God Emperor’s Angel of Death

After a while like thousands of small insects biting their hearts, Sarperdon’s psionic energy swelled, and then he propped up an invisible shield to separate the existence and let the surrounding The warrior is free from psychic interference.

"Don't try to threaten me!!"

The think tank curator roared.

The response to him was the loud grinding sound of mechanical gears turning.

The hatch in front of them slowly opened, and the entrance was shrouded in dense fog. Accompanied by heavy footsteps, a tall figure emerged from the dense fog.

Salperton suddenly held his breath. It was Space Marine, but it was the Space Marine he didn't want to see the most.

There are 9 of them. The armors are polished and shiny. The azure blue enamel is as deep as the dark night sky under the background of diamonds. The gorgeous golden part looks like Star Heart from a distance. Come to the world, shine endlessly.

The huge crown stands in the center of the helmet, with mysterious Tizka inscribed on it.

Their waists are all wearing a strange-shaped sword, a yellow golden sword handle, and rubies inlaid on it, which complement the armor.

The fifteenth Legion who rebelled, Qianzi.

However, Sarperdon knew that there was no flesh and blood under those armors, only the fine sand of white bones.

They encountered several such scarlet warriors on the bridge, which caused them great trouble.

Seeing the appearance of the scarlet warrior, the soul drinkers raised their guns.

But the scarlet letter at the head made a sound immediately.

"I am very happy to welcome you to Brokeback, the think tank director of Soul Drinker, please follow me."

After that, turn around to the convenience.

Salperton felt impatient for a while, but after thinking about it again and again, he still followed along.

Following the scarlet letter to go deep, and continue through a door, he felt the room begin to tilt slightly downward.

There are three arches in the distance, and there is a set of escalators behind each arch.

"The door on the right, think tank."

The tunnel below is very long. The surrounding ceramic steel pillars and floor look like thousands of years have passed, but the passage is winding. The twists and turns were familiar to Salperdon, as if he had been here before.

So when he stepped out of the elevator, he immediately found the direction to the target without any errors.

If he remembers correctly, the structure here is the same as the route they used to pass through the Star Fort, so there is no doubt that what he is looking for will be at the end.

There should be a warehouse there.

Sure enough, when he came to the end of the passage, he found that the passage leading to the inside was blocked by a huge portal with the sign of Mechanical Education engraved on it.

He hates this logo.

At this time, the door began to open slowly.

As the internal gas oozes out, the exposed internal structure is consistent with the memory of Sarpedon. Although it has changed a lot, it is still the same place.

The vaulted ceiling is more than 70 meters high, and many metal columns can be seen as load-bearing bases. There are many iron chains hanging down on the ceiling as the connection of lamps and lanterns.

Platforms, passages, steps, and up and down stairs surround a static stand, densely packed probe sensors, detection equipment, etc. enclose one thing in the middle.

The thing is there, but in the perception, or subconscious, it seems to encompass an entire galaxy in midair.

In the center of the still stand, there is a lance suspended.

That is a huge lance, its grip is as thick as the blade of a powered sword.

The end of lance is the head of an eagle, and the tip of it is a clenched Iron Fist. From the fist, there is a gleaming golden leaf-shaped blade that is as long as a sword.

The exquisite crafts are covered with plastic-steel coatings. Below the fist hangs an exhaust box that disintegrates the force field generator. The power transmission cables and force field dispersing bolts are cleverly hidden in the decoration. .

Apart from this, there is a more mysterious technology intertwined on the blade.

This is a vortex weapon, a creation of the lord of mankind, cast by his own hands, full of a mastery of science and subspace.

Its name is Spirit Spear, and it was a weapon used by the original body Dorn in the era of the Great Expedition.

But it is said that Dorn has used it only a few times. It seems that he instinctively resists this weapon. It sleeps in the armory of Primarch for most of the world.

After the second army was founded, I don’t know why, the soul spear became the Chapter sacred relic of the soul drinker, but it was lost thousands of years ago.

"Soul Spear--"

Salperdon trembled all over when he saw this thing.

Everything he did, everything he gave, and everything he sacrificed was for this sacred relic.

For the soul spear, they became traitors.

For the soul spear, the soul drinkers crippled each other.

For the spirit spear, he has also become a monster...

The spirit spear has almost become all the meaning of his life, and he also firmly believes that he only needs to retrieve the spirit spear. They will be able to wash away the name of the traitor, and they still have a chance to bridge the rift in Chapter, he--

When he tremblingly extend the hand toward the stillness, a body shape is sideways. In front of him.

The scarlet warrior's soulless eyepiece stared directly at him.

"fuck off!!!!"

Salperdon immediately became angry, like a child whose toy was taken away.

"Immediately! Immediately! Otherwise I will let you die several times! Even if you are already dead! I will rub your ashes!!"

But the scarlet letter did not It didn't retreat, on the contrary, it took a step forward, staring at the think tank director in a persecuting manner.

"Hope you can figure out the current situation, that angry Soshian is rushing towards you."

When Soshian’s name is mentioned, Salperdon’s mind immediately resembles It was poured with cold water.

"Who the hell are you."

Salperton took a step back and looked at the scarlet letter carefully, but he didn't see anything special.

"I am destiny, I am everything."

"I ask who you are, not what you are? Damn, you are a demon, a goddamn Devil, nothing else."

Although he has been declared rebellious, it does not mean that Salperdon has chosen to be with Chaos—he still has an Astarte in his heart. Pride, it's just that he knows how much pride is left.

"I am everything, everywhere, I was once a member of mortals, now I am the messenger of Saint Tzeentch."

"Tzeentch."

Salperdon took another step back, he made a gesture, and the soul drinkers immediately took up their guns.

"You are too dangerous, I want to take back the spirit spear myself."

"Danger? I don't know that the real danger is always behind you."

The scarlet letter The warrior let out a shriveled laugh, then slowly backed away.

"You will be willing to acknowledge allegiance."

Hearing this sentence, Sarpedon's heart trembled. A certain primordial power fluctuation is fast approaching, this power He had witnessed it not long ago.

They were being followed, someone tried to snatch the spirit spear!

"Stop him!!"

Salperdon roared.