God Emperor’s Angel of Death

For the nonsense of the magic book, Soshian is not even interested in responding.

He waded through the ocean of unclean things, and he even broke His own record of killing enemies—at least a thousand demons killed him.

But the demons kept rushing towards him, being chopped down, and pouring out from the gap in the subspace.

Soshian knows that there will be no victory until the source of filth is closed, and he already knows how the battle will end.

But now he is starting to feel tired.

"I never have to be a burden, let me be your favor."

Soshian will not answer anything. Talking to the chaotic thing will never do any good, only Lose everything.

The devil will use every word, every reaction, and even every pause to attack him. When it tries to break through his defenses, it will learn more and more about who he is.

The breach is very close.

At this time, each step forward is even more difficult, just as he feels the pressure of years and the whistling sound of sharp claw every time he breathes.

He will stick to his duties until death, but death is not allowed because no one can bear his duties.

So he can only complete the task alone now, just like he is now alone in the network maze.

In the singing of the demons, the three demons accidentally rushed towards Soshian because of the choir-like harmony. When they attacked, their voices combined in ecstasy, and their sharp claw was around. Opening, they crawled down and approached the target, stabbing their tails high above their heads.

Soshian pierced one of them with a sword, then raised his left hand and pointed the Stormblaster on his wrist toward the front.

In the next second, the roar of explosive bombs lasting three times shattered the bodies of these demons. Their bodies burst open, and raindrops of joints, large pieces of meat, severed limbs and rotating stingers fell on on the ground.

The singing of the demons began to become intermittent, and even howled. .

When the singing stopped, a subtle anticipation sounded. Soshian was only a few steps away from the breach, and his front was unimpeded.

The demons struggled to rush to the gate and moved to both sides of Soshian, and the demons behind him became more, but no one attacked, and no demons tried to block his way.

Slaanesh's servants sang and swayed, waiting for a terrifying ending, or a worse beginning.

The breach is right in front of him, and he can see a splendid and weird world through the half-human-height rift, and at the same time an inexplicable suction is coming from his waist, seeming to involve the magic book In the rift.

Of course he would not allow this to happen.

Although he didn't know what to do, Soshian still followed his inner instinct and pressed his palm against the door.

At that moment, Soshian could feel the gray marrow flowing at high speed on his body. All the green runes on the gate also burst into strong rays of light at the same time, and the demons began to cry and scream. And spontaneously ignite one by one.

Everything happened so fast, when Soshian came back to his senses, the breach on the door had disappeared, the original position became a smooth black rock mass, and the rune was faintly shining.

He turned his head, and the demons disappeared, including their corpses and their blood.

The entire great hall is empty, it seems that everything that just happened is just an illusion.

But Soshian knew that it was definitely not an illusion.

Finally, he was able to observe the standing silhouette carefully.

A terminator, with a right hand sticking a saber with its tip downwards, a long white knife all over the body, which is as high as an adult, and the blade is like a thousand-year-old frozen ice on the top of a mountain. The handle is black shine, and the handle connecting the two is a strange flower carved from metal. If Soshian remembers correctly, this flower comes from Ancient Terra and is called a lotus.

As for this Terminator, apart from the unrecognizable model, there are not too many special features, only some decorations and medals that Soshian can't recognize.

Of course, he did not expect the people inside to be alive, otherwise the devil would not only attack him.

But now there is another terrifying problem.

If this person is a Said cultivator and dies here, then who is the one in fearless?

Thinking about this, Soshian is somewhat heart in chaos, subconsciously extending his hand to the Terminator's head.

But as soon as his fingertips touched the opponent, his consciousness was drawn into an invisible vortex——

"This——"

When Soshian woke up, he found himself in a strange space and his helmet was gone.

It seems to be a closed room without a door, and the only furniture is a round table and two high-back chairs around it. On the table is an octagonal granite and white marble slab. Next to it is a light-colored wooden box, and twenty chess pieces are placed on this geometric space.

On one of the chairs, sat a rickety figure wrapped in a brown robe, with his head lowered, seeming to be watching the chess piece.

"Who are you?"

Soshian asked vigilantly, touching his waist, only to find that his sword was missing.

The figure did not answer him, Soshian had to cautiously step forward to see if he was alone.

At the same time, the chess pieces on the table also attracted Soshian's attention. They all looked unpretentious, showing a spindle-like shape with a lifeless gray.

"Hello?"

Soshian came to the man and asked tentatively.

After that, the man's shoulder shook.

"Sit down."

There was a low, hoarse voice in the robe, and Soshian immediately judged that this was an old man.

For some unknown reason, he actually sat down as the other person said.

"Let me go to the next game with my old fogey."

Soshian blinked. This is a game of king-killing. Although he is not an expert, Astarte The transformation has given him high-speed thinking ability, but mortals have to beat him under the impossible.

But why does he play chess?

"I'm not here to play chess, who are you?"

"One game."

Speaking, the man raised his hand slightly and the table The on-board pawn immediately returned to its place.

Although he was full of doubts, Soshian still patiently played against the opponent.

After one minute, he was so surprised that the opponent's chess skills were beyond his imagination. Even though he had a thinking speed and thinking ability that surpassed mortals, he was always one step behind the opponent.

So Soshian immediately got serious, leaning forward, as if he was about to lie down on the chessboard.

Five minutes later--

"I lost."

With a frustrated expression, Soshian leaned back.

It’s not that he has not played chess with Sol. Although he has lost more and won less, he has never been so ashamed of losing-he feels like a child in front of the opponent, being played in the palm of his hand. between.

"So who is the winner?"

The old man put the chess piece back again.

"Of course...it's you."

"No, I also lost."

Just when the old man lifted the head , Cloak's hood fell on his shoulders, and Soshian finally saw it.

The first thing that attracted Soshian was a pair of eyes, silent but not cold, and seemingly plain, just like the muddy eyes of most old people.

His hair is gray, and his short hair is combed back. In the twinkling of the fire, his skin is like an old paper roll. It has become haggard and haggard because of the long and ruthless years. , I knew that this person was weather-beaten by looking at it.

Looking at the old man in front of him, a single thought flashed through Soshian's mind.

This thought frightened him, but it should be so, so he swallowed his throat and whispered:

"Is it you, the palmprinter, Tai La Regent..... Hero Makado."