God Emperor’s Angel of Death

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Hundreds of these twisted things are sitting on the long bone table, eating the flesh of white flowers. , While holding a lead wine glass, drinking the scarlet liquid inside.

Their backs are arched, their pale and dry hair is like weeds, almost all naked, with only a few draped in armor.

At the end of the table, their weapons are neatly piled up obliquely into cones. Those are huge and cruel hooked machetes with blood stains on them.

As the distance from them draws in, a stinky smell comes in. This smell is very similar to the smell of a wild beast nest, but it is more intense, with a hint of it. The breath of disease that is difficult to capture, it seems that this group of monsters have been closed here for too long, accumulating anxiety into illness.

Soshian slowly drew out the Sacred Yan sword, but didn't know if these things were alarmed.

There is a high platform at the top of the hall, and there is a table on it.

Usually in a hall of this standard, the space behind this table often belongs only to the owner, but there are no humans in this hall.

The owner of this place is a shadow, a shadow that is larger than all monsters, so big that it is even harder for its throne to sit in.

It stands upright behind the table, its figure swells under the dim light, as if it is on the edge of flies into a rage, about to overturn the table.

Although he didn't know if he had been noticed by the other party, Soshian saw a long wooden plate on the table in front of the huge shadow.

And the animal for the owner's enjoyment, the body cultivator is long and straight, piled on the wooden plate, has almost been completely eaten, and even the slender finger bone has been removed thoroughly-it is obvious that this is a Humanity.

There is still a sleeping wild beast lying in front of the table. Its size is relatively normal. Soshian can see that it is similar to the sharp claw demon has several points of, but just like other things in the room. Its outline is also fuzzy, as if it is not flesh and blood, but shadows.

The only artifacts in the room are two huge hook blades. This weapon is a scimitar with cruel barbs. A pair of iron brackets hung it horizontally on the wall behind the owner.

At this time, do you walk away quietly, or?

After thinking for a while, Soshian opened his legs and strode towards the fire.

Obviously he will be brought here because of some external force, maybe the other party knew his existence from the very beginning, then when the time comes to choose, human beings are facing the Nether Soul and the foul Time should never show shyness, this truth has been fulfilled countless times in Soshian.

He was standing next to the Fire Pit. The monsters turned a blind eye to him. They continued to gorge oneself, biting their feast, squeezing the meat in their hands, and the ribs were shining. Bitten by the fangs.

Two of them extended their claws to the same bite of food, so they screamed at each other, and the fight was about to start.

"Who brought me to this filthy place!"

Soshian shouted in a deep voice.

But no one noticed him, as if there was no such person in the room.

He looked at the hunched monsters, then raised his head and roared.

"Get out!"

In this peculiar hall, the formidable power of his shouting has been amplified many times, the wood trembled, and dust fell from the roof , The fire was also extinguished.

They finally noticed him, absolute silence in the room. A hundred pairs of yellow eyes stared at him from the darkness.

The huge shadow stood up and squeezed into its own throne with no difficulty.

"Who is standing below? Who came to my hall and made a shout of challenge?"

It is in Gothic, but with a kind of weirdness The voice rumbling.

In an instant, a piece of coal in the fire burst, so a piece of embers fell on it, and a lot of Mars splashed out, and the heat escaped from the air.

"I am the sacred blade of the lord of mankind, Astral Knight Chapter Chapter is long, Soshian ·Alexei."

"A mortal."

"Wunai God Emperor will."

"What God Emperor is, but a tyrant playing witchcraft."

The shadow said, raising his finger to Soshian.

"And you are not a sharp blade. The supernatural force flowing in your blood vessels will only make you a nerd."

It laughed loudly, and the monsters roared. Laughing, the harsh roar was full of threats.

"Say your name, monster!"

Soshian pressed his anger, his mind was thinking fast, why did the other party know him so much?

"Name, do you know what the name represents?"

The thing still maintained a mocking tone.

"Only a fool can easily say his name."

When it spells out human vocabulary, its low growl makes its speech more rough, and the voice is also Become moist and hoarse.

"And here, I am a sharp blade, just like you....The running dog of the hypocritical tyrant, there is no place for you in my hall, here is my territory, with yours Let the dogs roll together."

Its subordinates also howled.

"I will not go anywhere before eradicating the enemies of the God Emperor."

Soshian's confident voice overwhelmed the howling.

"If you want to fight, then fight."

"Okay!"

Amidst the wild laughter, a slender figure is integrated from the throne The shadow broke out and stretched out its arm.

It is about two meters tall, and it wears an angular black armor. The form is very similar to the Spirit Race warrior that Soshian has seen, except that it has a lot of spikes and runes, and its helmet is similar. The devil's horns are a string of red silk behind his head.

"Spirit Race?"

Soshian thought of countless possibilities, but didn't expect, this turned out to be a Spirit Race, and it was a Dark Eldar.

But on closer inspection, this is not a physical entity. It seems to be composed entirely of smoke. Apart from burning eyes, sharp barbs, and hanging red silk, there is nothing else to do. Prove that it is proof of physical existence.

After that, it stretched out its index finger and struck it out of the air.

"Um—"

The sudden pain made Soshian took a deep breath. He looked down and found that a wound that seemed to have been scratched by a sharp claw appeared on his On the right chest-even the Terminator armor was torn apart.

"This!"

Soshian didn't feel the power of witchcraft, the attack was so inexplicable.

Suddenly, with a bang, the torch at the far end of the hall went out, and then the other torches went out quickly along the corridor, and darkness approached Soshian from the other side of the hall.

Soshian holds the Sacred Yan sword tightly, guards all around, the helmet goggles are also lit up, and the high-resolution visual enhancement system searches for any subtle movements.

In Soshian's eyes, this area seemed to be shrouded in green twilight, but the monsters had disappeared.

"This is..."

When in doubt, Soshian felt something, raised his hand and waved his sword, and the blade was clearly visible under infrared vision.

But there is a shadow there, just a shadow...

No, not even a shadow, it’s just a faintly discernable afterimage, he just feels The blade touched something, a broken illusion.

next moment, followed by shock, blood and roar.

"Uh!!!"

Soshian groaned, who was hit hard, staggered back a few steps and hit the wall.