God Emperor’s Angel of Death

After the waiter left, Sorge poured himself a glass of water leisurely. His damn hands were still shaking, but the food would help him get relief—the same goes for spirits .

After taking a sip of water, he raised the glass of cognac again, but had to use his hands to hold the glass firmly.

Sorge took a sip and a warm current ran through his belly.

This way, much better.

He put down the heavy wine glass, and the stiffness in his wrist gradually subsided.

Suddenly, he found a trace and a spot on the white tablecloth between his hands.

Then another appeared next to it.

It's a little bit of blood.

His nose, his damn nose is bleeding!

Sorge immediately picked up the tissue and wiped it, hoping no one noticed, then covered the blood stains with a jug.

The damn psionic communication caused him a lot of harm.

Sorge took another sip of cognac, enjoying the burning sensation of the strong wine, and looking back at the mirror behind the box, he felt that the guard might rush into the tavern door at any time.

Mirror——

Oh, that's stupid! The nervousness made him careless!

He is surrounded by mirrors, cups and smooth gilded surfaces!

The blazing pain penetrated his head again.

"no! No!"

A puff of blood poured out from his right nostril, dripping onto the white tablecloth along his lips and chin.

"Please!"

The mirror above the back of the box was covered with frost, as if the indoor temperature had dropped by forty degrees.

Sorge refused to look directly into the mirror, even though there was power trying to lift his face up.

"no! Not now! Master!"

He forced himself to look down on the table, staring at the drink in his hand, and tightly holding the glass of trembling hands to let the cognac soft surface One after another ripple appeared.

Then he turned to stare at the constellation-like dark red blood on the tablecloth, which could not be hidden no matter how cleverly he placed the cups and jugs.

In the latest spot, the blood had not yet fully penetrated the tablecloth, so he saw a gradually forming reflection on the smooth droplet: a helmet covered with a crest.

Sorge groaned, the cognac in the cup no longer rippled, and it was completely still.

The wine glass became cold with tentacles, and the reflection of the helmet appeared in the cognac.

"Oh my God--"

Sorge groaned again and closed his eyes.

"Master--"

There was silence, except for the rapid breathing.

"Servants."

This voice is not as cold and sharp as in ordinary subspace communications, it is as dark and thick as ebony.

Sorge opened his eyes.

The entire tavern is stagnant, the candlelight is frozen in the air, emitting a cold blue gloom, the rays of light are reflected in the candlesticks, wall lamps, decorations, mirrors, and rows of clean On the glass of wine, the sunlight thrown into the tavern through the gorgeous window lattices is also dyed blue, as if mixed with diluted ink.

He could see the waiter at the far end of the room froze in place, half of the action had been done, and the words in his mouth had not been finished yet, ghost-like bubbles floating in the blue air above the tabletop.

I don’t know when, a giant has been standing at the table, his bizarre helmet and armor full of spells make him look very mysterious, like a haggard ghost, or a cloak The wizard.

This is his master, Black Legion's number three character, Iskandar Kayan.

"Oh, master."

Sorge whispered, his own voice surprised him.

"Welcome to you."

Kayang raised his hand to untie the battle helmet, and placed the crafted helmet next to the blood on the linen tablecloth.

His amber face is light blue by the phantom light, and his thin cheeks are sharp and angular. There are two criss-crossed scars on his head without a trace of hair, and there is one printed on his forehead. Rune, dark within both eyes, has the intelligence far beyond mortals.

He slowly sat in the box seat opposite Sorge, his dignity in his actions was almost absurd.

Astart's body is out of place in this human space. The skeletons of his arms and legs are too slender, squeezing in this seat makes him appear weak, like a teenager.

Under normal circumstances, his butt can make the chair fall apart.

But in fact it didn't. All Sorge could speculate that what appeared in front of him was just an illusion.

After sitting down, Kayang put his hands on the tablecloth, palms down-even after he was seated, he was much taller than Sorge.

"This time."

Kayang said in his dulcimer-like tone:

"Have you investigated those things?"

"I'm investigating."

Sorge hesitated for three seconds before answering in a low voice.

"But to investigate an Astarte Chapter—"

He swallowed, hoping that there would be no damn reflection in the glass so that he could drink the wine. Exhausted.

"I'm not here to listen to your complaints, servant."

"Master, I just want to remind... this exchange may be discovered, which makes us All are in great danger."

"I agree that every minute of this conversation has made your situation more critical, but this risk is worth taking, and within eight minutes, no Anyone will be able to detect it."

Kayang stared at Sorge's eyes and said seriously:

"So, where are the soul drinkers who have disappeared."

"I have penetrated into several key departments of Nathan Four. According to the information obtained so far, there are abnormalities in the number of Astral Knights, but I have no direct evidence to prove these abnormal numbers. The change is related to the soul drinker, and I still need time."

Kayang looked at him, but Sorge could feel that the other's eyes were not on him.

His master is thinking.

About ten seconds later, Kayang spoke again.

"You have been procrastinating here for too long, take advantage of the aftermath of this exchange to get out, don't stay here, find a safe place, continue this task, and find critical evidence."

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"But is Master——"

He didn't get a response, Kayang has disappeared.

Sorge looked around, time is still frozen, and the waiter's dialogue has not yet restarted.

The light was faintly blue, but it won’t last long.

Sorge felt itching in his ears, and a warm current rushed over his spine, and he could hear the voice gradually returning, as if it were coming from afar.

In just ten seconds, this aftertaste will disappear.

He looked at the table, looked at the drops of blood on the tablecloth, those reflections finally disappeared.

Groaned annoyed, Sorge drank the cognac, then grabbed the package, and left the hotel before the blue light gave way to the noisy reality.

At the same time, in a room deep in the Astral Knight monastery fortress, Talos, who took off his armor and leaned on the bed, closed his eyes and opened his eyes suddenly.

"—It turned out to be him? Iskandar Kayan."

Talos muttered to himself, suddenly a strange smile appeared on his face.