God Emperor’s Angel of Death

Prince of the crows stopped behind the mutilated wall stack, arms folded in front of the breastplate, the cloak made of the gene stealer’s skin rose on the Thunderhawk turbofan Flapping in the air current.

The wordless gaze penetrated into the drizzle.

This is the case in the rainy season in Valledo, and the rainfall is almost hard to stop.

This place is surprisingly quiet. It is hard to imagine that hundreds of thousands of lives were killed, fallen, and rotted here.

Suddenly, he caught the chirping of boots on the wet ground and the scraping of metal. Those sounds were audible not because they were unusually loud, but because raindrops hit the leaves. Apart from his voice, everything is unusually quiet.

There is a smell of salt corrosion and algae in the air.

For Savita, all the sounds are as clear and distinct as the rustling of leaves on a forest path.

He tasted the smell of the wind.

Listen.

Waiting.

The first virtue of a hunting master is patience.

The first lesson learned by the hunter is caution.

Across the parallel runway, Thunder Eagle is unloading the elites who have just returned, and then they will transport the bodies of the dead warriors back to the orbit.

This action was costly. Fifteen soul drinkers were killed in battle, and Astral Knight killed two in battle.

The soul drinker lost important veterans, while Astral Knight continued to lose blood in an anemic state, both of which were difficult to accept.

So, naturally, Soshian is in a very bad mood.

"You have to learn to accept death."

Without waiting for the person behind him to stand still, Saivita spoke first, and he didn't even turn his head to see who it was.

"I thought you would not come."

Soshian's voice is very cold, he still resists accepting Savita in his heart

"If you can't even see this, then maybe I can't expect too much."

The rain gradually got bigger, and it slapped on Saivita’s Battle Armor, making his cloak change. It's heavy.

When Soshian came here, Saul followed his footsteps.

Astral Knight's Chapter long gaze over the shoulders of the crow Prince, looked towards the burning corpse.

"You ended the battle here."

On the battlefield, you can occasionally see some moving targets, like shadows or bloody ghosts, and their armor is covered with Blood and dust.

Soshian’s mood is not only bad because of the appearance of Saivita, but also because Falzad’s squad lost two warriors in the process of destroying the altar.

Outsiders, Soshian didn't say anything about the loss.

But then he has been silently staring at the bodies of the two warriors, which evokes his dark memories.

Since the Primaris Apothecary was not taken in this operation, their Gene-seed had to entrust Primaris Apothecary of the Soul Drinker to help harvest them. Now their bodies are lying in the cabin of Thunderhawk.

Savita also noticed Soshian's bad mood. He snorted from his nose with a little contempt.

"That's it."

The once-smooth retaining wall of the fortress of the Ministry of Justice is now covered with pits, and it has apparently been strafed by heavy automatic fire.

rays of light leaked out of the tubular support, and was continuously attacked by rain and moths. The torrential rain slapped on the concrete battlements, like joint bones hitting the thick defensive city wall. The rainwater flowed down the pitted curved surface of the weapon turret and gathered into a waterfall, flooding the trenches and squares below.

This cold stone wall reminds Savita of Zoa and the home he abandoned for his duties.

This darkness, this strong sense of oppression, are exactly the same.

Even the electric light trembling of the lamp oil is similar to that of a bare brazier, although there is an illusion of warmth in the void, and there is no smell of ashes.

Nearly 4,000 Astra Militarum and more than 300 Space Marine were stationed at the fortress gate and retaining wall, but they were silent.

Outside the fortress, the patrol made a rhythmic peng peng sound as it passed by, like a slow thunder roar-and in such a majestic rain, the sound was almost hard to notice.

Despite partly covered by rain and foam, there are still scorched spots and vehicle scratches on the surface. The minaret and guard tower are also blighted by some kind of light automatic gun caliber weapon. Hundred holes.

But there is a lack of reliable physical evidence on the battlefield-the corpse.

After Soshian arrived, he only saw a monster made up of huge corpses.

At this moment, the few mortals who are still performing the task are wearing wax clothes, but Soshian is not wearing a helmet, just even cold and heavy armor.

"But I'm still curious about your reason. It shouldn't be a sense of justice?"

A faint smile appeared on Prince Crow's face.

"Do you think it will be."

"So I am very curious."

At this time, the trial of Magistrate Marcus and his entourage also As he approached, after questioning the survivors on the battlefield, he was also shocked and curious about this powerful warrior that suddenly appeared on the battlefield and turned the tide of the battle by the strength of oneself.

On the one hand, it was out of reverence, and on the other hand, with a little suspicion, he wanted to know more about this mysterious warrior, especially his unique helmet, which made him feel a little uneasy.

After all, the bat is not a good omen in Imperium, because it is easily reminiscent of a rebellious Legion in the past.

It is famous for its cruelty and ruthlessness. Even before the rebellion, it has a frightening reputation. Even after ten thousand years, many of its cruel deeds are still circulating in Imperium.

Its number in Imperium Expedition Legion is [8], and its name is Lord Midnight.

Of course, it is not possible to judge the composition of a warrior because of the shape of a helmet, and Marcus also believes that the other party is loyal, he is more curious.

"Excuse me, I am interrogating Magistrate Marcus Ognis Lucrezio."

He cautiously opened his mouth, trying to make himself less presumptuous.

"Can I know the name of this warrior?"

Then he looked towards Saivita.

But the other party only left him a back.

"Why? Doubt me?"

Hearing Saivita's sneer, Marcus immediately explained:

"no no no , You are misunderstood, I just... want to know your name. It is a pity to miss such a great warrior."

"Killing a few demons is great, then your standard of greatness is too low Now, try Magicstrate."

"Uh..."

Marcus collapsed before his first argument was formed.

Savita turned around.

The heavy gaze stared at Marcus for a while, making him impossible to move, and then let go of him.

The judge, Magistrate, dropped down significantly afterwards.

"There is still a lot of work to be done here, review Magicstrate, your attention should not be on me."

"Work...?"

Prince the crows turned to the rain curtain.

"There is a predator here. I know it. This is instinct. The subspace is restless. Its attention is focused on other things."

The moment Vita turned around, everyone except Marcus retracted their necks into their own collars, including the Assassin Malthus, who also took two steps back, looked away, and said nothing.

That killing intent set off a stormy sea among his followers, and even the tribe of Elder never let him do that, including other Space Marines.

He immediately came to the conclusion--

The person in front of him is a highest killer.

Can also slaughter them all in a very short time.

But fortunately, the person's killing intent quickly converged, as quiet as a low tide, yet there are traces to follow.

"Its two failures lost too much strength, now I should take the initiative to attack, otherwise it may choose to run away."

Sevita’s smile flashed. It is fleeting, and no one present, including Soshian, can see through or interpret its true meaning.

Then, his cold black eyes turned to the distant sky.

"You can have fun later."