God Emperor’s Angel of Death

Chapter 673

His hands are stained with blood, and the low incense candle is the only lighting in this hut. The power he communicates with is placed on the iron chain hanging on the wall. In the bones.

Smoky in the air, a layer of sludge envelops the bones, and the bifurcated tongue hangs from the skull without a jaw.

He moved very slowly, erasing the words that appeared on an ancient silver board. He summoned three times and pressed the other party to tell three secrets.

In the end, he didn't get what he wanted.

Subspace replied that he was silent, and his question could not be answered. He wanted to know what the darkness that enveloped Armageddon was, but even the devil remained silent and would rather be destroyed by him.

Just after finishing writing on the silver board, he heard the door open.

Suddenly the candlelight was tumbling, he put down the blood-stained silver plate, and stretched his hands towards a copper bowl. At the same time, heavy footsteps sounded behind him.

"Why are you so troubled, brother?"

The answer is only silence. He listened carefully, and his senses distinguished its characteristics from the smallest voice. This is his relationship with God. Innate talent that comes with it.

The rhythm of the footsteps, the presence or absence of breathing, the sound of the servo system in the armor, all of these, to him, are as clear as a palm pattern.

"Zahari brother."

He didn't look up, just staring intently at the red water in the bowl.

"It's not like you, so silent."

There was still no answer, and the sound of footsteps stopped, only the slight sound of armor clashing.

A total of three people appeared, and he blinked, trying to figure out the identities of the others.

Then he lifted his hand and shook off the remaining pink water droplets on his bent fingers. In the eyes of people like them, power is a tangled and complicated mirror that includes perception, control and belief.

At this moment, he should have been suspicious. He should have turned around to see who came in through the door he had sealed with his own hands. He should have reached out and took out a weapon to defend himself.

"Misso Brother, I hope this is not your response to the method I chose. If this is the case, you can just say it, and I will tell you, that is the method I chose , Others will also agree."

Mumbling to himself, he took a black cloth from the side of the bowl and wiped his hands. For some reason, the scars on the knuckles were aching.

"Raman Stephens, I have heard your silence, you all people must understand, I have to do it,"

In his mind, I remembered the previous Asked from the torture of the devil, that guy can understand the future in a way he can't understand. Maybe this is quite dangerous, but it doesn't matter, he believes he can control it.

"A crisis has emerged between the realm of reality and intangible matter. I have encountered those nightmares day after day. The dark star has begun to appear, but it has not yet fully bloomed. We need something These extraordinary methods can be used to pass this level."

After finishing, he threw the cloth back into the bowl, splashing water, picked up the hand armor from the table, and put it on carefully.

"I know you are in fear."

He looked down at the splashed palm, bending his fingers to adjust the position.

"Yes, I mean fear...Fear has many forms, the most common ones on the battlefield are just those, watching your comrades get knocked down, watching your blood relatives fall into black fury , Watching the situation on the battlefield take a turn for the worse, and seeing such a crisis, what else can you react? What's the feeling besides fear?"

He straightened his fingers one by one, and his mind was split into two. Part, the words that were forcibly seized and a more direct and unbelievable result were marked as High Level.

"You see those shadows as monsters, eager to kill them, but you should not be afraid of what I do, I am not your enemy."

After finishing this Remark, he held his breath.

Why don’t they answer?

If you want to do it, why don’t you see any movement?

"I always thought that I was such a person, not good at speech and clumsy thinking."

He reached out and picked up his dagger, the silver blade smeared with blood.

"But at this moment I only ask you to listen."

Then he was ready, and two hearts suddenly pumped blood into his body.

"Listen to me and trust me."

Suddenly, he turned around.

"I believe you, Calistarius brother."

This is another being talking, but the voice almost scared his soul away.

He turned around and only saw a noble mask, which was in the shape of a weeping handsome man with long hair. Golden's tears were frozen on his sad face

next moment The silver blade fell to the ground by a miss. He was dumbfounded, and when he returned to his senses, the cabin was empty and there was no silhouette.

The sound of the dagger falling to the ground broke the silence in the room.

The two hearts in his chest throbbed like heavy hammers. He stood blankly for a while, then walked to the door of the room, his staggering footsteps aroused echoes in the room.

I saw that the warning seal he had set up by himself had turned into fly ash, but the door was intact and there was no sign of opening, so he stretched out his hand to open it, and then stopped.

What just happened?

Is it an illusion?

Is it an attack?

Is it a warning?

Why would San Guilleno suddenly speak to him?

In the chaos of thinking, the holy blood angel think tank, the honorary member of the first company, the registrar Calistarius sighed, feeling that the future is getting more complicated and confusing, especially the Chapter set out to support Armageddon After the star, this feeling became stronger and stronger.

As the think tank of Chapter, he not only manages the archives of Chapter classics, but also manages the fortune-telling before Chapter's expedition.

The result of divination is not good, but the danger does not come from war. It seems that there is a darker existence waiting for them, at least that thing will never be green skin——

In order to know what it is, he even used some taboo power-even in the think tank group, he is also known for his boldness.

It is this kind of boldness that made him stand out in the battle of "cursing sins" against the deserted space city, but the overwhelming majority warrior has always kept away from psychic energy, and he is a little bit "playing with fire". "People who tend to be more likely to be isolated, so his friends are basically Zhiku

"Ai, the past few days always feel ill at ease ——"

After finishing divination, he chose to meditate in place for a while, but suddenly his personal communication channel Was connected.

"Kalisterius Coder."

It is the voice of his apprentice Gaius Lecheros. In the static noise, the other party seems to be waiting His response.

"What's the matter?"

"Does it bother you?"

Kalistarius looked at the empty dark hut, then slowed down Replied swallowly.

"No, you can tell."

"What happened?"

Speaking, Calistarius has stood up, And picked up his helmet from the table.

"Armageddon is coming soon."

"Understood, I will be there soon. Anything else?"