothers and using all their strength to kill all the aliens in front of them.

Just as Agustar was shrouded in despair, dizzy, and exhausted, he suddenly heard some kind of scream.

Then he saw the Senate being swallowed from the inside out by a red mist. It turned into a scarlet monument, and the Solanta rebels guarding the Senate turned around in horror, looking at the emerging terrifying thing.