God Emperor’s Angel of Death

Finally, with the completion of the purification of the Unbound Soul, the machine must be dealt with.

"Chapter long, your... ability must have an effect on it, so I suggest you destroy it directly."

After a while of silence, the priest proposed his own opinion.

"It is still very useful."

Suddenly, a lazy voice sounded from behind the two of them.

Soshian looked back and found that it was Saivita.

"Boy, think back, the function of this thing, with it, your fleet in the subspace will have no disadvantages."

Indeed, Savita is right. , The ability of this machinery is quite powerful for a fleet, which is equivalent to others saying that when you are blind and sailing in the subspace, you have your eyes open and you know who is walking nearby.

"Think about it, it's just a tool. A tool is not good or bad. It just depends on the person who uses it."

"We must never use the power of the devil."

Yazdan immediately refuted this remark.

"This is Astarte's bottom line."

"Ha, this is not the bottom line. This is called rigid. If you know what power your loyalists used back then Later, I won’t say that."

"Okay."

Soshian interrupted the argument between the two of them. He stepped forward and pulled off the chain on the door. , And then push it away.

A huge dark machine stands in front of him, like a creeping giant beast, on which you can still see the remaining blood and the profanity.

As the door was pushed open, a burst of fine whispers began to echo in everyone's eardrums.

"The predecessor Chapter Chang told me at the last moment."

He slowly pulled out the Sacred Yan sword on his waist, his face gradually turning pale.

Those whispers gradually turned into curses and screams.

"There is a boundary between use and collusion."

Ka-cha, the Sacred Yan sword sank deeply into the machine, and those curses and roars turned into wailing. And keep weakening.

Soshian twisted the sword abruptly, then pulled it out, and suddenly a lot of deep purple liquid spilled from the crack, like a bleeding wound.

With every breath he takes, the power of the gray marrow is increasing. He put his hands into the gap and submerged the liquid, seeming to want to choke something.

Slowly, the liquid froze, and then began to drift away like dust.

"This is my answer."

Savita looked at him, did not speak, but spit on the ground, then turned and walked out of the warehouse.

When I left the warehouse door, I met Thor who was leaning on the edge of the door with both hands crossed near chest.

"So, I won."

Looking at Sol's victory smile, Savita cursed, and then strode out.

"Each one is a dead brain, what Eleven Legion, I think you are Don’s cubs..."

Sol shook the head with a smile, and then Walking into the warehouse, it happened that Soshian was also walking out at this time, and the two collided.

"Instructor Thor?"

"Just right."

Sol took out a data board and gave it to Soshian.

"This is the message from the Ascetic Chapter half an hour ago, you can read it."

Soshian took the data board and spent two minutes scanning the contents. After that, his brows squeezed into a ball immediately.

"Serious riots broke out in Valledo? The groups sent to suppress them lost contact? Suspected signs of chaotic activity. The signer is... Magistrate Marcus Ognis Lucle Si."

He put down the data board in his hand and said worriedly:

"Valedo has a major event."

916.M41, Watt Ledo, ninth parish, 4337 Infantry Regiment Line of Defense

Javier is a dying man, covered in blood.

He ran desperately, doing everything possible to drive his tired legs.

His lungs are burning because of inhaling too much exhaust gas, but he can't take care of so much at this time.

He ran wildly along the track line, behind him came the sound of laser cutting machine and incinerator working, the punching machine stumbling and repeating exactly the same work, Crane continuously brought in carriages of different specifications Move.

This was originally a station. It was still in operation half an hour ago, until those people showed up...

The roaring machine kept sucking dust into the air, making Havel almost It is difficult to open your eyes.

Everything exudes the smell of burning and death, and it tastes the same.

It could also be the smell of Movi's blood splashing into his mouth. He retched desperately, but still couldn't vomit anything.

The cracked face of the comrade-in-arms, the splashing plasma still can't dissipate in his mind, and the last shout of his lifetime also echoed continuously in his mind.

"Shoot, you idiot! Shoot!"

Javier heard the voice coming from behind, the cultists, they laughed wildly, using their weapons to A strange rhythm beating the train cars.

Those cursed scimitars and ceremony daggers killed most of the people in Havel Company. The cultists slowly opened their bodies and enjoyed their screams. Laughing wildly and smearing blood on their bodies.

This made Javier hiding in hiding so disgusting, but he still couldn't shoot.

The line of defense is about to fall, everything is over!

Click, click, click--

These sounds are everywhere, they sound so close.

The throne is on, he doesn't want to die like that, he was tortured to death by the dagger!

In other words, he simply didn't want to die, whether it was dying gloriously or dying miserably like everyone else.

He wants to live.

Javier started running again, he tasted other flavors in his mouth, mixed with the smell of dust and blood.

It was a bit salty, tears rolled into his mouth with the dust on his face.

"Come back, poor soldier!"

The cultists behind him yelled arrogantly. Not long ago, they were the most devout God Emperor followers.

"We are not over yet!"

The voice passed through the gap between the machines into Havel's ears, and he walked through the car, trying to avoid it.

The unconscious machine servants still lowered their heads to repeat their work, and did not notice the Havel running by, most of them have been knocked down or dismembered.

It's not that Javier never thought of counterattack, but he couldn't kill anything, he couldn't even pull the trigger.

He can't save his fellow Movi, his comrades, and anyone.

He almost ran to the end of the station. The front of the last train was lying on the rails, like a giant beast in the smoke. It was still but frightening.

He can hide under it if he can run over.

But Javier failed to do it.

His eyes were full of exhaust gas, dust and their blood. He stumbled towards the target, but hit something in the shadows and fell to the ground. The strange thing was that the collision did not make him feel pain.

"Yo, kid, you seem to be lost."

But he quickly yelled out in despair because he ran into something worse, one that once made him Something that couldn't sleep all night--

A cult covered in blood was looking down at him with crazy eyes.