"Don't panic! Open fire! Aim at the sky!"
Gonzaro saw a midnight lord gliding low in the crowd, his clawed feet swept across the heads, his helmet carved into a roaring skull face, and his eyes flashed with cold flames.
The harsh roar turned into a whisper as he swept through the crowd.
"Scream...we are here for you..."
The Death Watchmen responded immediately.
"For the Emperor!"
The bomb guns in their hands were firing fiercely, while the midnight raptors rose rapidly, circling to avoid them, laughing and tormenting, but only killing those who escaped.
"Damn it, the timid bastard will come down if you have a breed!"
Duntaye cursed and shot the shadows that quickly swept through the sky with a bomb gun, wielding the battle axe in his hand.
Suddenly, all the searchlights in the square burst, followed by a rich shadow, and the visibility instantly dropped to less than five meters.
"Um!?"
Before Dontale heard the thrust, his instinct gave him enough warning and immediately roared and hid to the side, then a clawed foot hit his shoulder armor.
The enemy dived and carried huge power to knock down the wild wolf. He crashed into the stairs of the Governor's Mansion. The three panicked militia were immediately crushed into flesh paste by the heavy Space Marines, and even the concrete ground cracked.
But Dontay had no choice but to worry about the minced flesh and bones under him, and instinctively rolled to the side, tearing the claws to his previous position, splitting the floor.
The space wolf stood up at lightning speed and waved the battle axe to slash at the opponent, but the opponent dodged, and then the explosive gun on the claws suddenly shot, tearing his chest.
Duntaye turned sideways and pressed against the attack with his shoulder armor. The armor thrusts up, but disrupted his attack. The Raptor immediately ignited his backpack and rushed to him, knocked off his bomb rifle, grabbed it and threw it down, and stepped on his chest with one foot, and nailed him to the ground with the other foot.
"Your rotten corpse pseudo-emperor is a lie..."
The abhorrent voice drifted out of the beastly head and the cracked jaw, and saliva dripped even down to the armor of Death Watch.
"The foolish always turn a blind eye to the truth!"
"Go to die heresy!"
Before the claws were cut off, the wild wolf roared and raised his empty arms upwards.
A grenade that had already opened the fuse flew to a height of twenty meters, then exploded in an instant when the Raptor reacted, and the explosive power and shock wave pushed both of them away instantly.
Duntaye gritted his teeth, and his body slid along the rock concrete in a spark, and the abused power armor made a sharp friction sound.
When he got up with his axe, every breath teared his chest like a burst of broken glass, but he still roared with his arms raised and jumped up.
The raptor was igniting his backpack and trying to take it off, but the battle axe slashed firmly on his back and dragged him directly back to the ground.
The two began to roll and fight. The wild wolf smashed the opponent's chin with a head hammer, and the opponent's sharp claws also tear a deep scratch on his left face.
But in the end, the wild wolf's battle axe tore open the other party's throat, and blood sprayed over ten meters above the altitude. The corpse of the bird of prey only trembled for a few seconds and stopped making any moves.
When he stood up, he was almost as ragged as the thing he had killed, covered in blood.
"Brothers, I--"
When the Wolf just tried to find his comrades, the shadow suddenly disappeared, as if the whole world had turned white.
The next second, the ground under his feet was torn apart like paper, and it was kneaded into a ball in the sharp steel hands, and a wave of extreme pain followed.
Pain filled the entire universe, and countless banshee-like screams drowned out his senses. Subspace slowly entered the physical universe like a descending blade. All the light that once existed was sucked away, and all reality was swallowed and burned.
"What--"
Duntaye fell to his knees, and when he raised his head with difficulty,
A giant stood on the roof of the broken Governor's House, with shattered leather wings folded together, the body transformed between substance and nothingness, and the eyes were like fire, releasing smoke and ash.
Suddenly, the shadow changed, becoming a twisted and tightened flesh and blood, filled with evil runes, and in each dimension, there seemed to be different faces, and then those faces flew in a flash, turning into smoke, as if they felt uncomfortable because of the entity - when it opened its mouth, the non-material energy burned in its throat, which emitted not light, but shadow.
It was filled with smoke, like the steam of a forge, and the thorns of shadows protruded from the spine, and as it breathed, the light and shadow swayed, as if proclaiming that the eternal night had risen, and that light would never come.
That's not true.
It's beyond the real again.
But that's it, Vasco Gore, the lord of Shadow Ghost, nicknamed Shadow Claw, a demon prince.
Then Duntaye saw the comrades in the Death Watch staggering in the smoke and shadows, each with wounds on his body, Gonzaro's helmet also fell off, with more than a dozen wounds bleeding from his dark face, and six raptors lying on the ground, and three corpses of Death Watch lie. Duntaye remembers their names.
Braford, from the Roaring Griffons.
Amaniyaz, from the Eagle Warriors Chapter.
Pascal, from the Emperor's Spear Chapter.
Dontaye did not like them all, but his comrades are comrades after all, and they are blood ties that transcend each other's relationship. They live together and die together.
"Let's see you..."
Struggling to stand, the bloody wolf looked up at the terrifying avatar that had defiled reality with its existence, and the raptors were there, but now they were still still and silent, as if they had become statues of darkness.
Suddenly, the demon prince pulled the chain on his hand, the eyes of humans glared at the death watch below, with endless mockery.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! As the chains are thrown out, several broken corpses are hung on the roof of the Governor's Mansion, which are members of the Killing Squad who lurked in the city before.
"You have become weaker than I remember..."
When it opens, with some evil taste, the sound mixes screaming and echoes of tortured souls, twisted and terrifying, forming in all the brains.
As he said that, it raised its hand and pointed to a crack in its left chest.
"At least he can leave me this when I kill the guy named Modas,"
It moved its foot, the long limb tips that were hard to call the foot, the black claws shone brightly, and the friction with the roof sparked with sparks—they were not forged with flesh or metal, but with the original matter of darkness itself.
"Look at that, what a wonderful hunting ground."
As it pointed its finger to the sky, demonic raptors flew around like vultures, chainsaw swords roaring, guns shining in the darkness, they cheered, giggled, screamed, and shone evil light on their twisted armor, like embers in coal stoves.
All the birds of prey gathered above the city like scavengers, ready to have a big meal.
As they swoop together, the sky is filled with their howls and hisses supported by any unnatural forces.
The devil prince let out a pleasant roar, happy at the massacre, and the whine rose like smoke—the screams of the fearful, the groans of the tormented, the cry of the dying, these sounds amplified by the shadows, impacting all the nerves of the watchful death.
"Have you tasted it?"
It lowered its head and whispered:
Chapter completed!