God Emperor’s Angel of Death

"Uh..."

When Soshian pulled the sword out of Morinite's chest, World Eater let out a low growl.

Then he brandished the chainsaw axe blindly, as if he was holding a torch to expel darkness, but he didn't hit any target.

The feeling of coldness and disgust from Soshian's body has become more intense. Morignt felt that what stood in front of him was not a Space Marine, but a small black hole, which was taking his soul a little bit. Pulled away from the body.

This feeling made him very frightened, because his soul only belongs to the blood god. If he can't return to the blood divine throne, then everything he fights for will be meaningless.

"fuck off! Fuck off!"

Molinite roared to drive him away, but it didn't work.

The silver-gray silhouette flashed past him, and then the heavy serrated battle axe fell to the ground with a bang, and the hand holding the axe fell along with it.

World Eater is as bright as molten gold on the metal floor, and the fuel tank is still burning. Mars is swept into the air by the wind, like a swarm of Fire Insect, when it falls back Turned into scorched ashes.

World Eater drew the fighting dagger from the scabbard tied to his calf and tried to kneel up, but the tip of the sword was already leaning under his chin.

"You failed, your so-called god did not bless you."

Soshian gasped and said, those extraordinary touches have gone away from him, and the cold blood is freezing. His heart.

But he could still stand, and saw the softness of the armor against World Eater's throat, and the colorful colors surrounding the silver blade, but he did not touch the surface of the opponent's neck armor at all.

"God Emperor will spit your soul and go to death."

That moment is coming, as long as you move your wrist slightly, exert a little force, World Eater’s The head will roll off the shoulders.

Soshian gritted his teeth and shook his wrist.

But the blade did not move, it quietly pressed against World Eater's throat, but could not pierce it down.

There is no gasping when the trachea and arteries are cut, and there is no touch when the head is separated from the neck.

Soshian felt a cloud of ice in his throat, and his limbs were as heavy as cast iron. He struggled to control the arm holding the sword but was resisted, and the blade still refused to move half an inch. .

As the limbs resisted him, a trembling numbness spread from the fingertips and climbed onto the arm.

"Why is this time..."

The intense dizziness hit Soshian's head hard, the muscles of his sword-holding hand locked tight, and the tight tendons pressed the skeleton .

The biting chill overwhelmed his senses, his vision tightened, and everything in front of him was compressed into a line.

The next second, the voice stopped, and a dizziness stole the balance of his legs.

"Blood God is on--"

It was a cold blow that refocused Soshian's world. Morinite violently violently slammed into his chest. The fighting dagger fell into the small half of his chest.

Morinite, who took off his helmet, exhaled a big breath from his teeth, his broken face was like a painful puzzle.

Then he tried hard to let the short sword pierce the opponent's chest, and he was almost about to do it.

The dagger penetrated the armor, the Black Carapace and the rib plate, but before it touched the heart, a strong chill followed the dagger and climbed onto Morinite’s shoulder. He found himself He lost control of his arm.

"Blood God! The Blood God is opening his arms to me!"

World Eater smiled madly, fell backwards and drew his short sword.

In an instant, the sticky blood shed intermittently on the silver-gray armor. When he was about to stab a second time, Soshian's long sword had penetrated his head from top to bottom.

With the gurgling gasp, World Eater almost divided into two's head spouting a mouthful of blood, polluting the eagle emblem on Soshian's chest, and then fell softly to the ground.

"Um..."

Soshian let go of the sword, staggered back a few steps, and fell to the ground, covering the wound in his chest.

He is very lucky. The tip of the opponent's sword is just a little closer to the heart. Although it won't be fatal even if he is stabbed, he still has to cultivate for a while before he can fight.

"Chapter is long!"

Chapter recruits immediately surrounded him nervously, including Primaris Apothecary and Nassin Balitaem, who immediately injected a large amount of medicine into Soshian Inside, but when he touched Soshian's neck, he was shocked.

"Chapter is long! Your body temperature—"

Soshian raised his hand and shook it, beckoning him not to say anything, Barritaem immediately closed his mouth and silently Treat Soshian's wounds.

When he noticed that his body temperature had begun to rise slowly, Soshian held down Primaris Apothecary’s busy hand and said:

"I’m fine, you hurry up and collect Gene- from the warrior who died in action. seed ."

"Yes."

Balitaem stood up and began to count the casualties.

In the previous conflict, 3 combat brothers were killed, 1 severely wounded, and 3 lightly wounded.

The lightly wounded were already able to act on their own, while the severely wounded mainly lost an arm and also suffered head trauma. Balitaem simply handled it and prepared to return to the Spark. The medical room was further processed, and then turned to the five warriors who died in action.

He knelt beside the body of a fighting brother. His armor had been chopped down to a mess, but it still retained enough of its original appearance.

Balitaem turned the corpse over, and the deceased’s helmet fell heavily to the floor with a thud.

Then he extended the hand and proceeded to recover his brother’s Gene-seed. First, there was a vibration from the healing hand, and then the built-in power made an Insect Cry-like chirping sound, the electric saw and the medical probe Vibrating the Dissection knife began to cut the broken ceramic in a buzzing sound.

However, due to lack of experience, Balitaem’s progress was very slow, so Primaris Apothecary clenched the teeth, the probe against the impacted and high-heated armor, and after applying enough strength, it finally The nails were cut into gaps like blackened eggshells.

Then he quickly inserted his finger and peeled off the warrior's neck guard.

The dead warrior's face was terrifying pale, with dried blood smeared on it, his eyes were wide and he seemed to be glaring at the enemy until death.

For a while, Primaris Apothecary did not recognize the identity of the deceased, but finally he remembered it.

Moria.

The soldiers who belonged to the first battle squad were also recruits who were reformed during the same period as him.

Primaris Apothecary closed his eyes for a moment, remembering the passing of this comrade-in-arms, and then put the handguard against the corpse's jaw and activated the recovery device.

Just listen to the damp slap, a piece of pink-gray flesh pops into the vial of the medical probe, and then Primaris Apothecary checked the tissue with naked eye, confirmed that it was still intact, and put it into the storage middle.

After returning to the Spark, he has to further check the recovered Gene-seed to confirm that there are no problems before it can be preserved as Chapter’s reserve seed.

As he approached him, he pierced the drill bit into the chest of the war dead, buried it deeply, and took out the second Gene-seed.

Although they are all recruits, they have received transformation for more than ten years, and the new Gene-seed has matured.

After collecting the Gene-seed of the first war dead, Balitaem turned to the second one. With the experience of the first one, the progress of the second one was much faster.

During this process, Soshian basically recovered his body temperature. After touching the wound and confirming that the blood had stopped, he used the communicator summon technical sergeant to retrieve the equipment.

This is when a stumbled red silhouette broke into his sight.