God Emperor’s Angel of Death

Looking back ten thousand years ago, he was still a child, with the ambition of an elder and the intelligence of a wise man, looking at the streets and alleys of the City of Light with eyes that have not yet witnessed the war. .

The starlight illuminates this hot night. Although the evening breeze makes breathing hard, it also dries the fine sweat on the skin.

"What if they refuse us?"

Another child asked him.

"Then I will be an explorer."

At that time, he replied proudly:

"I want to go to wasteland to take an adventure for Prospero builds a new city."

The other boys still seemed hesitant.

"But we must join Legion, Iskander, any other dream will only disappoint our family."

"I will not fail."

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He immediately summoned a glass full of water from the other end of the table with his mind, and some spilled out halfway, while the other boys could only leaned out and reached for their own water glass.

He could detect the faint jealousy in other people's hearts, but he still didn't say a word.

Ten years later, he is no longer a child.

They are great warriors.

Blast guns roared and swords screamed. The purpose of their lives is to let all beings return to their feet.

The power of their father is so dazzling that it hurts just to look at it.

The giant of Crimson strode through the battlefields, his sword edge swayed to the distant alien city.

"Destroy them!!!"

The boy who joined Legion with him stood beside him. They charged side by side, wearing helmets in unison.

Their father wants the city to disappear before sunset, and it must be so.

After more than ten years, they stood covered in dirt in a magnificent temple like an arena, listening to Horus telling every detail of Tyra's imminent destruction.

The tactical analysis has ended, and this is the climax of the speech.

But some of the superhuman innate talents of the commander have disappeared, and he can no longer inspire his warrior as before. He once encouraged warriors to exchange words between you and me in order to share their opinions and Plan tactics together.

Tonight, similar communication is pitiful, and Horus always talks too much and listens too little.

Don’t he realize that everyone in this hall has his own purpose? Doesn't he still know that this war has other meanings for other people?

He doesn't know.

Hatred is flowing in his blood vessels, and Horus believes oneself infallible that everyone is as full of complaints as him.

But he was wrong.

Several Legion warriors stood side by side, the wolf god Horus, and his words revealed the confidence and majesty of a god.

He talked about triumph, portrayed hope, and brag about the scene when the wall of eternity was reduced to ashes.

But he didn’t care about it, turned and left...

"Ahriman!!!"

He had already shouted this name. Ten times, but maybe I didn't hear it, or maybe I didn't care at all. The once-familiar president of the Black Crow Society just raised his hands to the sky surrounded by ghosts and roared hoarsely.

The three wizards in the inner circle could not resist this terrifying force and turned into raging fire, and the other two were torn into pieces. Their bodies collapsed like grains of sand and were killed by Ahriman. The barbaric spirit strength is annihilated.

The place where he is located has become the core of the storm.

The names were recited one by one, and hundreds of wizards stopped praying and looked at each other in horror.

He was very angry, but he could not kill Ahriman with witchcraft. This would only make the etheric core out of control, and the burst of energy would kill everyone.

The dense energy around his body began to radiate dangerous arcs toward the sky. He tried to shoot that damn bastard, but the violent wind disappeared without a trace.

This ceremony, Ahriman's scarlet letter, is struggling on the verge of failure.

He already had a foreboding of all this, and Tomahawk Sheen cut through the air beside him, bringing another wound to this miserable world.

"Kill this lunatic!"

Their company commander screamed out the command against the violent hurricane,

A flash of lightning flashed across the edge of the pyramid , It made a crackling sound like a whip, and the loud noise shocked the whole building.

The frantic rainbow light blinded one wizard's eyes, and the other fell to the ground.

"Kill him!"

Each heartbeat is accompanied by more warriors jumping out of the channel.

"Kill Ahriman!!!"

The chorus of dozens of explosive guns is like a desperate dragon roar, but nothing hits, not a shot.

Ahriman is still screaming to the sky, and Mekari, his partner, is approaching him with difficulty step by step.

The wizard extended the hand with all its strength. The twisted metal fingers were only one centimeter away from the throat of the chief think tank, but the scarlet letter was completed.

A monstrous wave of energy surged from Ahriman's body. He heard Merika's miserable scream, and it was not until the last moment that he realized that he had failed.

Next, Mecari went, his closest friend.

They can't sleep forever.

The brother who was fighting with him at the top of the pyramid last second, suddenly fell silent under the gaze of the strange stars of Sotia Reus.

Mecari stood quietly, and then his hands fell silently.

He looked at the familiar silhouette, but he could no longer perceive the existence of his best friend. It felt like you were standing in front of a mirror, but the person in the mirror no longer looked back at you.

Even though the armor is still standing, things have remained the same, but people have changed.

The warriors slumped to the ground one by one, and the Kotaran-style crown fell on the glass floor, spreading cobweb-like cracks everywhere.

Mecari’s T-shaped eyepiece is still open, and he was slightly nodded.

There is who, in the distance, calling...

"Kayang."

"Kayang!?"

Look Looking at the silhouette coming out from the side, Soshian was taken aback. The prisoner who was supposed to be in the prison now appeared swaggering in his robe.

"Why are you here?"

Soshian drew his sword and pointed it at the opponent, and the gray pulp immediately activated.

Kayang ignored him. Instead, he walked to the iron coffin, pointed at the thing and said:

"It let me out."

"What?"

"Don't be surprised, I made a deal with him, I will help you find your flagship, and you--"

Amber The skin-skinned Kayang turned his bald head and stared at Soshian with deep eyes.

"When you enter the dark city of Comoros, you must help me find someone."

"I have never heard of this deal."

Soshian did not put down the sword.

"I won't go to Comoros."

"You will go, sooner or later."

"If a chaos traitor, I can't Believe it."

Ka Yang burst into laughter as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.

"hahaha! Is this what you can say when the eighth Legion prophet is housed? Soshian, Soshian, your face is thicker than the city wall of the Imperial Palace of Terra."

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"You--"

Soshian was speechless, but he still tried to refute the opponent.

"At least Talos did not participate in chaos, but you are the main member of Black Legion!"

"Do you imagine the difference between the two?"

"Okay, stop arguing."

Saul walked between the two of them and gently pressed Soshian's sword with his hand.

"Soshian, you can trust me for the time being, and I will guarantee it."

Soshian can only take back the sword.

"Kayang, tell me, what is the Said cultivator?"

Kayang spread his hands, shrugged.

"I don’t know, what I can tell you is...its existence is related to subspace."

Soshian, who has received too much information today, is a little bit Confusion, he didn't understand what Kayang was referring to, in short, the situation was beyond his control.

In other words, everything is never under his control?