Chapter 267

As a Death Cult killer, Malthus gave full play to his killing skills, almost killing all the heretics with artistic techniques.

Death worship is a kind of organization existing in the Empire. Its members express their respect for the Immortal Emperor through the exploration of death art. Many people often think that death worship is a branch of the assassin court, but in fact it has almost nothing to do with the assassin court. In a sense, death worship is a non-governmental organization.

But its influence is far beyond the people.

Both the state religion and the trial court generally follow the idea that death and blood are the cornerstone of human survival. Only by constantly sacrificing can human beings overcome the dark and cruel universe, and the broken body of the divine emperor is the evidence of this truth.

Under the influence of this belief, it is not surprising that Zoroastrianism can flourish in the territory of the Empire.

It is the shadow of the imperial church bathed in glory, and it is also the most dangerous heresy recognized by the judges.

Although some die worshippers have gone astray, most die worshippers are still devout followers of the golden throne.

For them, every death, every wound, every drop of blood is a worship of the Immortal Emperor.

Their purposes, creeds, forms of organization and scope of activities may be very different, but even the most normal members of the Death Cult are more likely to fall into the abyss than ordinary people.

Although there are various differences, most death worshippers can be roughly divided into four branches, namely blood sect, dead sect, resurrection sect and national sect.

Calthas is an assassin of the blood sect.

As the most famous and common branch of death worship, the blood sect focuses on the act of bleeding itself - the art of killing and the moment of death.

Although members of the sect often showed heresy and blood addiction, the imperial authorities always deliberately ignored it.

This tolerance comes from the well-known fact that the members of the cult of death hate the enemies of mankind deeply, and they provide invaluable help to the church and the court of Justice - fanatical, loyal and skilled killers.

What's more, some death worshippers are inextricably linked with the assassin court.

The cruel environment of many feudal and wild worlds provided fertile soil for the development of Zoroastrianism, but the shadow of Zoroastrianism also existed on the dark and narrow bottom nest, the treacherous noble court, and even the steel deck of the empty star ship.

These mystical orders, which focus on the deadly arts of blades, bullets and poisons, flourish in all corners of the Empire.

More specifically, calthas actually belongs to the son of the underworld in the blood sect of death worship.

The son of the underworld is a Death Cult branch in the form of mercenaries. They will clearly price each killing, and their asking price will fluctuate according to the target status and tight protection.

The sect was originally a mercenary company hired to participate in the vicious trade war in the kalisis sector.

In the process, it gradually developed into an assassin freedom Association, providing skilled killers, gladiators and saboteurs for anyone who can afford it.

Although they are only loyal to what they can get, the organization believes that every contract they have is sacred and inviolable - obviously, a treacherous assassin organization cannot survive for a long time.

Therefore, every son of the underworld who betrays the contract will face anger from the association.

Although they fight for interests, once they encounter those heresies or aliens, they will fight like mad dogs. Their hatred for the enemy of the emperor has almost become their instinct, which is also an important reason why judges like to hire the son of the dark god.

The emergence of calthas completely disrupted the deployment of these heretics. They became chaotic and uneasy. Marcus decided to seize this opportunity.

"Destroy the enemy when they retreat!"

Marcus raised his ancestral sword, and the blade wrapped around the psionic field slid through the water mist.

"Give them death! In the name of the emperor!"

Soon, unable to withstand the attack, the enemy began to retreat to the bunker defense line composed of casting machines.

They did not escape blindly, but retreated in an organized way, using smoke as a cover. Some people held bulletproof shields to protect their teammates behind and on their sides, forming a mobile defense line.

"Chandler!"

Cried Marcus.

"Deal with those shields!"

The bounty hunter smiled and raised his double barreled grenade launcher - the bounty hunter was famous for his "temper" when he was in the nest, not only his character, but also the weapons he used.

People who knew him hid in the shadow of the casting machine before Chandler pulled the trigger.

Then, with a bang, the automatic device hit more than a dozen grenades into the shield array of the heretic guards.

The grenade exploded almost immediately without giving the enemy any chance to escape. For a time, shields and various fragments flew around with the fire.

Due to the dense smoke and flame, Marcus could not see the specific damage, but he could hear the sound of armor and bone breaking, howling in pain, and the debris from the explosion of human tissue rained around him.

"What shield, judge?"

Chandler carried the grenade launcher on his shoulder and shouted.

Farsas laughed, even if it didn't sound very pleasant.

"Keep moving!"

Marcus came out of the bunker and shouted.

Then they went straight to the warehouse that maintained the workshop. In the process, the air they breathed was mixed with dust, smoke and blood.

The heretics who were not killed by grenades began to flee. Without the previous order, Marcus fired two shots in the back and brought down two fleeing enemies cleanly.

Verne also carried out accurate shooting while moving forward. The beam of the improved laser sniper rifle lit up the hall, and the heretics kept falling and dying.

But while moving, Marcus was hit by a sudden large caliber ammunition.

"Ah --"

With a loud cry, the bullet left a fist big depression on his silver breastplate. The huge impact made the judge dizzy and unable to aim.

But he still saw the man who shot him. A tall thin man was wearing blue and purple shell armor, and a well cut stone replaced one of his eyes, which was probably a sign of his status in heresy.

Then he raised his shotgun and fired again, with a strange smile on his mouth.

"Damn it!"

Dizzy, Marcus raised his pistol, but before he fired, calthas jumped out of the shadow and pressed the man under him.

Marcus heard the sound of shotgun shooting and the cruel laughter of Death Cult killers.

He squatted on the ground and tried to breathe until the pain eased, and Chandler and Verne had driven away other fleeing enemies, which enabled Marcus to get to the position of calsas.

The heresy under him was breathless, his throat was cut, the stones in his eyes were buckled out, his jaw was cut off, and blood flowed all over the ground.

The assassin tried to pick up the stone, but the judge stopped him.

"Don't move."

Then Marcus bent down, took out a pair of tweezers from his bag and picked up the stone.

"This is a psionic crystal."

After looking at it for a moment, Marcus came to his judgment.

"It's probably used for the so-called 'Blessing', but it's actually to control these unlucky people."

With that, he threw the crystal to the ground and crushed it with one foot.

"Judge! Here is a car that can be used!"

Chandler's voice sounded. Marcus looked up and saw that the other party had opened the door of an off-road vehicle, which should also belong to a Star Army Infantry Regiment.

But anyway, at least they don't have to walk.

"Come on! Get in the car! Let's get out of here."