God Emperor’s Angel of Death

"Ah...this."

Some Soshian who didn't know what to do was stunned. Suddenly, he found a circular Totem in the center of the hall. On the top, there is a silhouette sitting cross-legged, with his head drooping as if meditating.

Soshian, who has experienced many strange things, walked towards the man slowly with doubts.

"How are you...How are you?"

He was not sure if this person was alive or dead, but there was no response after a few calls, so he extended the hand.

But as soon as I touched that person, the object collapsed like gravel.

"Uh..."

Soshian didn't know what to do for a while, but he found something in the dust, so he picked it up and found it was A simple silver pistol seems to be a very primordial black powder weapon, with a line of words he doesn't recognize, but it looks very similar to Gothic.

Just as he was meditating, a strange feeling attracted him.

Soshian bent down and wiped the ashes from the ground, and found a piece of crimson metal lying on the ground. It looked like a fragment of some kind of sharp blade. It was slap wide and covered with black Xenos symbols.

With great curiosity, Soshian extend the hand to pick up the fragment.

But when his finger touched this thing, his brain suddenly banged--

"Uh--"

Soshian blinked and found himself Already in a strange and dead deserted world.

"Why do you keep doing this these days?"

He wasn't sure if this was an illusion, so he could only carefully take the 1st Step towards the surface of the world.

Soshian walked carefully toward the wind, and the sand and dust under his feet rolled up, all of which were already dry and inactivated, with no possibility of gestating life.

He maintained a twelve-point vigilance, quietly listening to his breathing bringing a steady vibration inside the power armor, and the cross aiming core calmly looked around the Desolate Land, watching His lifeform data are continuously listed on the screen.

With the light sound of gravel in the breeze and the low buzzing of armor, there is still nothing. .

Looking from the horizon to the horizon on the other side, I saw only the torn clouds rolled and stirred, and the thunderclouds rolled against each other, releasing white, purple, and a thousand kinds of red.

Suddenly, he realized that this was probably a subspace.

He has seen subspace before, but he has never seen such a view, and has never seen a subspace covering the entire world, and has never seen it in a place where there are real weather phenomena. I have never experienced such a huge, huge wave-like subspace spanning thousands of galaxies, like a withered nebula in the sky.

The wind is getting stronger and stronger, and the parchment attached to the Soshian Battle Armor is blown to pieces. He can only let the wind take them away. When they are blown away by the wind, he notices the visual interface. A warning rune jumped out from the edge, indicating that there will be a significant cooling down soon.

Is it nightfall?

But there is no change in the sky above. Although there seems to be a sunset, there is no sun in sight.

Soshian turned off the flashing rune, and at the same time his power armor began to make a louder hum-the driver behind it roared to increase its output and switched to void walking mode.

Suddenly, noticing that a white spot appeared on the ground, Soshian squatted down and brushed off the white gravel, letting the dust slip from between the fingers of his glove.

Then a broken mask appeared, like a howling face, Soshian felt familiar, and suddenly realized that it was similar to the mask of the Howling Banshee in Spirit Race——

"Spirit Race? Spirit Race again?"

Soshian stood up and brushed off the last bit of dust.

"Why have I been entangled by them lately."

He continued to move forward against the wind. After walking for some unknown time, he found a building buried in the lifeless dust. Dead city.

The red bone building extends in the field of vision, protruding from the foundations everywhere, like a mouth full of broken teeth, Soshian stands on the edge of the city, looking at this Xenos The tomb of the empty city.

Soshian was silent for a moment, listening to the whistling wind and dust hitting his armor.

For some reason, he felt a danger, as if an invisible object was threatening him and keeping him away.

"Let me see your true face."

Soshian drew out his holy flames sword, put his thumb close to start rune, the weapon flashed violent rays of light, and the blade was on the blade Reflected the scene of the storm.

When he walked on the broken street, the illusory shadow swirled by the wind and dust, swaying in the wind of the call sign, just like a ghost that only exists in the boundary of his field of vision. When he wanted to see it more realistically, he was chopped up by the wind again.

Space Marine squeezed the weapon, went deep, and went deep, where there was a little bit of pain—something, weakened, trapped, and threatened.

On the dusty gravel, he walked cautiously through the wreckage of the old city, and the wind mixed with gravel continuously brought distant sounds-like inhuman voices, Xenos's Scream.

Maybe this gale played a trick, so that even if Soshian learned some Spirit Race language, he couldn’t hear any sentence in the storm. Trying to understand a single sentence would only make the rest sound. Be more noisy and erase all concentrated efforts.

Continuing to go deep into this deserted city, Soshian has given up staring at every fleeting illusory shadow and glanced inconspicuously-in the turbulent gust of wind, the dark tower spire is in his field of vision Flashing in the corner, the Xenos Tower pierced into the hostile sky with incredible grace.

"How big is this place?"

Time seems to have lost control. Soshian's throat is getting thirsty, but he is not slowed down by fatigue.

He has walked for more than seventy hours under the endless dusk. The only thing that can tell the time is the timing rune on the inner screen of his helmet, and this number began to change at the seventieth hour. Unreliable, it began to randomly pop up numbers, as if it eventually succumbed to the supernatural laws of subspace.

Sometimes he also thinks about how much time has passed in reality when he stayed here?

He walked down another slow dust-covered street, where his boots ran over ancient rocks. It might have been a farm dome, where the plant community of Xenos was carefully taken care of with fertilizer, or It used to be just a public hall with a dome——

Soshian tried hard to withdraw his imagination. After trekking another hundred meters in the useless dust, he felt the previous one from the ground under his feet. The familiar sense of threat pulsated slightly.

But looking around, he saw only the ruined tower of a lost civilization.

Soshian knelt down again and grabbed a handful of dust. As before, he watched it slip through his fingers, being torn away by the wind.

That feeling still exists.

Soshian took a deep breath, releasing the power of the gray marrow.

Finally there is a reaction--

"en?"

Soshian immediately sensed what was stirring up below and digging up.

It swallows the sand all the way up, like a cold hound, smelling the power of Soshian's grey marrow all the way.

At a moment of surprise, Soshian turned around and stood firmly, shuddering in front of the looming sense of distorted despair.

By the time the first giant hand was lifted from the sand, Soshian had stepped back more than ten steps, stabilized his heel, and the long sword in his hand was ready to go.

A huge monster, splattered with invisible hatred, Soshian was fearless, watching silently as he struggling with the statue of Death God Ming from the scarlet soil.

But then I discovered that it seemed to be unable to stand for a while.