The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Staring at the blood-puppet grandmaster's flesh golem, Victor said hoarsely:

"Grandmaster, I'm sure he's dead."

The only response he received was laughter and amusement.

"Haha, little Victor, your expression and your voice tell me you're not so sure."

Victor pursed his thin lips. In Gomo, no one dared to speak to him like that, because it would be worse than death, but he could only suppress his anger when facing this person.

He was the overlord of the Dark City, but that didn't mean he had everything. There were places in Gomo that he couldn't control, and couldn't interfere with, and there were quite a few of them.

"You called me here because you're not sure, right? You want me to help you figure this out?"

"Grandmaster, this person was sent by the Eternal Court. He has already helped more than a dozen groups of rebels who believe in the God of Death. This shows that Ivrenee, that witchcraft bitch, has colluded with Veronica, that ape adulterer. They will try to get involved in Gomo. I'm not doing this for myself, I'm doing it for this free city. If it is controlled by those two crazy women, then Grandmaster, I'm afraid you. won't have a place to stay, right?"

"Haha, little Victor, that's what I admire about you, hypocritical enough to be sincere. But sometimes you overestimate your importance. Gomo will continue like this no matter who is missing. This is not something that personal will can change, unless there really is a god to change it. But if it is really divine power, how can you and I resist it?"

"Grandmaster, we are not discussing gods, but him."

"Phoenix? It's actually the same principle. It doesn't matter whether he is alive or dead, because he is not dead in your heart. Then anyone could be the Phoenix. Little Victor, what you are afraid of is not him, but the fear in your heart."

"Fear?"

Victor narrowed his eyes.

"Only I make people fear, only I can make people tremble."

"Then only you know."

Urien's voice was like a curse, and many things that Victor had once forced himself to forget appeared in his mind.

"Ugh."

He fell heavily to the ground, his face hitting the hard, cold rock, causing blood to spill from his mouth and nose. Just as he was trying to crawl forward on his hands and feet, a foot stepped on his back.

"Damn it! How dare any stray cats or dogs try to cause trouble for your grandpa Gorrick!"

A rough voice sounded behind him. He could feel the big axe approaching his head. It was this axe that had just hacked the Ghost Street Gang, which he had worked so hard to build up, into pieces, and shattered his self-esteem and confidence.

But dignity is completely unimportant compared to life. This was the truth he had learned after escaping from being almost sacrificed, and struggling all the way.

"Grandpa, spare me! Grandpa, spare me! Forgive me this time! I was blind and didn't recognize Mount Tai!"

He clasped his hands tightly, raised them above his head, and cried out in the most humble voice, his forehead constantly hitting the ground.

"Spare you? What about the wine that Grandpa spilled! I—"

"Okay, buddy, let him go."

"Tch, human崽子, what are you going to do again?"

Feeling the foot on his back move away, he was now thinking about whether to run, but he immediately realized that he couldn't escape, because the person who spoke was even more terrifying than this dwarf.

"Get up."

He carefully crawled up, bent over, turned around, and raised his head slightly.

A tall and slender young man, wearing a light purple robe, with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, extraordinary handsome, with a sword hanging on his waist, and holding a unique feather fan in his hand, was looking at him with a smile that was not quite a smile. His appearance was very Aida, but he had a different temperament, perhaps brought about by his slightly shorter ears.

"You just announced your name as Victor, right?"

"Yes, yes, yes, my humble name is Victor."

"How long have you been in Gomo?"

"Uh, about eleven light arcs."

"So you were here before the Great Fall?"

"Yes."

"How long has your gang been established?"

"Less than three light arcs."

"Looks like it's quite large. Well, I just happen to be missing a servant who is familiar with the history and environment of Gomo. Since we met, it can be considered an arrangement of fate. According to Gomo's rules, you attacked us, but were defeated by me. Now you are my slave. Of course, I don't like the slave system. I will return your freedom in the future, but now."

Saying that, the other party conjured a collar in his hand like a magic trick.

"Wear it, and you will be my person. You will know the benefits in the future."

"This."

Having been a slave in the past, he had made great efforts to get rid of his slave status. Now that he had his own power, he still had to be a slave, which was naturally difficult to accept. But when he saw the dwarf with a blood-red mohawk staring at him, he immediately reached out and took the collar, and then put it on his neck.

"Being your slave is a blessing I have cultivated! It's a blessing!"

The shorty curled his lips, but still put away his axe.

"Cheapskate, I don't understand what you human崽子 want this thing for."

"Smart enough, shameless enough, and even able to slip away under your axe, that's enough. It's enough to be a errand runner and do dirty work."

"Master, what should I call you?"

"Just call me, Phoenix."

"Phoenix."

When he turned around again, he was already standing on a battlefield strewn with corpses. This was a secondary area of Gomo, originally belonging to a religious organization with considerable power. After the Great Fall, such religious forces sprung up like mushrooms. Most of them believed in the pleasure cults of the Goddess of Desire and the Lady of Thirst. Most people in Gomo hated these people, because they actually ran to believe in an evil god who almost destroyed the Aida race. But these people still had some numbers and power, and even some nobles participated in it.

And this area used to be the territory of a great noble, but it was recently occupied by a pleasure cult called Enchanting Whispers. In order to take it back, the family sent many troops, but they were all defeated, because the cult mastered some kind of demon possession technology.

But now, this cult that once extended its demonic hand to the Gomo city area has been destroyed. The huge city was full of corpses, and the blood on the streets was ankle-deep.

Victor used a knife to cut off the head of the last struggling senior member of the cult, and then took away the ornaments that the other party had nailed to his face and ears with chains. Then he ran to a high slope not far away. There, a flag was erected, which was the flag of the family to which the area originally belonged. A circle of fully armed family soldiers surrounded it. After seeing Victor, they opened a path. After walking up the steps, he saw his master standing under the flag, looking into the distance, while a beautiful woman snuggled beside him. She was wearing a midnight-colored high-slit dress, and her entire back and slightly hooked thighs were exposed to the air. She looked at the man she was holding with fascination, while gently stroking his cheek.

". You can't refuse me anymore after we go back. Don't worry about my father, I am yours, and can only be yours."

Victor swallowed, trying to pretend that he didn't hear those explicit love words, but this was also one of the biggest characteristics of his master - he was never short of women around him.