The Emperor’s Angel of Death

#1178 - The Legacy of Ctesiphon (V)

"Damn it! It's a psyker Ork! Eliminate it first!"

Kylo Aleksey shouted, activating his jump pack and quickly propelling himself forward.

An alarm blared insistently, but he ignored it, leaving his comrades behind in the formation. This supernatural horror had to be exterminated without exception.

Other warriors followed, while another Ork pulled out a heavy gun and began to sweep it around.

Rangers were constantly hit and fell, while their return fire was absorbed by the personal shields on the Orks.

To make matters worse, because it was an ambush, they carried almost no heavy weapons!

"Concentrate fire with grenades!"

Under Kylo Aleksey's command, the Rangers threw more than a dozen high-powered plasma grenades.

The violent explosions destroyed the gun-wielding Ork's shield, and its muscles instantly turned into vapor by the burning plasma.

The psyker Ork responded by spewing out a kaleidoscope of energy, instantly vaporizing another eight Rangers.

"Die!"

Kylo Aleksey rushed towards the psyker Ork with all his might, his high-frequency cutting blade forcefully slicing through the opponent's shield, and then firing his shoulder-mounted plasma cannon continuously at point-blank range!

The intense light pierced the psyker Ork like a spear, the entire control system of the combat armor became chaotic, Kylo Aleksey could only see frantic static electricity twitching constantly, his aiming system malfunctioned, and there was no response.

Then, with an explosion, the combat armor's power unit stopped working.

Unable to resist the storm due to the power system failure, Kylo Aleksey fell to the side, but his audio receiver picked up a fanatical and terrifying roar from the Ork outside—he had confirmed that he had killed the psyker Ork, then only the big guy was left, and his comrades should be able to handle him.

Kylo Aleksey twitched his fingers in convulsions, each twitch calling for slaughter.

But he couldn't move for a while.

The display flickered with faulty icons, even they were offline, and his throat felt like it was burning with every breath.

The helmet was filled with smoke, the burning stench was suffocating, Kylo Aleksey's eyes were tearing up, he struggled to undo the helmet's restraints, and quickly put on a breathing mask.

The smell of boiling vomit scratched at Kylo Aleksey's throat, he felt his lungs burning, and his hands were on the ground, as fragile as a newborn.

When he looked up, blade-sharp sand tore at his face and hands.

Then, a sudden gust of wind threw him out, Kylo Aleksey could only crawl backwards over the edge of the dune, the wounds on his fingers were already deep enough to see the bone, and terrible pain wrapped around him, because he felt like his fingers were about to break.

Another gust of sand blew over, Kylo Aleksey tried to block his face, but fell and coughed violently, shattered pieces of armor tormented his battered body like fire.

Now with his mind in chaos, he tried to concentrate and see how the battle was going.

In the howling wind, a continuous buzzing sound grew louder and louder, accompanied by the fine, grating sound of metal, and a tall figure walked out of the storm.

Kylo Aleksey was stunned, the silver-helmeted Ork wasn't dead.

Not only was he not dead, but in his left hand he was holding an iron cable strung with blood-stained helmets and the heads of Rangers—

Almost thirty of them!

It wasn't until he was so close that he realized that this beast's body was a mixture of organic matter and metal, the ugliest thing Kylo Aleksey had ever seen.

Under the dazzling silver horned helmet, a scarred head stood in the storm, its smile obscured by a protruding metal chin.

"Green scum!"

At this moment, Kylo Aleksey had no fear, only endless anger in his heart.

He activated his jetpack and leaped forward, firing his shoulder-mounted plasma cannon continuously, but it only harmlessly dissipated on the opponent's armor.

Then, his left hand was grabbed by the opponent, and at that moment he clearly heard the sound of armor and bones being crushed, and couldn't help but roar.

The pain almost took all the strength from his body, the Ork lifted Kylo Aleksey's arm and held him up in front of him, his eyes filled with endless mockery.

The dying prey seemed to amuse the Ork, and he relaxed his guard.

At this moment, Kylo Aleksey suddenly raised his head, turned the plasma cannon on his shoulder towards his left arm, and then fired at his own shoulder.

The Ork didn't expect this at all, and was stunned for a moment.

It was this split-second hesitation that gave Kylo Aleksey the opportunity. The moment his arm was cut off, he activated the only remaining nozzle device and pushed it to maximum power, immediately sending his whole body forward, and also pulling Kylo Aleksey towards the Ork.

Using this momentum, he forcefully sent the high-frequency cutting blade on his right arm into the opponent's unprotected neck, while simultaneously firing the plasma cannon continuously at the Ork's face.

"Aaaaaaaaargh!!"

The Ork roared madly, Kylo Aleksey was also roaring, his eyes flashing red, ignited by the flames of war.

Then, with a violent slash of his arm, the huge head rolled from the wind, and Kylo Aleksey was also brought to the ground.

It took a long, long time for him to climb back up from the ground.

The storm had temporarily dissipated, and covered in blood, he knelt on the ground and looked around. In the sand were only corpses, those who had been laughing and talking with him not long ago, and who trusted him wholeheartedly.

Looking at all this, he couldn't help but feel sorrow, and looked up to the endless sky and roared—

"I will kill you all!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Even if I can't, my descendants, the descendants of the Aleksey family, will definitely do it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

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"Truly a brave and warlike man."

Xerxes looked at that arm for a while, as if listening to a story, and after he withdrew his gaze, he stood up.

Except for the envoy of the Wanderers, all the courtiers knelt neatly, because they knew that their monarch was about to announce some decisions.

"Kylo Aleksey, I grant you the title of Gotschiel, you will help me build a brand new army called the Undying Army, they will be the key to resisting the Orks."

Kylo Aleksey looked at Xerxes towering in front of him and responded indifferently:

"I don't need any titles, nor am I anyone's subject or servant, I only do what is within my duty."

"Bold! How dare you contradict His Majesty!"

"Too presumptuous! He should be punished with tongue-cutting!"

"Someone! Guards!"

Kylo Aleksey's attitude immediately drew dissatisfaction from the courtiers, and even Elena couldn't help but frown.

But Xerxes pressed his palm down, and everyone immediately fell silent.

Then, he smiled and looked at Kylo Aleksey, and said:

"Then what is within your duty?"

"To kill Orks."

"That's right, I guarantee that we will kill any Ork who sets foot on the ground."