God Emperor’s Angel of Death

The Soms Nest is waking up. Although it is a city with an extremely swelling population, it will not really sleep, but it still has a cycle of ebb and flow.

In the city center, the pulse of life is more obvious.

The market is gradually opening, the merchants yelling, the loud-sounding priest leads the morning prayers, the hawkers pushing the carts and carrying loads in the open square, winding alleys and paved with slate Walk through the streets.

Sorge retraces the last route, trying to recall the impression of the entire city layout when he first came here.

The passing vendors and old people recognize his class and show respect to him.

He responded with the same gesture.

Now Sorge wants to enter the outskirts of the middle north of Chaodu, where there is an organization responsible for low-orbit transportation statistics, from which he can obtain data on the use of low-orbit transportation space by Astral Knight’s aircraft in recent years, thereby Analyze the general situation of the other party's actual preparation.

In fact, during this period of investigation, he had vaguely realized that the actual number of Astral Knight must have exceeded two hundred.

Undoubtedly, a Chapter who was driven out of its home planet with only thirty-three people, absolutely impossible to recover to such a number in such a short time, then there is only one explanation——

Astral Knight did the same thing as Astral Claw in the past, swallowing the remaining power of a Chapter.

When he found enough evidence, he wondered whether the Magistrates would appreciate his efforts.

Thinking of this ironic picture, Sorge showed a weird smile.

Then he retreated to the side of the street and let a truck pass.

The scavenger servants used brooms and buckets of water to clean up the stone pavement, and dustpans to shovel away the rubbish—they were working and making unpleasant singing.

The city wall inlaid with colored pottery in this city shimmers in the morning light, and bright pottery pieces form various patterns.

Sorge saw one of the symbols, a two-headed eagle made of bright red ceramics, and his trained mind was very confident that he had never seen this before.

This also means that he may have turned a wrong turn.

The terrain of the nest city is so complicated, so many times, the general layout is hard to remember, just like a spider web.

Suddenly, Sorge stopped and thought about it.

The Compass in his mind has been confused. He glanced at the rising sun and determined which side was east and which side was west.

He slowed his breathing and let himself sweat for a while to stabilize his physical condition.

Soon, the spy recovered.

He just walked one more street west, nothing more, the target is on his left.

But in fact, when he walked over, he found that it was not the case.

His sense of direction is rarely wrong.

Sorge stopped again, resisting the panic that gradually penetrated into his heart.

A water vendor walked over and sold him a bottle of purified water.

"No, thank you."

Sorge declined gently.

"May Divine Sovereign still love you."

The hawker replied and keeps going.

Sorge trembled suddenly when he heard these words.

What's wrong with me?

Sorge thought, the last time he came here, he easily walked through the streets.

But this time, like a novice, his head spins around.

This...this is silly.

He then crossed two busy streets, looking for familiar landmarks.

But it seems that the target is getting farther and farther away from him, as if something is interfering with him and affecting his ability.

On a whim, he put his hand into the small bag on his belt and pinched out the gem hidden inside.

It is about the same size as a human earlobe, and it was given to him by his master. This is a very precious "Spirit Stone" that will react to psychic energy.

If it gets hot, or if there is any sign of dryness, it means there is psionic activity nearby.

Sorge looked at the deep purple gem, affected by his own psionic energy, it was always warm and dry.

But now, the gems in his hand have become hot, like burning coals, and they have shrunk severely.

He is in trouble.

This gem is warning him that there is something in the vicinity, maybe it is hunting him.

"Leave first."

He continued along the street, feeling as disturbed and lost as before.

Then he walked quickly into a square where the crowds were relatively sparse. He hoped that the looser space would help him sort out his clues, and perhaps let him find out the psionic activity detected by the gem. .

But his thinking stubbornly refused to become clear.

Suddenly, Sorge stopped and slowly raised his eyes.

He is standing in front of a church. Under the arch of the temple aloof and remote, is a sculpture made of brass, showing the image of God Emperor and angels.

What kind of awful mistake, what stupid astray led him here?

This is the most reluctant area in the entire city that he would actively visit. While he was watching, all the statues seemed to pulsate and stretch, pressing his eyes into his head.

The sun was anxious and dazzling. He retched, but immediately pressed the hot reflux from his stomach.

His penetration of the city this time is completely different from before, as if the city has noticed him as an intruder and turned into a big net to catch him.

Some people, some things, are playing with him.

He still couldn't help vomiting, so Sorge hurriedly walked into an alley next to the Temple Square, stood in the shadows and bent over, releasing a sour liquid.

Stomach juice quickly jetted out of his throat.

In weakness, he fell to his knees, trembling and spitting out sour water.

Suddenly, two people, who were just dark shadows before, began to walk towards him along the alley.

They are not in a hurry, but there is a gesture full of purpose and urgency in their footsteps.

Sorge immediately stood up and walked in the opposite direction, also full of purpose, and equally calm.

Three more people appeared on the other side of the alley, walking towards him along the long and winding alley.

Are they who? Soldier? Marshal? Trial Magistrate? Still--

Can’t think too much, Sorge noticed a few branches on the side of the alley, so he quickened his pace and turned into the first fork, and waited until he disappeared from the sight of those who were approaching. Run away.

Soon, he left the alley and came to a strange place.

This is a garden.

In the process of observing the environment, the leaves above his head suddenly trembled in a breeze that came out of nowhere.

Sorge put the backpack on his shoulders, and quickly walked across the woods to find an open area where he could see the sky clearly. He remembered this place-he had hidden in the gorgeous garden before, curled up On the lawn behind a tall forest, try to use some sleep and rest to help your mind relax.

But just as he moved, a disturbance touched his mind.

The sudden turbulence of the heart converged into a heart-piercing tingling between his eyes, which almost appeared before his tinnitus.

Although I don't know what happened, one thing seems certain-there is a new enemy, a new threat that is approaching quickly.

Sorge was forced to reach out to his heart. He had to extract some things that could be used for him, some information that could give him the upper hand in the subsequent time.

If he can foresee what will happen next, then he can decide where to hide, and what kind of identity he will disguise.

At first he found nothing.

Sorge worked hard to spy and search for more detailed information.

Finally, he found something, but let him cred out in surprise, and immediately flinched.

He came into contact with a separate mind, a dark existence, a thing belonging to midnight, which was different from any mind he had touched before.

It is wild and dark, so hot, offensive, extremely dense, and full of aggressiveness.