God Emperor’s Angel of Death

Whenever recalling what happened that night, Falla has nothing but regret except fear.

In fact, in addition to him that night, Bodley also escaped. He was able to break free, to a large extent because Bodley, the mechanical teacher priest, made a certain combat transformation on himself very early. .

But not long after they escaped, they were blocked by the rebels.

"In the name of God Emperor, where are you going, wizard?"

It was a strong bald man who was in charge of kidnapping them, and he led the team to block the two of them. In the alley.

He let out an evil laugh, and walked straight towards them. The four followers followed closely and walked through the enclosed space of the alley together.

"Raise your hands obediently, don’t make any extra moves, or I won’t guarantee your safety."

"You stay and don’t move."

Bodri took off the red robe from his body, revealing his strong muscles and the electric discharge device inlaid on his chest, and then he slammed his fists hard, and the fingers on the tiger sparked a spark.

"Garbages, let you know the consequences of offending Omnisiah!"

After speaking, he rushed to the kidnappers.

"You deal with him."

The leader ordered his men, who immediately rushed over to try to grab Bodley and press it on the wall, but they were all caught up as soon as they touched him. The electricity trembled all over, but was knocked to the ground by the opponent punches one by one.

But the bald leader didn't seem to be worried. Instead, he rushed past them, his eyes flashing fiercely.

"He is not a wizard, then only you."

Subconsciously, Falla turned and ran.

There was almost no lighting in the alley. He staggered through the semi-dark area, but the sound of the opponent's footsteps caught up with him.

Here, he could hear Bodri's roar when he was fighting, and the yelling when he realized he was abandoned afterwards.

Faya didn't look back, he just wanted to escape, because he knew the true identity of these kidnappers, and they had no chance of winning.

But the other party still caught him, grabbed the back of his robe and staggered him.

The bald leader, riddled with scars, hit his shoulder with a fist and dragged him to the root of the wall, then slammed him into a pile of dirt.

"Damn monster!"

The bald leader took a sip and slammed Falla's stomach with his fist.

The thin priest bent down, and the air was squeezed out of his lungs. Because he wanted to stand firm and gasped for breath, he instinctively grabbed the water pipe by the side, but was immediately Push back to the wall.

"You would be nothing without your master, right?"

He grabbed Faya's short black hair and forced him to look towards the tunnel behind.

A monster is killing Bodry, that is a purebred gene stealer, and that kind of electric shock has no effect on it.

Bodri was thrown to the ground by it. Before he stopped yelling, his huge claw had already opened his chest and pulled out the bloody internal organs.

Faya's body was filled with shame and anger, and his gurgling breath was stuck.

"Where is the power of your wizard, freak?"

The bald leader sneaked, turning his head and letting the two face each other.

The scarred face looked distorted in the shadows, like an inhuman Xenos—in fact, he was indeed.

"Say, where is your master hiding!"

The bald head raised his fist, ready to teach Falla a lesson.

But with an angry roar, Falla caught him unexpectedly. The purebred gene stealer felt the crisis and turned around to jump away, but was frozen in an instant.

The time in the alley seems to freeze, and everyone's movements remain the previous second.

Only Faya is the exception.

His eyes burned, weird alive, burning rays of light, and his roar turned into a wild roar.

"Your soul is mine, Xenos bastard!!!"

Faya clenched her fist tighter with incredible power, and he was holding it in her hand. The skeleton broke with the damp crunch.

The surging pain and the nightmarish picture coincide and are pushed into the will of this bald Xenos hybrid.

The purebred screamed and lit a supernatural flame, turning it into a torch dripping wax.

Faya then let go of the bald man-his will has been completely ravaged, the whole person knelt down on his knees, his face twisted, and his eyes blank.

He left here and walked towards the residence along the passage in his memory. He knew that after this incident, he could no longer return to his original identity, but he still wanted to take something away. And have an explanation to the three colleagues who died.

Facts proved that he was right. After being questioned by the Legal Department on the 2nd day, he realized that it was difficult for him to continue to hide. He could only use unskilled psychic means to manipulate the interrogator to release himself, and then immediately fled to the mining area.

He didn't dare to take the road, so he could only take a hidden path. In the process, the whimper always echoed in the crowded mouse hole.

This road is very narrow, and there is almost no space to stand on. Most of the area can only be bent and passed before expanding to the larger pits of the surrounding sub-district mining areas.

That's where Falla wants to enter, the No. 14 mine.

If he was given a choice, in fact, he would be more happy to choose prison and shackles instead of getting lost in the dark Underground World.

But his life no longer belongs to him.

He took a dilapidated lamp from the basket at the entrance of the mouse hole. Its flashing light is now his only partner, and he is convinced that with every second of the past shadows are invading it faintly The lighting range.

His shoulder was scratched by the wall of the cave, and after a while he had to push the lamp into the cold, damp mud in front of him, pushing it down in the suffocated space.

He continued, trying not to think about the claustrophobic walls or the dirt that was forcing him.

He can still hear the voice of the other party when he abandons Bodri. The terrifying noise echoed in his mind with Xenos' scream.

For a moment, he seemed to be blind, and when the vision came back he realized that it was not his own.

The strange picture forced itself into his retina, like a slender, mutated limb, and the aftershock of a bright lightning behind him.

He heard sonorous laughter resounding frantically around the dirt corridor.

Something comes for him.

He must leave before it finds him.

He felt that he might be dying, or worse, so he broke out another sob and echoed along the mouse hole.

At this time, an existence responded to him.

A thought broke into his mind. It was a broken voice, a grating sound that was confided to him in the darkest hours of the night—a weird but not entirely aggressive whisper.

Go on.

It urged.

"I can't do it anymore."

Faya said, rubbing her nose with her sleeve, and a blood stain suddenly appeared on the sleeve.

"They have come to me."

There is still time, come to me, now, I will protect your safety.

Faya managed to obey, and managed to force his tired limbs to work when passing through the semi-dark space. He walked very slowly, dragging himself without thinking, as if the advice in his mind had spread to him The rest of the body.

It is an extraordinary willpower that encourages him to act.

Finally, he fell out of the hole and came to the secondary mine, although his body was burning from exhaustion, covered with sticky plaster from head to toe.

Very well, my agent, it's time to completely abandon your past identity and return to your followers.

A certain will drove Falla to stand up, ignoring the pain of her limbs, and placed a crow mask and a feather cloak on the ground.

Faya froze for a while, he didn't know if he really wanted to bid farewell to the past.

But he had no choice. The moment he put on the mask, the weak mechanical teaching priest Falla ceased to exist.

He transformed into a black ghost, staggering down the corridor on the ground, placing the searchlight at the entrance of the mouse hole before going, but did not look back.

Behind him, the light flashed once and then went out.