God Emperor’s Angel of Death

Archangel forced himself to take a step in the snow, then stood still, gritting his teeth and holding his breath.

He slowly turned his head and looked towards behind him.

A black wolf stands on the white snow, with black fur, blood-colored nose and mouth, and drenched with blood.

It looked at him, his eyes reflected like silver coins in the moonlight.

"Ruth--"

As soon as he opened his mouth, the wolf jumped up and overwhelmed the sound of the wind with a howl.

The smell of blood was sucked into his nose, and his fangs approached his neck, but it was not San Giles, but Soshian.

Aware that the wolf is approaching him, he quickly backed away.

But it disappeared in the blink of an eye, as if the behavior just now was just a warning.

Somewhere, far in the sky and close in front of you, San Giles' hand flipped the next card.

Starlight and firelight, a throne rises from the steel deck, and a world is lit by explosions rippling on the surface.

San Giles stands tall, forcing himself to stand up from where he fell.

There was silence around, shadows wrapped around the pillars listed in the room, hiding the walls.

At a high place, the flag hangs beside the chain of bones.

He knows this place, even though it has been a few years since he last came here, its soul has not changed at that time-this is the "Vengeful Soul", Horus' flagship.

"Who are you?"

A voice came from the throne in front of the burning world.

San Gilles lifts the head.

A shadow is sitting on the throne, light entangles it, swaying icy lightning flashes on its edge, like an approaching storm.

"Who are you? Whose ghost came to my royal court?"

The sound was like a knife filed on a dry head.

The man on the throne got up and heard the creak of the armor and the si si sound of the blade. The shadow of the envelope was flowing from the armor. Soshian could see a face emerging from the darkness, pale, Lit by the flame crown burning on it.

The sound was confined to the edge of the howling, the whimper followed closely from behind, and the man took a step forward.

"My brother..."

San Giles gasped, the man gradually getting bigger as he walked forward, swelling upwards and outwards.

The ashes fell along with his steps, and the scene of the room burst open. Beyond this, Soshian could catch a glimpse of the world and the distant scene extending beyond the end of his vision.

The sea of ​​people bowed to the ground, and the iron fire machine surrounded it, and Eye of the Furnace picked the next victim to drag into the sky.

The towering human figure stands in the shadows of the gods, covered in skin and silk, blood-stained hands and eyes are dull, without mercy.

"Ah, it's my brother."

The man said, standing in front of San Giles, stretching out the claws of flames and blades.

"I saw you dive into the future to find hope..."

Blade fingers encircled San Giles.

"Look at me, know that I am here, I am here, witness me, knowing that I am the future, is the only hope you can find."

The fingers snapped together.

Soshian felt extremely painful for a moment, and in reality, San Giles' fingers flipped the last card.

Suddenly, it rained.

Soshian could feel the rain pouring on his face, the painful sight of the past still haunted him, but as the cold rain soaked into his skin, the feeling disappeared.

A lightning bolt pierced from the sky, and San Giles looked up at the light for a long time, and then slightly nodded, as if he had accepted the inevitability he had witnessed.

"After we have done everything, our future will still be like this..."

He whispered to himself, lightning illuminates the surrounding land, and the valley is filled with black in an instant Shadow, the mountain range in the distance is submerged in rays of light.

In front of them was an almost collapsed castle. Soshian blinked. If he didn't admit his mistake, this was the remains of the monastery fortress at Nathan IV.

In his confusion and shock, San Giles has strode into it.

Shadows spread on the damp stone slab, an angel wearing a crown, a Nether Soul from ten thousand years later, walking almost side by side...

Be San Gillette Si walked through the gate, and the raindrops disappeared.

In the center of the dilapidated assembly hall, the flames burned with fallen branches, the damp wood was flaring with sparks and smoke, and above it was the broken roof, which was blown by wind and rain.

Sit alone in front of the fire, with a spiral sword inserted diagonally on the fire.

The man in front of the fire is dressed in metal armor and black cloak, the crown on his head is a silver ring, his face is wearing a silver mask without any expression, and a long halberd is placed on his body. Next, half a glass of wine in his hand.

The man stared at the flame blankly, and the reflected firelight pulsed in the dark eyes.

He looks like a lost king, like every king who has been remembered in stories or songs-neither sitting on the throne nor wearing golden armor, but Alone, sitting in the last remnants of the kingdom.

As if to perceive the sound of footsteps, the mysterious person looked up towards San Giles, his eyes full of fatigue.

"You are still looking for a way out."

The man said softly, and Soshian felt the voice inexplicably familiar.

"Until now, you are trying to explore different roads, a road that can turn the future into different directions, but nothing changes every time, and you are still looking for it."

"Do you blame me for seeking hope?"

San Gilles asked rhetorically.

The man shook his head and looked towards the flame.

"How can I blame others for this behavior?"

Archangel looked up, and another lightning bolt outside the cracked roof made the sky white.

"So this is all that is left? The disaster is coming to me and waiting? Destiny has become inevitable?"

The man by the fire lifts the head, his eyes suddenly sharp.

"Until now must be the price we paid."

"Blood..."

San Gilles couldn't help whispering.

"And killing,"

The man said, picking up the wine glass and holding it to the lips of the metal mask. The liquid in the glass was dark and thick.

"Sacrifice..."

"...and, death."

Outside the castle, thunder and lightning flashed.

"Exactly."

The man did not drink, but put down the wine glass.

"That's the case, but who is it? When? Between the present and the future? None of this is written on the back of the card."

, The man took off the mask, and Soshian opened his mouth suddenly.

That face turned out to be himself!

He slowly stood up, and his skin was gradually covered in a surging ball of silver metal, and he kept raising and raising—

"Your witness, destruction and rebirth, The dreams of the old days will eventually reverberate!"

In Soshian's shocked eyes, that "he" turned into a terrifying, star-like metal god, whose hands seemed to be lifted up. The clouded sky.

Next moment, the frantic lightning hit the god in midair, the rays of light overwhelmed the sight, and the thunder engulfed the sound.

Soshian in horror fell all the way, and the rumbling sound of the collapse also fell with him...

Soon, he fell into another room, and the flame of the candle flickered in the air. Smoke rose from the cards caught in the flames on the table.

Archangel burned all the cards, leaving only the last one.

And in the silence, he was alone and unaware, San Giles’ tears formed in his eyes, and finally shed his cheeks.

Soshian opened his eyes again, he was still in his private room, sitting on a chair, but the cards in his hand had turned into countless black fragments.

"San Giles, what exactly are you going to tell me..."

Suddenly, he recalled the spiral sword, although he didn't pay much attention at the time. But now that I think about it, that sword seems to be very similar to the Sacred Yan sword.

"Is it related to the Sacred Flame Sword?"

Thinking about it, Soshian decided to wait until he returned to his home planet. He had a lot of questions to ask the Said cultivator before he could decide.