God Emperor’s Angel of Death

A blood-stained ring slipped out of Soshian's chest, and the sharp blade that was about to approach his forehead finally solidified in midair.

Mysterious Dark Eldar stared at the ring blankly, then bent down and held it in his hand.

"You--"

It lifts the head, looking at Soshian's blood-filled face, whispered:

"You are back.. .. Are you back?"

This ring was handed down by the Soshian family. According to his father's notes, the markings on it came from their ancestors who fled Ulano.

Seeing this scene, he suddenly realized that this existence might be related to his ancient family.

"Alexei, Alexei...ah, yeah, how did I forget, you are their offspring."

"Who are you?"

Spirit Race released his hand and stood up straight again.

"Come with me, this is what I owe you."

Soshian struggled to stand up. The wound on his body made every movement of him accompanied by pain, although he did not I don't trust this Xenos, but I still want to know what the other party is selling.

Suddenly, Spirit Race stopped and glanced back at Soshian's waist.

"Close that thing."

Soshian was stunned for a while, then tied the book back with the chain, and the singing disappeared again.

He followed the opponent through the hall and came to a circular space where there was nothing but an altar.

Something was tied to the altar, and when it realized that someone was approaching, the creature tried to lift the head from the altar.

The silver chain clinked as it moved, the symbols on the altar glowed brighter, and the white candles glowed steadily at the edge of the line of sight, but they did not dispel the darkness in the room at all.

The only real light is the cold light from Dark Eldar's mask and the light from the creature that is bound by the chains.

Soshian looked at this thing carefully. Its limbs bend with the growth of joints. There are black feathers and arthropods on the shoulders and backs. The fangs and red eyes without eyelids extend from the face, and its skeleton is wrapped. Amber translucent skin.

In that deformed body, many organs float like jellyfish, and strands of red light constitute its blood vessels.

The creature struggled for a second, then fell on the altar. It twitched its face and made a si si sound to the two of them.

Soshian can feel that something is scratching the edge of his thoughts, like an insect in a box, wanting to be released.

This seems to be a demon, but it is different.

"This is not the so-called low-level thing of the devil."

As if able to see through Soshian's thinking, Spirit Race made a deep laugh, and the moisture in the breath turned into frost. , Passing through the air filled with spiritual power.

The creature made a si si sound and tried to break free of the chains again.

"It has a lot of high level."

I said, and then I closed my eyes for a few seconds. I'm really tired.

After that, Spirit Race opened its chest at some unknown time, opened it and took out an amber-shaped heart from it.

When he saw it, Soshian's eyes felt a tingling, and a series of inexplicable words formed in his brain, making him take a subconsciously step back.

"What is this?"

Spirit Race didn't answer, the air was filled with the smell of decay like a grave, and he walked towards the creature on the altar.

It receded, the iron thorns pierced out of its flesh, and every eye of it was staring at the heart in Spirit Race's hands.

Generally speaking, demons don’t feel fear, because they don’t feel anything that is recognized as emotion. They are emotions themselves. They are formed by hatred, desire and anger. They just want to destroy and create them. The mortal world.

So they are not afraid, just like fish will not drown.

But rules and competition run through every line of their existence, unbreakable and undeniable.

Because of this nature, some things cannot even be tolerated by themselves.

"Struggling on whilst at death's door for so many years, it should be over."

Spirit Race walked to the altar and looked down at the monster. This sentence seemed to be self-mumbling.

It is completely motionless, for a moment, almost like a living thing.

Afterwards, he pressed those hearts into the chest of that thing,

The creature on the altar moved towards the top and struggling hard, it screamed and twitched its limbs, and its skin continued to stretch.

The iron chain bang tightened, the icon gleamed on the altar, Spirit Race spit out the word, and the heart immediately penetrated into the torso of this creature, and the broken flesh shot out, greasy black mist Overlapped with crying in the air.

The creature was trembling, its flesh was full of blisters, and the protruding blood vessels also condensed into black rot.

"Come here."

Spirit Race turned around and looked at Soshian.

"What are you doing?"

Soshian looked at the altar vigilantly, like an evil ceremony.

"Eat it."

"Huh?"

"I said, I ate it."

Soshian stared. Eye.

"Are you crazy or am I crazy?"

"I didn't say let you eat with your mouth."

Spirit Race said coldly:

"You are very hurt now. If you don't eat it, you can't walk down."

Soshian walked slowly beside the struggling monster, frowned staring at it, he could feel The stench of a subspace is permeating.

"What the hell is it?"

"A fool who once called himself a god, put your hand on it."

Soshian thought for a moment, I suddenly thought of something.

"Do you know Grey Marrow!?"

"hmph, do you often feel inexplicable emptiness?"

"You--"

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This is one of Soshian’s secrets. Since the gray marrow spread to his body, he often feels inexplicable emptiness. This emptiness is not mental boredom or physical level, but pure nothingness. He even felt like he was just a shell.

He didn't tell anyone about this, he just buried his anxiety deeply in his heart.

"I don't care what you call that superpower, but I can only tell you that it is the most hungry existence in reality. If you don't satisfy it, one day you will be unable to control it. "

"What can't be controlled?"

Spirit Race sneered several times.

"I can't help but eat everyone around you."

"This—"

"Okay, now put your hands on it."

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Soshian hesitated for a moment, and finally slowly put his hand on the struggling thing.

next moment, the silver silk thread that is as dense as a spider web spews out of his hand, enveloping the existence.

Soon, it stopped struggling, and a brand new force surged into his body. The feeling was so wonderful that it almost made him intoxicated, but he immediately reminded himself not to be blinded by the senses.

He turned his attention to his body and found that all the wounds were healed, and even the Terminator armor was repaired completely. A new force surged in his blood vessels, making his skeleton. Crunching.

More than ten seconds later, a sense of satisfaction filled his soul, and Soshian couldn't help but sigh.

Then the silver thread disappeared, leaving only a pile of smoking black remains on the altar.

"Are you--"

Soshian turned around, still trying to figure out the purpose of this Spirit Race, only to find that the other party has disappeared, leaving only the air in the air A reverberating voice.

"Go home, lost son...remember...don't...let them escape..."

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Suddenly, Soshian felt a whirl of heaven and earth. When he thought he was going to faint again, he found that everything had disappeared, the altar had disappeared, and the room had disappeared. It is a collapsed pillar and a rotten statue.