God Emperor’s Angel of Death

Just as Soshian was actively exploring the ancient secrets of his family, a message came from the distant Lord Magyar.

Mining World Safinius is in urgent need of assistance.

According to the information transmitted by the Star Whisperer, Mazar believes that Safinius’ Xenos threat is already very serious. If we ignore this important energy production site, it will be severely damaged or even fall. .

The main force of the ascetics is now limited to a few nests in the world, and they will be unable to get out for a while. The hidden dangers of Safinius are in the narrow underground mining area, the large force of Astra Militarum. It's hard to be useful.

Soshian naturally understood the importance of Safinius, so he immediately sent a request for intelligence feedback to Safinius.

The other party's response was also very timely, and the first-hand investigation report from the Legal Department soon arrived in Soshian's hands.

After preliminary assessment, he confirmed that Safinius’ Xenos threat had indeed reached the point where it had to be resolved, and it might even be worse.

"The words of those bureaucrats are true and false, and the data is incomplete."

Soshian is standing in the maintenance room, and the servants are helping him remove his armor piece by piece, while surrounding him Moving, while grunting with a mechanical voice.

When the servants took off his torso armor, Soshian felt the cool air in the room touch his skin.

This time he is not alone, Sol is also by his side.

His armor was originally a set of very ordinary power armor, but then he added a little purple to some hidden parts of the armor, and Quan should be the remnant of his memories.

The sky eagle emblem made of flat gold thread is on the surface of the plate armor, a blasting arrow pistol and a sword are hung around his waist, and their grips are decorated with dead bodies.

The servants are also unarming Thor.

Under his carapace, black wing-shaped tattoos and traces of the past are geometric lines on the surface of the muscles.

Pale scars ran across his arms, back and chest, and hair-like lines cut through his skin.

Sol stretched his shoulders, the feathers on the tattoo rippled.

"The ambiguous attitude of the local administrative agency is indeed worthy of attention."

"Did the Legal Department also lie? From the report, if they really encountered this underground A large-scale group of gene stealers, I think their survival rate should not exceed 10% or even lower, but the fact is that they almost retired."

"I believe that the report says To get the facts, at least partly, the Legal Department shouldn’t have concealed too much, and Safinius has never reported any gene-stealers before. If they intend to conceal something, there is no need to expose the iceberg at this time.

Corner."

"If the local executives have been infiltrated, they can continue to conceal it, or even not issue this report, but now the situation is this The report came directly to our hands. Why is this?"

The last part of the armor was also removed, and Soshian felt the fibers of a blouse slip across his neck.

"Because nothing is the same."

Sol's meaningful sentence made Soshian a little confused.

"What do you mean?"

"We should go and see directly."

Sol responded, shaking his arms to stretch his muscles.

"There will be an answer."

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Safiniius No. 14 Mine.

The shadows are scattered and changing along the wall in a way that challenges the natural probability.

The light bulbs began to go out, one by one.

One of the meditator screens in front of the gene stealer Elder broke and burst into a cluster of sparks.

The alarm began to sound, surpassing the wailing in the secret sect hall.

Those shadows continue to move, wave and gather together to form a silhouette, like claws, sharp teeth, and ferocious wild beast heads.

With a roar from the subspace itself, darkness fell.

Elder's bodyguards were the first to die. Those shadows resulted in these fourth-generation hybrids, which were the same as humans, and wrapped them with razor-sharp death.

When darkness poured into their open mouths, their screams became choked and choked, and then tore them from the inside, dismembering and torn them to pieces, shaking the church.

When the sharp claw of darkness and emptiness reached him, Elder staggered back, and then sawtooth-like smoke wrapped around his reading chanting table.

The bodyguards have been quiet, and there are gunshots in the distance, all of which are meaningless.

The only sound now is his flustered breathing.

"The four-armed Divine Sovereign gives me strength--"

Elder stammered, trying to remember the familiar holy word.

"The rays of light you guided are god and sacred, burn all unclean, protect and protect—"

But in the next second, the shadows rushed together, like being Inhale the vacuum.

The distorted darkness becomes a form, like a figure slowly emerging from the thickly entangled black mist, and when the last part is condensed into a gleaming entity, Elder's words become bitter in his mouth .

Weaving out of the ferocious darkness, a creature stands in the center of the church.

It is more than two meters tall, surrounded by a grotesque blue cold light.

The worst thing is the faintly visible covering of the thing-the peeled skin, many of them broken by time, all sewn together and fixed with black iron thorns.

Elder could see withered hands, legs and torso, as well as the face with his mouth open and eyes wide open, hanging like a ridiculous mask on the waist and shoulders of that thing.

Those are their ethnicities, and there is even a patriarch he is familiar with.

But they all died like dogs.

The nightmare existence walked towards Elder. It strode relentlessly, and the air around its figure trembled and exuded majestic energy, and even the screen of the Thinker was short-circuited.

The Elder, who belongs to the fourth-generation hybrid, staggers back, and then trips over the ruffle of his robe.

"Spare—"

He stammered, desperately looking for something, anything, that can stop this monster with meat.

"Forgive me, no."

With a sweep of contempt, the giant swung the warp between them across the room with his arm, and the torn power coil flashed It snapped with a spark.

Elder knelt on his knees, crying and shaking.

He has never been so scared.

This monster is a nightmare that their race has haunted for hundreds of years. If it weren't for it, they would have already occupied the entire world.

The giant leaned down towards him, its shadow covering the last remaining light ball, then stretched out the empty hand and slowly stroked Lao Tzu's forehead.

Elder felt a tingling pain when the thorns nailed to the metal glove pulled on his flesh, but he did not dare to speak.

After that, it spoke.

"It's only you now, are you afraid?"

Elder whispered, a damp spreading under his robe.

The nightmare slightly strengthened the grip.

"Actually, I don’t have time to torture you. You will die very quickly. You should be thankful for that, thank me."

Elder groaned because the nightmare used his hands Clamped his head and lifted him up.

"Thank me."

It ordered.

"Thank you, thank you."

"You are welcome."

The nightmare let out a miserable laugh, which was crushed in the next second His head.