God Emperor's Angel of Death

Chapter 726

Standard Tara calendar, 943.m41, extreme star domain

This world, called mistry, is located on the northwest edge of the extreme star domain. Among the quiet stars, it has not many remarkable features, but an ordinary agricultural world.

Today, however, its peace has been mercilessly torn apart. Many things have come from the jumping points of sub space outside the galaxy. They are not Galaxy runners gracefully and magnificently decorated with eagle emblem and church, but corpse gray things with huge shells.

They used to be death sickles under the emperor, but now they are only loyal to the corrupt God.

Even the regulators of the most credulous planet feel uneasy after the warships occupy a position above the meagre and ridiculous Orbital Defense of Mistry.

They sent messages to the warship headed by them and a huge monster. They all sank into the sea without response.

Then various instructions were frantically transmitted to the defense grid to make it retreat, but even then, it was too late.

The mild mannered local residents have never seen a fleet full of fire, so they should not be blamed for their ignorance of what is about to happen - they still look up to the sky when the bombing is coming.

Then, the sky was shrouded in white light and the clouds were burned out. Before the light spear accurately destroyed every command and control node across the northern hemisphere, the huge ships annihilated the orbital station. The combustibles bombarded all urban areas like rain. After several hours of uninterrupted gunfire, only pieces of bricks and tiles were left in place.

Burning sheets of promethium swept away the only remnant and burned it to black.

The huge granary has become a cave with white heat, and the precious grain has been turned into burning dust.

When the bombing finally stopped, a bomb carrying a deadly virus was dropped on the ground to continue the endless slaughter.

A week later, when a few survivors who survived the bombing and virus torture slowly climbed out of the shelter they found on the spot, accompanied by tinnitus and tearful eyes, they once felt that this was a terrible mistake to be corrected, the worst stage was gone, and those - were satisfied with the doomsday destruction they brought by themselves, The reason is still a mystery. Attackers may now move to the next target.

But after that, the airborne warehouse dragging the dirty trail tore the smoke filled sky, several clusters of teardrop shaped refined gold objects smashed to the ground, and teams of huge monsters made of ceramic steel and rotten flesh appeared from the rubble pit at the impact point.

Subsequently, more and more airborne warehouses landed, and even soldiers with rotten armor rushed out of the highly toxic air mass. Their faces were hidden in helmets equipped with inclined grids. Most of the helmets had deep horns or tumors. Through the cracks all over the sticky armor, they could even see peristaltic internal organs.

If you only look at the appearance, no one can imagine that they were a group of tenacious soldiers a long time ago.

The fourteenth army of the great expedition, once known as the dusk raider, was renamed the death guard after the mother was found. At the same time, it was also one of the rebel legions in the Horus rebellion.

But it is worth pondering that Nathaniel Garro, the company commander of the death guard, is also the first person to bring the news of the great rebellion back to Tara.

Although the death guard participated in the great rebellion, it was not what it is now. At that time, the protoplasm still resisted sub space until the protoplasm's left and right hand Tess Feng planned a plot.

When the death guard's fleet headed for Tara, tisfon began to take action. As a company commander of the Corps, he instructed his men to frame and kill the ship's navigators. He claimed that these people were still loyal to the emperor and assured him that he could lead the fleet to Tara without relying on the navigators and using his own think tank.

The protoplasm trusted him, but unexpectedly, he brought the whole Legion into a trap - the death guard fleet helplessly floats in sub space at the mercy of chaos because there is no navigator.

In the boundless floating, the destroyer plague attacked and the death guard was knocked down by it. However, tisphon also received his long-awaited reward from the evil god Naju. He mastered the power of the plague, his body became the habitat of the Naju fly, and his armor became the nest of the plague.

Later, he changed from a company commander of the death guard to the herald of najax and the master of the destroyer's nest. Motalian himself was forced to succumb to the plague and face the pain caused by najax plague like his sons.

The evil god Nazhu came to the mother motalian. He told motalian that if motalian did not swear allegiance to the God of plague, they would be tortured forever.

In desperation, motalian broke his silence and vowed to be loyal to Naqu.

Although the suffering caused by the plague was ended, the death guard was transformed into a rotten army composed of plague soldiers, which has no similarity to what they looked like before they entered subspace.

After the defeat of Horus, motalian led his death guard to launch a war of destruction on more than 20 planets, and finally retreated to the eye of fear, where he also received the final reward of Nazu, and was upgraded to a full-fledged demon prince, ruling one of the greatest plague worlds of Nazu evil god in the eye of fear.

In the long time after that, motalian never stepped out of his plague world, but would send a plague fleet to spread the plague in the galaxy.

He became more and more addicted to the problem of sub space. Although he came back to lead his legion from time to time, when he was away, the Legion began to split into many smaller war gangs.

On the other hand, although the death Guard Corps split into factions, large and small, they never completely disintegrated as a cohesive force.

These war gangs continued to fight under a common and single goal and never excessively devoted themselves to the civil war with other traitor legions. Among all the surviving traitor legions, the death guard was still the most orderly and organized and the most threatening to the Empire.

The end of Mistry is coming.

With appalling efficiency, the death guard landed in the ruins of one festival after another.

They never asked questions and asked for nothing. With the storm like afterwaves, they churned over the ruins of the city. The fierce acid rain splashed on the still hot metal, and the survivors of the overturned city were hunted like mole ants.

But their purpose is not just to kill.

The planet's capital, once the world's most populous city, has attracted more attention than other regions, but now there is only a whole sunken ditch full of smoking debris.

Suddenly, the shimmering air was violently torn and overflowed with a neon arc. The swirling dust was stirred like a poisonous snake, and the residual bricks and gravel rolled down one after another.

At the next moment, the silver sphere appeared on the earth, decorated with the surging dark energy, and the sharp explosion suddenly arose. The fragile appearance of the sphere was torn apart, and the fragments were scattered among the rubble.

In the center stood eight giant figures, seven of them strode out, and the heavy guards held up the scythe. Their corrupt armor was full of scratches and burns, as if they had just escaped from the frenzied battle with a more severe enemy.

The eighth man crane stands among these giants. His ancient armor is covered with rust and deep knife and sword cuts, steaming the frost gas brought by the void. His yellow eyes twinkle under the shroud like white cloak, holding a flag with a huge copper bell.

The knell Messenger, as most people call him.

At the moment, he is watching the demise of a world indifferently. The burning wind roars through the disintegrating city scene, and the infernal fire raging in a messy settlement tower fills it with fuel.