God Emperor’s Angel of Death

"The words of the Black Heart King are true and false. The Astral Knight’s Soshian is by no means that simple."

Kayang didn’t bother to open his eyes to see Amural. , The servants were helping him remove his armor piece by piece, moving around him while grunting with a mechanical voice.

They don't like being close to themselves, Kayang can tell.

Whenever he approaches, they move like restrained animals.

He can't blame them, because he also doesn't like the strong subspace smell on his body. All this comes from his pet, a subspace demon lynx, Nagua.

Now it is shrinking in the corner, licking her paw.

The room is very large, the floor is polished chalk, the walls are brushed metal, and the light comes from a sphere suspended in a copper cage.

The red fabric softens the hard lines of the wall and covers it on the straight-backed chair. Some statues of unknown meaning stand at the back of the room. The appearance of each statue has a straightforward style.

In the battleship life Kayang once experienced, this place can be said to be quite luxurious.

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

His armor is light blue and black. The Prospero symbol made of flat gold thread is interlaced on the surface of the plate armor. A bright crown stretches out on the front of the breastplate. The crown surrounds his helmet, which is a standard thousand-child helmet.

A blasting pistol and a dagger hung around his waist, and their grips were decorated with mirror coins.

Under his carapace, black tattoos and bizarre symbols spread across the surface of the muscles in geometric lines. This is the mark left by the notorious "red letter" spell on his body. Almost every one Thousands of wizards have them.

His amber skin clearly shows his identity as the son of Prospello. The crescent-shaped Magnus eye spreads across his neck and shoulders, and a full moon is hidden Between muscle plexus.

This last mark shows his identity as the leader of the Kahashehan War Gang

This is a group of wizards who vowed to serve in Abaddon.

Many small scars ran across his arms, back and chest, cutting his skin like hair.

These all are the marks left by wild wolves on him back then.

Kayang stretched his shoulders, his muscles agitated and the skin rippled.

"Do you disagree with my analysis?"

A tingling in the skin told Kayang that Teremanon was staring straight at him.

"Huron lied about this war."

Masked Prince grinned.

"His reasons and motives are his own business, and our purpose is above authenticity."

Amural is nodded.

"I have blocked all eyes and ears that may be eavesdropping, so we can speak frankly and openly."

"I was speaking frankly and openly, brother, Huron told the truth. At least in part, he has exhausted his means when facing Astral Knight, or is close to his hole cards. An enemy that even the Khorne magic army can't solve, should not be an unknown little chapter leader."

"If everything is what it looks like, then there is no need for us to come."

The last part of the armor was also removed, and Kayang felt a blouse The fiber slipped across his neck.

"But I still regret taking this job, it is very risky."

A sudden scratch made the two of them turn around.

Telemanon is moving, each step of his is like a slight movement in a completely static state.

A silver mask completely covers his head. The symbol overwhelming majority engraved on the metal is incomprehensible. Even mortals will feel extremely painful just by looking at it. It is similar to a lock. The device fixed the mask on the back of his head.

Afterwards, a pair of hands emerged from Teremanong's hand armor. Their fingers were withered and twisted, as if they had been broken and recovered completely without resetting.

His right hand is grabbing a wax board edging by silver, and his left index finger is covered with a long metal spike.

After a pause, he poked the spike toward the wax board, tilted his head back, and moved his hands like a puppet.

[Here has been tapped]

The chiseled letters were clearly presented on the wax board, Kayang stopped, and the room once again fell into a completely static state.

Amural stared at the masked Prince first, then the words on the wax tablets.

"Where?"

Terremanon's hand twitched and came back to life again, scribbling words on the wax board.

[The servant on Kayang's left hand]

Amural opened his mouth, and a question formed on the tip of his tongue.

And Ka Yang turned his head abruptly, and the index and middle fingers of the right hand were brought together and pressed on the servant's forehead.

Three seconds later, the machine servant shrank, as if awakened from a dream by a sudden noise, his arms began to tremble.

"A mark was put on about a day ago."

After speaking, Kayang took his finger back, and the servant returned to its original state of motionless.

"It seems that Huron has a good wizard."

Telemanon let out a low laugh, but to his surprise, Kayang shook the head.

"It's not Huron, it's another person. His imprint is not to eavesdrop on us. He wants to meet us."

"Meet?"

Amural asked in surprise:

"Another ambitious overestimate one's capabilities? Huron's bloody methods have not allowed them to learn."

" No."

Kayang said, closing his eyes slightly, recalling the remaining information of the mark.

"He wants to talk to us about Astral Knight."

"Oh, it's interesting."

Masked Prince is obviously very much about this. interested.

"Who is he?"

"The other party did not leave a name, but called himself a phantom warrior."

"I haven't heard of this name. , You decided to see them?"

"Yes."

Kayang nodded.

"Just two days later, let’s see what this phantom warrior can tell us."

On Huron’s side, after sending away the messenger of Black Legion, Hugh Lun set out to prepare for another important thing.

"How are you preparing for the skull harvest?"

Hearing the voice from the shadow of the throne, Kerkus quickly lowered his head to answer.

"Already basically ready, and the candidates have also arrived in New Badab, but there are a few people in it that are uneasy."

"As long as you don’t get too out of style, let’s go first. Regardless of them."

"Yes, Lord."

After answering, Kerkus bent down again as if thinking of something.

"Master, there is an unexpected factor."

"What is it."

"In addition to the original list of candidates, there are more A newcomer will also participate in the skull harvest, that person...I’m not sure whether to let it go."

"What's his name?"

"That person is called Hong Suo, from a steel warrior, but I heard that their Legion did not accept him and called him a bastard."

"Ha, Hong Suo, I have heard of this man."

The tyrant laughed harshly.

"Let him participate, maybe he will bring us some surprises."

"Yes, then I will do it now."