God Emperor’s Angel of Death

"Sablin, rest....Take a break, my leg will break."

"If you stop, they will catch us. "

Sablin scolded, his cellmate just shook the head, took off the seal of the filter mask and raised his wide eyes.

After climbing a hundred meters of vertical rock wall, he was exhausted.

In desperation, they can only rest for a few minutes.

Then they walked into the passage that symbolizes hope. The claustrophobic corridor full of dust and rocks is one of hundreds of enclosed mines, one made by several decades of pickaxes and laser cutters. The long, low space of riddled with scars.

It is at the edge of the equipment area, leading to a substation.

At the end of the passage is a wooden gate, which looks like no one has used it for a long time.

Sablin listened for a while, and after confirming that there was no movement, he slowly pushed away and walked in with Mir.

The inside is pitch black, but the outlines of those large-scale equipment can be vaguely seen. Because the elevator shaft was abandoned, this place was also abandoned.

He took off his mask and took a breath of heavy dusty air.

Just before he was about to say that they were saved, the lights of the substation suddenly turned on, and the dazzling light made Sablin subconsciously raise his arm.

Blindly, he could hear sounds bounce strangely in the narrow space-footsteps, and voices.

He recognized the voice, the boss of the Great Eagle Gang, George Sanchez.

"Where are you going in the name of Tyra, boy?"

George Sanchez is a middle-aged man in his thirties who doesn’t look very vicious , Even quite a gentleman, with a decent beard, and his hair shined with oil.

Even he was wearing the same uniform as outside, instead of the tattered prison clothes of others. All this seemed to confirm all speculations about his transcendent identity.

He looked at Sablin as if he were a teacher, his teeth white because of his smile.

And around him, there are three or four brawny men with burly stature. They don't have any weapons in their hands-in fact, they don't need any weapons because of their physique.

George Sanchez patted his hand, walked straight to them, followed closely behind him, and walked through the enclosed space together.

"This...what happened?"

Mil was almost dumbfounded.

"Run! Look back!"

"You deal with this."

George Sanchez ordered his two men to immediately pounce from the boss Come over and grab Mir, trying to press him against the wall.

Sablin turned around and ran, knowing that Mill was not saved.

It's not that he doesn't talk about loyalty. If he also died, then no one will come back to take revenge.

After realizing that he was abandoned, Mill yelled loudly, but Sablin did not look back.

But he wasted a lot of energy before, making his hands and feet far less swift.

When he stumbled accidentally, George Sanchez grabbed him, grabbed his prisoner's back collar, slammed his fist on his shoulder and dragged him to the root of the wall.

"Twisted little bastard."

George Sanchez sipped contemptuously and slammed Sablin in the stomach with his fist.

The thin boy bent down and air was squeezed out of his lungs. He wanted to stand firm and gasped, so he instinctively grabbed George Sanchez's arm.

The big eagle helped the old man throw him to the ground and watched him mockingly.

"I heard that you ate a lot of my food, right?"

George Sanchez grabbed Sabrin's greasy black hair and forced him to look towards himself.

Without the light, Sablin saw that the two scumbags were killing Mir. The fool was too scared to fight back. The two kept laughing and kicking his face with their boots-before he fell. Before going down, his face was completely bloody.

Shame and anger surged in the boy's body, and his gurgling breath was stuck.

"Little boys are good too."

Suddenly, George Sanchez showed an obscene smile, his clean face twisted in the shadows.

"Let me see how you develop."

As he said, his hand began to touch Sablin's lower body.

At first, Sablin looked like a frightened silly, but at the moment when George Sanchez was most relaxed, his eyes burned.

next moment, his roar turned into a wild roar.

"Go to death!"

He slammed his arm across George Sanchez's neck.

Immediately, this crime-ridden man clutched his neck and staggered back, and blood began to spill from between his fingers.

And between Sablin’s fingers, there is a sharp thumb-long blade with a blood bead hanging on it——

"Kill————"

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George Sanchez's eyes widened, his arm tremblingly pointed at Sablin, and the thugs were also panicked and rushed up with a roar.

Suddenly, the gate of the substation burst open, and everyone was shocked by the loud noise.

When they turned their heads, they saw a huge figure occupying the entire gate.

"Did you bother you?"

This is a giant, a giant in a thick silver-gray armor. Others in the room may not know it, but George Sanchez is the first The eyes recognized it.

Astarte.

He staggered, trying to escape, but Sablin tripped him, and then, in his horrified gaze, pierced the blade into his temple.

George Sanchez, just died like that.

"You have the courage to kill people in front of me."

The giant said with a smile, tearing open the door frame with his bare hands, and walked in.

Sablin just stared at him.

"Do you know who I am?"

"I don't know."

"But you don't seem surprised."

The corner of Sablin's eyes was twitched, and his headache began to worsen.

"...You are a nightmare."

"Hoho, then we are very fate."

The giant glanced at Mir The uncooled corpse then asked plainly:

"Why do you want to steal something to eat? If you don't do this, he might not die."

"Because he needs to be hungry. Find food."

The giant turned his head and looked down at the thin and pale boy, and the boy looked back at him, with only unyielding and resistance in his eyes.

"Nice look."

Suddenly, there was a chuckle from under the helmet, and then the warrior took it off, revealing a pale face like a boy.

He is Talos who is implementing a secret recruitment plan.

"I saw your every move through the monitor, do you understand what is happening?"

The boy just shook his head.

"You were selected, that's why I appeared."

The boy is still puzzled, but Talos does not intend to explain.

"In the future, a great power will wake up from your body. It is a power that can scare small mortals. Of course, the premise is that you can overcome those trials."

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"Trial?"

"I have found ninety-nine people similar to you. You are the last one. From today on, you don’t have a name anymore. You only have a number, 100 "

"No! You can't take my name away!"

"Of course I can."

Talos looked back at those few The shivering man.

"Unless you are going to die here."

Sablin thought for a while, and finally did not resist.

"Okay, then so be it."

Talos turned around, and the boy followed him and walked towards the torn door.

In the middle of the journey, Talos suddenly pulled out the explosive gun, and peng peng shot all the gang thugs who were still in shock.

In this process, Sablin hardly saw it clearly. When he realized what was happening, Talos' gun had already been retracted into the holster.

"This—"

"This is power, understand?"

The Son of Midnight grinned, then slowly stepped into the darkness.

"But don’t rush to be happy, there will be a very cruel and interesting game waiting for you soon. Only a maximum of 20 of a hundred candidates have a chance to gain this kind of power. Look forward to it. Right~"

Sablin was stunned, and memories of the past flooded into his mind.

Blood childhood, humble street life, betrayal, deceit, killing, everything revolves in his mind, he suddenly realized that if he has the power, then these will be separated from him go.

Finally, the hesitation in his eyes disappeared.

Sablin in the past, now No. 100, stepped into the boundless darkness with firm steps——