Burn, burn. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

That's the only thing Alice, the arbitrator in the legal department, can see right now.

Is that Astarte? Alice looked at the sudden appearance of the space marines, the ghostly legions, and felt a little uncertain.

The jet-black armor worn by the warriors burned like flames, as did their weapons, whether they were blasters, flamethrowers, or chainsaw swords.

Their weapons were virtually indestructible, and their fury was unstoppable, and Alice watched as the flaming bolts easily tore through the Tyrannic's executioner's armor that could withstand the direct fire of the anti-laser cannon, igniting the flesh beneath the armor and eventually turning it into a flaming torch.

"The Emperor is ......above," Alice muttered to herself, and although Astarte was known as a god, Alice knew that they were nothing more than a more powerful human being...... Although the degree of strength is quite exaggerated by the emperor's selection.

But for these black warriors who suddenly appeared in front of her, Alice was skeptical of her previous guess.

These black warriors are unstoppable gods, who can wipe out and burn a warrior worm with a single shot or sword, and those giant insect king's guards and executioners can only hold out for a few more seconds in vain.

A hive tyrant let out a grief as a black-armored warrior had just pierced a flaming chainsaw sword into its abdomen without hindrance, and sliced the tall tyrant in two with a flick.

Of all the black-armored warriors, one stood out the most, wearing flaming armor like the warriors around him, but that warrior was wearing a black cloak and wielding a massive blade that was forty meters tall and burning with fire.

The tall black-armored commander only swung the giant sword in his hand once, and all the insects within nearly fifty meters around him were reduced to flying ashes, and neither the biochemical plasma of the executioner could shatter the armor of the main battle tank, nor the claws of the gene stealer that could tear through the armor of the Terminator, or even the living cannon of the fire worshippers could not hurt him in the slightest.

"These people...... Is it really a Space Marine? Alice muttered to herself.

"Get here, you old worm!" Suddenly, Alice heard a familiar loud voice: "You don't want to go one step further!" ”

It was Konstantin's voice, and without the slightest hesitation, Alice raised the blaster pistol in her right hand and fired a barrage of bullets, breaking the head of a chicken thief, and then galloped quickly in the direction from which the voice came.

"Come on, old bug!" What appeared in Alice's eyes with the shouting was a scene beyond her imagination.

Konstantin was roaring and leaping towards the tall and terrifying Chicken Thief Elder, the chainsaw sword roaring, and the serrations of the monomolecules rubbed against each other, creating a cacophony of noise.

"Suffer death!" Konstantin slashed the chainsaw sword into the leg covered by the chitinous shell of the chicken thief elder, although the single-molecule chainsaw sword was called sharp, and Konstantin did surpass the strength of mortals, but it could only bring out a long series of sparks, and failed to cut through the chicken thief elder's shell deeply.

"Be careful!" Alice picked up the blaster and pulled the trigger, unleashing a series of accurate bursts that whizzed into the Chicken Thief Elder's shell.

If it were just an ordinary genestealer, this set of bursts would be enough to tear open his carapace and blow his body to shredded flesh.

But that's not the case with the one in front of you.

The Chicken Thief Elder let out a terrifying roar, then swung his right claw violently, so fast that it was completely impossible to react.

Sharp claws tore open Kon's chest, and the tip passed through the commissar's front chest, bleeding from behind.

"Poof!" The commissar spat out a mouthful of blood, but he didn't let go, "With the wrath of the emperor, qnmd dead bugs!" ”

The commissar gripped the claw tightly with his left hand and swung the chainsaw sword with all his might, slashing at the claw attached to his chest.

"Flutter!" With an almost reciprocal blow, Konstantin severed the right claw of the Elder of the Gene Stealer, and then slammed it into the ground from mid-air.

The Elder Chicken Thief shook his severed right claw as if in pain, and then moved his evil eyes to stare at the human who dared to hurt him.

"Don't you think, bug!" Alice shouted, putting away her denied blaster pistol and picking up her battle shotgun.

A dense rain of bullets blasted into the chest of the Chicken Thief Elder, and even such a tall beast couldn't help but take a few steps backwards in pain.

But it also drew its attention to the Alice Arbitrator.

In an instant, the Elder Chicken Thief disappeared from Alice's field of vision, and then, a huge force came, and by the time Alice reacted, the huge Elder Chicken Thief had already stepped on Alice with one foot, and his long tongue also stretched out.

Alice immediately understood what the evil alien was up to.

"Don't you want to infect me, Alien!" The arbitrator struggled to his feet, but the xenomorph remained unmoved, only slowly leaning down its ugly face, saliva dripping slowly.

Alice began to reach for the shock hammer she had placed on her waist, but she could barely move a single point as she was steadily trampled on the ground by the Chicken Thief Elder.

Suddenly, a beam of fire struck the Chicken Thief Elder on the head, and the explosion tore open the chitin shell of its head without hindrance, and greenish-yellow pus flowed from it.

The Elder Chicken Thief let out a strange scream, then jumped to his feet, covered his head, and quickly jumped away.

Alice hurriedly stood up, holding the shotgun and shock hammer in her hands, only to see a black-armored warrior standing not far away with a blaster and pouring tongues of fire.

Alice knew that he had saved her, but it was probably just an insignificant matter to the black-armored warriors.

However, there are people in front of you who need more care.

Alice searched around, and soon found the commissar who still had a claw in his chest.

"Your Excellency the Commissar!" Alice shouted, leaning over at the same time, "Are you okay?" ”

"Phew!" The political commissar spat bloody phlegm and struggled to open his one-eye, "I didn't expect it to be you in the end, little girl...... But there's no time, I don't know if I'll be able to make it through, so, now, listen to me carefully, and I'll give you the lives of these remaining little cubs. ”

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The actual situation of the Cursed Legion is not well known, but some collated and compared reports can give a glimpse of the tip of the iceberg. They are always at the rescue of a crisis in a moment's notice, which means that even prophets and prophets have a predictive power that cannot be matched.

No matter how the Legion of Curses appears, there is always no warning. They emerge from the fog of fire and attack from nothingness, embellished with the Tomb Chapter. Clad in black ceramic armor, the Legion slashes their foes with silent and swift terrifying efficiency.

Whether in the bright lights of the Planetary Governor's Mansion or in the middle of the day, their armor is like a source of light that cannot illuminate them even in direct light. Conversely, the skull totem on its armor is ignited by flames, making them appear as if they are in flames. These flames appear to be psionic fires in nature, as the Legionnaire's blade burns more strongly after slashing enemies. There is evidence that some Legionnaires would burn like pillars of fire in the heat of battle; In these specific instances, these instances will fight with ferocity unmatched before succumbing to the flames and being sent into the Void.

Witnessing the Cursed Legion in battle up close is like witnessing true combat prowess, combining Space Marine's superhuman strength with weapon mastery. The sword pierced into the enemy's defenseless weakness, and the bone hand stabbed into the opponent's throat and the eye socket exploded before the hand could reach back, and their board was already decorated with blood red. At the same time, an enemy attempting to escape is killed by throwing knives; There is no such thing as disability, only absolute death.

The Cursed Legion's masterful calculations of every move are amazed even by the standards of a Space Marine. While their ornate ceramic armor is as effective as any Space Marine's armor, Legionnaires are capable of withstanding attacks that would shatter even Terminator armor. The slash of the power sword was like slicing through air, and the heat melt and plasma volley could not hurt a single cold hair. There were times when Legionnaires were wounded by weapons, but the pain still didn't slow them down, and those who witnessed it believed that only ghosts could do it, but the destruction it caused was the best proof of such beliefs.

In all sightings, the Legion of the Cursed is always covered with the flames of vengeance. Not only are their blasters capable of firing flames that ignite the air, but they are also equipped with a number of Flame Guns, Heavy Flame Launchers, and Multi-Barrel Heat Melt Guns to burn away enemies who retreat in the Legion's Assault, which soon find their strengths burned to ashes by a pile of fire weapons. However, after analyzing the operation report, it has led to a deeper mystery about the seemingly ordinary killing tactics. Imperial scholars believe that they can fire more ammunition than the pods they possess.