God Emperor’s Angel of Death

After being rounded up for nearly one minute, in the upper layer of the nest tens of kilometers away from the starting point, the reality world fell apart for a short time, and a hole leading to the subspace suddenly opened.

Although there are surveillance equipment all over this place, none of them has issued an alarm about the subspace fluctuation of this place.

The subspace gap appeared in a writing room on Central Avenue, south of the Mechanical Church.

This writing room has long been closed. Many dimly lit rooms stand with rows of bookshelves full of manuscripts. The crowded desks are surrounded by the smell of paint and grease.

Suddenly, countless papers suddenly began to rustle, and the books and manuscripts stacked on the shelves and long tables trembled. Some fell to the ground, some opened suddenly, as if a light breeze passed by, or Some invisible scholar's hand is flipping them.

The locked book box containing precious classics began to shake, and the chains and iron locks clank, as if the rebellious book trapped in it wanted to break free from the cage, turning the pages into wings and flying to freedom.

In the final analysis, it seems that the large amount of text concentrated here has attracted the wild eyes of Subspace and focused it on this.

The reality is torn apart. It is like a fruit torn apart by hungry hands. The two sides of the crack are still broken, and it is divided into two like silk, like a mouth and a wound.

After that, the light surged like uncoagulated blood.

The appearance of reality was cut apart by a canine-toothed scar, and a sharp axe protruded from the other end.

The real space on both sides of the axe blade turned outward like the flesh and blood on the Dissection stage. A foul breeze poured into the writing room, rolling the fallen paper into the air, and the whole room was quickly covered by blizzard. Filled with pages like a book.

After that, a silhouette stepped out of the gap.

He is huge and fully armed. The battle axe in his hand shone with gloom, and the original substance of the subspace slowly dripped from the blade.

The second silhouette came one after another, but it was just a mortal.

He seemed unprepared, almost trembling across the rift in reality, and then fell to his knees, shaking the wooden floor of the writing room.

The pages of the book covered with words are flying around him, some of them have begun to burn.

A mortal travels through the subspace with a physical body, and he will not end well, but he is unscathed, of course, thanks to the blessings of those around him.

While Sorge was trembling all over, he touched the blindfolded silk scarf with his free hand.

Because he insisted on doing this, he didn't see anything in the process of crossing, but he felt enough.

This is definitely not an experience he wants to repeat, and he can't understand how his master can accept such feelings.

When he raised his hand to remove the blindfold, the painful experience just now swept him completely.

Sorge fell to the ground and began to vomit.

Smelly bile spurted from his mouth and splashed on the floor between both of his hands.

He humiliatedly lay on the ground and panted loudly, the burning confetti falling like snow flakes, the scars of the physical world behind him closed in a tremor, and the evil rays of light disappeared.

The burning paper swirling around also gradually slowed down their frantic dance steps, falling to the ground because of the breeze.

"Is it here?"

Kayang asked softly, wiping the material on the battle axe with his palm.

"Yes--"

Sorge answered with difficulty. He was still lying on the ground, spitting out the bile from his throat.

When he just wanted to stand up, he suddenly had a cold fight and vomited again.

Kayang glanced at him, and then brushed his servant's brain with psychic energy to erase those adverse reactions.

Sorge finally stood up.

"Thanks... thank you, Master."

He gasped and said, trying to restore his composure. Even with the help of Kayang, he still felt that the internal organs It feels empty, and there is a disgusting taste in the mouth.

"This place looks safe."

"This is not good."

Kayang shook his head.

"It's time to go."

After that, the two quickly left the writing room, and then in the thick night, they hurried forward in the alleys of the upper nest.

These alleys are old but well-maintained. The drainage system on both sides extends to all directions under the tidy slab-paved streets. Occasionally, light is projected through the gutter of the gutter, and that often It's all fire.

"There are only two hundred meters ahead."

Sorge has been faithfully performing his duties and leading the way for Kayang.

"I really didn't expect that the Astral Knights would react so quickly. I originally expected that even if they were discovered, it would take at least three to four hours..."

Along the way, Sorge was saying some self-blaming words in an annoyed tone, but Kayang remained silent the whole time.

Suddenly, he stopped.

In front of them is the mechanical church, but in terms of appearance, it is closer to a factory. The 30-meter-high factory building is like a giant starfish.

A wide drainage network surrounds the surrounding area and drains the waste water generated inside. The junctions of those pipes are spherical, and the foul black sewage rippling inside.

There is no one here, only the crackling sound of a huge torch burning.

"Master?"

Sorge turned around when he heard the footsteps stop behind him.

But the moment he turned around, his neck was strangled, and the whole person was hung in midair.

"When?"

Sorge’s legs and hands were shaking constantly, and the pressure on his neck made his entire face flush, and he吭吭哧哧 for a long time, can't say a complete sentence.

After that, Kayang slightly strengthened the strength in his hand, and the opponent's bones immediately made a crackling sound.

"What price did they offer? Is it worth your life and loyalty in exchange?"

Under the helmet, Kayang's expression is completely invisible, but his voice is cold Ruo Jianbing.

"You know the fate of the betrayer."

"Oh, of course he knows."

Suddenly, a voice behind him said.

In an instant, Ka Yang turned around with superhuman swiftness to search for the source of the sound.

At the same time, he drew out the explosive pistol like lightning, swept the past, aiming at any exact target.

A Space Marine wearing silver-gray armor and a helmet decorated with lightning-like tears appeared from the corner of a pipe made of stone and brick, with a blasting pistol in each hand.

"Sorry for being late."

He said cheerfully, then fired.

"Hello, Magnus' unfilial son."

Kayang only fired one shot, but the other party’s bullet had hit his shoulder, making him The quasi-head completely deviated.

And the purgatory bomb he shot

hit a statue not far away.

In response, the sudden appearance of Astral Knight tore Kayang's body with a barrage, raining bullets roared, but Kayang didn't rush to prop up a soul shield.

The bullet rain hit the shield, part of it exploded directly, and the other part changed direction. Densely packed spots were dotted with the surrounding walls.

Taking this opportunity, Sorge broke free and hurriedly plunged into the sewage to escape.