The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Soshjan had no idea where he was. Before him, a sickly, twisted white light ceaselessly repeated its division and fission, replicating like cancerous cells in a repulsive and disgusting manner, constantly being reborn, metabolized, destroyed, creating and destroying in harmonious symbiosis. The flickering, painful light was enough to traverse the warp, disrupting the silent, gray order and balance, piercing the horizontal cut of time and space. Its formless, tangible, and bizarre posture seemed ready to fill the vast and empty void...

At the same time, the light on his body continued to grow outwards... Yes, grow. The light spread like weeds, and the spatial rifts constantly spat and swallowed, bearing this destructive power. It felt as if, in the next moment, space would be destroyed by this power and cease to exist.

If Soshjan could see himself at this moment, he would find that he was already in a form incomprehensible by common sense. Crystalline fission bodies intertwined with the flickering of creation and destruction, sometimes shining, sometimes dying out, as if imprisoning all things in the universe within endless refraction. And what it projected was only the last mercy of the Star Gods, which was ruin and death...

The power of the universe was wantonly played with in this place, and the will of eternity flowed freely. No mortal mind could withstand even a trace of the information leaked here, not even a ten-thousandth part.

The two beings communicated in a way that transcended mortal comprehension, a conversation as long as eternity and as short as a breath.

However, all of this was no longer relevant to Soshjan, because he had long lost consciousness, or to put it bluntly—

He had fainted.

He lost control of his body and fell into another dream.

He saw two enormous figures fighting in the starry sky. One was flowing with a dark, silvery light, its body like a mosaic in reality, difficult to discern with the naked eye, as if it existed in some kind of quantum state between realities. However, the two bone-like wings on its back were clearly visible, flowing with a ghostly green lightning. At the same time, it seemed to be holding a spear that made the soul tremble with just a glance. The silvery trail left streaks of flickering scars in the void as it moved at high speed.

Opposite it was a fiery light, as if hundreds of stars were gathered together. It was too dazzling, and Soshjan couldn't see what was inside at all.

The two beings collided, separated, and collided again. The whole process was silent, but Soshjan saw distant stars flickering, bursting, and extinguishing in the process.

Furthermore, Soshjan noticed that dozens of constructs were faintly floating around the battlefield. It was just that these two beings were too conspicuous, and their colors were very dark, so they were easily overlooked. In short, they looked very much like Blackstone Fortresses.

These two beings seemed to be encircled by the Blackstone Fortresses, fighting like gladiators in an arena.

Finally, after the two beings separated again, Soshjan saw an astonishing scene. Black vortexes were born above and below, in front and behind the silver giant with wings, and several small black holes formed in an instant. The space around the fiery light团 also twisted, and the distant stars began to change their positions, as if being manipulated by invisible hands like playing with glass balls.

The rapid change of the stars seemed to form a twisted space in the universe. Soshjan found that his vision had become a multi-dimensional perspective composed of countless broken glasses, and he could no longer observe what was happening.

Until his world turned into fragments again, the battle seemed to be over. The fiery light团 still existed, while the silver giant turned into a meteor and streaked across the already dark void.

Soshjan blinked, suddenly feeling a little tired, so he changed from a sitting position to a standing position and left the sanctuary.

Wait, sanctuary?

Strange, but not so strange, but he didn't think about it anymore.

He took two steps, then stopped again.

Why didn't he feel strange?

At this time, he didn't realize that the concept of "self" was flickering like the tail of a firefly. He just had an unspeakable feeling of strangeness in his heart, and then continued to walk forward.

Was it he who had gone mad, or the world?

He walked out of a closed space. The sun seemed to hang high in the sky, but when he looked up, there was only a flowing silver river, casting a dazzling light.

He didn't find it strange.

But he felt he should find it strange.

He didn't know how long he had walked. This space seemed to never reach the boundary. Looking around, the bone-white earth could not be seen to the end, only countless towers that he was accustomed to seeing, their tops burning fiercely, like giant torches.

Suddenly, rain fell from the sky at some unknown time, and several green creatures fluttering their wings danced before his eyes, with long vines hanging down from the sky.

Sometimes, they would gently brush his cheeks, bringing a gentle touch.

It seemed that everything was beginning to distort.

Was it the world that was distorting, or himself?

Finally, Soshjan stopped, not because of physical exhaustion, but because he saw something like a "boundary."

It was a layer of light green film. Although it was translucent, he couldn't see the scene on the other side. He could only vaguely see what seemed to be a dense forest. This light film slowly wriggled, with gorgeous light flowing on it.

As he approached, a narrow crack opened between the light films, and the fragrance of plants and soil floated over. Through the crack, he saw a deep and quiet forest, the ground covered with green fallen leaves, and even the air was filled with a faint green mist.

It seemed that an emerald dream entrance had opened.

Soshjan naturally passed through the crack, and the light film then closed behind him and disappeared.

At the same time, in the distance, in his ear, the wind brought a faint laugh.

Soshjan followed the sound and came to a huge tree. The roots of the tree naturally formed a courtyard, and the branches and vines intertwined to form various beautiful shapes. A slender figure sat on a chair made of vines, reaching out to touch a semi-transparent animal floating in the air. It had a large umbrella-like body and round lower limbs, floating like a bubble. When touched, it would emit different colors of light and form a series of gorgeous traces in the air.

Then she turned her head, looking at Soshjan with a gentle smile, her eyes like sparkling autumn water, mesmerizing. Glory surrounded her, spreading warmth and the breath of life throughout the garden, scattering it to every place it touched.

Apart from a simple light cyan sleeveless robe, she had no other ornaments. Her milky white skin was like a perfect sculpture, and her equally green hair and slender ears set off her beautiful beauty that made people feel pity.

And she looked exactly like Veronica—

Veronica?