God Emperor’s Angel of Death

"Can you keep us alive?"

Hearing these words, Salperton guessed that the other party had been shaken, so said with a slight smile :

"It depends on the situation. Besides how many people struggling on whilst at death's door in this world, that can't be called alive."

"You killed Many people."

"Life is cruel everywhere, the galaxy has no love for us, I will let some of you live, struggling on whilst at death's door in the ruins, waiting for that person The return of.... If no one survives, no one talks about what they saw. Maybe one out of every thousand people here will be able to welcome Soshian's return alive. It will be interesting and dramatic."

"You have no honour to kill the weak—"

Salperton cleared his throat, and the voice sounded like—a tank shifting gears interrupted the chief. if.

"I'm tired of this kind of conversation, do as I wish, and you may survive the night."

The old man straightened his waist.

"No."

"It is a good thing to see a person with a backbone. I admire and respect it, but now, here is the suspicious courage at this moment. There is no place, I will tell you why."

A phantom warrior came up, his hand caught the instructor's thin hair.

The man's boots left the floor, and he screamed.

"Please..."

The man stammered, and the warrior drew out his dagger and walked it along the instructor’s abdomen in a neat way Sculpture.

Soon, blood poured out like a rapid stream, and the man's own fingers gripped the internal organs of the body tightly, because it could flow out at any time.

It didn't take long before his plea immediately turned into a worthless scream.

"This—"

Salperton pointed.

“It’s happening right on the ruins you call Academy. That’s how we treat your subordinates.”

The renegade is still holding the teacher’s greasy hair, He shook it in his hand.

More screams, now interrupted by the sound of wet, smelly intestines slapped on the floor.

"Did you see it?"

Salperdon's eyes never left the dean.

"I know they all fled to the sanctuary, and there is nowhere to escape. Now I want you to call them out, or my brothers and I will do this to everyone, just It's like dealing with people who run away like maggots."

He reached out to catch the person caught by the defector, clamped the throat of the convulsing, alive person, and unceremoniously The bleeding body was thrown on the desk.

"If you obey me, your subordinates will be able to avoid this evil, and you will become one of them, but if you defy, not only will I not spare them, but you will also die , And while you are still alive, my Primaris Apothecary will peel your skin. He is the Master who prolongs the painful sensation experience, so the prey must die within a few hours after the operation....The previous prisoner was alive. For six nights, crying in extreme pain, and finally dying of infection in the dirty cell."

The old man tremblingly swallowed.

"Your threat is meaningless to me."

The next second,

Salperton pressed it down with his armored fingers On the dean's face, the cold fingertips moved along the outline of the weathered skin and the fragile bones below.

"When the brain feels fear, the human body will do wonderful things. It becomes a paradoxical embodiment of stress. Is it fighting or fleeing? Your breathing will change because of the chemicals in the body. Acid, muscle tightening will affect digestion, reaction, and the ability to concentrate. At the same time, the wet rhythm of the heart becomes a drum, and the beating blood supplies the muscles to congestion to avoid injury... Your sweat smells very bad. The same, more fragrant, just like an animal trembling in fear, marking its territory in despair for the last time. The corners of your eyes are trembling, responding to hidden signals from the brain, hiding your sight from threatening you. Something."

Salperdon grabbed the back of the dean's head, his face was only a few meters away from the old man's face.

"I can feel all of this on your body. I see it in every twitch of your soft skin. I can smell a strong smell coming from you, don’t even think about it. Lie to me, human, my threat means to you—all."

"What..."

The old dean had to swallow again.

"What do you want to do?"

"I have told you what I want, and send all those candidates."

There was silence for a while, then nodded, and said:

"I need to talk to the people below."

"Of course."

Salper Dong released him.

The dean took a deep breath, walked behind the desk, picked up a communicator, and entered a string of passwords.

Soon, the other end of the communicator was connected.

"Bring them up."

Only this sentence, and then he closed the communicator.

While they waited, the dean watched his Academy die, and the enemy lord named Salperdon stood on the edge of the dome of observation, communicating continuously with his compatriots.

His voice is a deep, wild noise, constantly updating the position of each squad and depicting their progress.

Every few minutes he will be silent for a while, watching the fire spread.

The teacher has fallen silent, the dean has closed his friend's eyes, choked by the smell emanating from the cracked corpse.

"You will get used to it."

One of the warriors smiled and said, suddenly turned on a portable tactical display.

The dean looked at the holographic feedback, and despite the visual distortion, he clearly saw death.

The phantom warriors wantonly slaughter in the middle of the nest capital. They did not attack the heavily guarded upper tier because they were not strong enough.

The armored warriors tore open the partitions of the air-raid shelter and shred the crowds that were squeezed inside. The dean watched them drag men, women and children by their hair and drag them to the street. , Let the servants take them away, or nail them to the side of the building to show that the nearest refuge has been looted.

The piles of corpses are piled up higher and higher-a monument of living flesh and blood, which commemorates only the pain and torture.

"Why?"

He whispered, unaware that he was speaking out.

Salperdon looked at him and suddenly said with a smile:

"We do this because we like to do it, we do it because we can do it, you guys It’s his clansman, killing you will make him feel painful, that’s enough."

Soon, more than a hundred men appeared on the Academy playground, and Sarperdon brought the dean to Playground.

He looked at these boys in Academy uniforms, mostly 16-18 years old.

"That's it?"

Salpe Dong is frowned, and the dean is just silent and nodded.

"Don't play tricks with me, a planet shouldn't just be a candidate."

He walked between the boys, looked around, and then suddenly grabbed one of them.

The skinny boy suddenly turned pale with fright, brow beaded with sweat, and trembling all over his body, but besides fear, there was another thing in his eyes.

Salperdon suddenly felt something and slammed the boy to the ground.

"These are not candidates—"

At this moment, the dean suddenly loudly roared.

"For the God Emperor!"

The boys also responded, and violently tore off their uniforms.

Salperdon’s eyes widened, and every boy was covered with explosives--

The next second, he extended the hand, wanted to use psionic energy, but It's too late.

Boom————————!

With a loud noise, the entire square, together with the dean and Sarpedon, was swallowed by a huge rising flame ball.