God Emperor’s Angel of Death

"I am a warrior, I will not disobey the command of Chapter!"

Salperdon said loudly, his voice echoing in the empty meditation In the room, a phantom floated in front of him, flashing above the burning body of an Astral Whisperer.

It was also a tall figure wearing a golden Battle Armor, but his eyes looked very hollow, the armor’s exhaust holes kept emitting smoke, si si made a sound, and his hand was a power claw. Holding the burning long sword in the other hand.

This is the image of the sacred God Emperor.

Looking at each other, Salperdon’s skin tingled faintly, and sweat was gushing out.

On the floor, the star whisperer with a large body twitches, and blisters emerge from the epidermis. It will not survive-although it is a waste, it is helpless.

Subspace empowers think tanks, including navigation and communication in distant space.

Although navigators are still required to guide most ships, and the use of Astral Whisperers to transmit the news to the scattered army, the subtle skills and mysterious ideas of the think tank make it more precise.

Even through some dark means, they can enable ships to pass through the formidable power, smash the storm of the most powerful fleet, and communicate across galaxies as clear as talking in the same room.

But, just like the power of all creatures involved in subspace, all of this comes at a price.

Salperdon originally despised this way, but the situation forced him to use this method.

Before the soul and soul fire were split, the person lying on the ground had Is a Star Whisperer.

Now, his soul is combined with subspace creatures, which allows Sarperdon to find help in subspace.

But this kind of contact will cost blood and life, and in many cases, these creatures will not be able to achieve the goal.

On this evening, he has killed three Star Whispers.

"I just need you to help me find the spirit spear. Only if I find that thing, I can explain it to Chapter."

Salperdon leaned on his chainsaw sword , The armor trembles slightly.

"I am the messenger of fate, and your fate is in my eyes. If you do not resist, you and your comrades will all be destroyed by the running dogs of the Lord of Carrion."

"White teeth, big talk, twister."

"haha, look at you, Sarpedon, you have served Chapter for five hundred years, but you must obey the command of a rookie. I don't understand the mission and vision of the soul drinker!"

The creation quickly changed its tone.

"Imperium is completely decayed. You know this deeply. Gorge is just a conservative person who blindly follows the vows of the past. He will only make Chapter vulgar and weak, but you can Make Chapter powerful, and you should become the true Sovereign of Chapter! You should enjoy true honor!"

"Shut up, devil, you are just a flatterer. Tell me what I want to know, only When the decision comes from the owner and not his dog, it can be called honor."

"The soul spear is on a space abandoned city Brokeback, and it is not far from you."

"Tell me the specific direction."

"You haven't offered a real sacrifice yet--"

"Wait!"

The other party The speed of disappearance was so fast that Sarpedon could only see the vague afterimage.

In the blink of an eye, the image disappeared, leaving only the smell of sulfur and caramel tumbling in the air.

The Star Whisperer on the ground began to twist violently, and then his body burst, and a lot of blood poured out of the blind man's mouth.

A high-pitched wailing sounded in Salperdon's mind. He stared at the empty front for a while, then drew the explosive pistol and fired a shot.

In an instant, the scraps of meat and bones splashed around, and the air calmed down.

"Waste these materials so casually."

A murmur came from behind.

"It explains something."

Salperdon turned around, didn't put down the gun in his hand, his eyes locked on the target all at once.

He may be a little angry, but after all, he is still a vulgar person. There is no extra movement, only the finger is pressed on the trigger.

"What does it say?"

Salperton asked.

Under the black cloak, a pale skull stared at Maroguest, and slowly rotated as he aimed and held the trigger finger.

"Perhaps it says you are very kind."

Behind the skull, a slightly joking voice replied.

"Then how did you come in."

Salperton speaks slowly, like chatting in the afternoon.

The silhouette approached silently, it was high, and the large number of skulls on the armor surface made it feel like a Sarpedon tingling, but he did not give up aiming.

"It may mean you are angry."

"Answer me, Iktynos, or I will tear you to pieces and throw you into space. "

"Perhaps it means you are cruel."

Salperdon's fingers are tight, and the inside of the explosive pistol can be fired at any time.

"Don't provoke me, priest."

"It says, if it is useless, I will abandon it."

Soul Drinker’s The chief pastor, the holy lord of the Chapter, Ichtinos tilted his head.

"Is that so? I will write it down for authenticity analysis."

Although Sarperdon knows him, Ichtinos always tells him to be impatient Live, want to burn this bastard to death on the spot.

He is not like most pastors, too emotional, too secretive, and too disturbing.

"How did you enter this room."

"As the spiritual representative of Chapter, I can go anywhere."

"Not here ."

"As long as there is a Chapter brother, I can go."

Ichtinos tilted his head.

"However, if my intrusion brings you emotional discomfort, I will apologize to you and restore your mind to balance."

Salperdon hangs down Arms, take a deep breath, calm your mind.

For think tanks, anger has its uses, and all emotions have corresponding uses.

No matter how much his instinct wants to kill the priest, he can't do it.

As Iketinos preached, he is the divine elephant sign of Chapter and the caretaker of the souls of brothers.

Salperton knows nothing about the real him, but he can perceive the taste of subspace in him.

He cannot kill him, nor can he kill himself. If both of them want to try, there is no doubt that it will trigger a civil war in Chapter.

And the danger of the first civil war is looming.

"Why are you looking for me?"

Salperton intends to change a topic that will make him less excited.

"The Star Whisperer has received the long message from our Chapter for five days, how do you plan to respond."

Behind the calm face, Salperdong brain There are many ideas in the middle, but what can be confirmed is that not many people know about it.

"This matter has nothing to do with you."

"No, it has something to do with us. I will pay close attention to it."

"He is the chapter chief , His command is above all else."

"So you plan to obediently surrender?"

Iktynos pulled his hood and moved towards the place where the smoke was condensed Go, where the remains of the Star Whisperer lay down.

"Your words, the authenticity is incomplete, you don't really think that our action is wrong, do you?"

"Wrong or not is determined by Gorge."

Salperdon didn't care, and met the gaze of the skull visor opposite.

"You can retire, I still have work to do. The sightseeing is over. You'd better say hello before you come."

The priest pauses for a second, then Slowly disappeared into the dark entrance.

"Warriors are not blind, Sarperdon, you have everyone's hope on your shoulders, you should..."

Iktynos paused, obviously considering it.

"Make the right choice."

Then he left the meditation room.

"I—"

Salperton muttered to himself as the door closed.

"Yes."