The Emperor’s Angel of Death

That's screaming--

Terrible, very terrible scream.

In his dim vision, Concor saw a crack in the air, like being struck by lightning.

The old, lifeless air seemed to shimmer, as if a hot mist suddenly appeared in its center.

Concor managed to activate his throne, and the data link stretched on his loose skin, but it took time, and at the blast door in the distance, all armed guards were dead, and the bodies scattered behind the open partition.

Something moved around them, shimmering.

They dashed at a speed that their eyes could barely keep up, sweeping across the bridge, moving from one side of the console to the other like lightning.

Concor was paralyzed in horror and looked at the bridge staff as if shredded in the flow of energy.

The limbs were separated, the throat was slit, and the chest was slit.

Blood and screams flooded the command deck.

Suddenly, the pain and scream that tormented Concor seemed to be gone.

He was panting, his bony fingers groping for the all-station guard button on the armrest on the throne.

"Seal the explosion-proof door!"

While he yelled, no one was listening, and everything around him fell into chaos.

The crew is being slaughtered.

When his vision became clear, those "lightnings" had become tall, slender shapes-they were wearing bone-white armor and weird masks, with scarlet mane flying behind his head like splashes. Blood.

These weird bodies move with speed and grace that humans cannot match, desperately cutting through desperate bridge crews with their meager swords and spears.

In the blink of an eye, they have eliminated the safety assessment team and started attacking deck officers, platform operators and ship analysts.

Seeing his subordinates being cut and dismembered, the mechanical parts mixed with fuel and blood exploded, Kang Ke's aging hand finally reached the station-wide alert button.

But just like before, he found himself frozen and unable to move.

He was very nervous, his jaw tightened, and a helpless growl formed in his throat, but his body did not obey at all.

This is like the sleep paralysis he experienced during his long subspace journey-the will is still working, but it seems to have been trapped in a stone statue, completely unable to respond to his will.

He struggled to pray to the emperor, sweat wet his frame.

Finally, his last crew member died.

Suddenly, the bridge fell silent, and before the power was cut off by the meditator, the sound of blood dripping on the deck could even be heard.

Only one human is still alive, sitting on the throne on the central stage of the domed room.

A war witch used psychic energy to immobilize the body of an elderly human.

Then she slowly climbed the steps of the podium, the ancient witch sword dripping blood, and the white side of her robe was carrying blood.

When she stood in front of this human being, the human being was also looking at her, but his eyes were aimless.

Veronica stared at his eyes for a while, usually she didn't get much from such a species-there was basically nothing to discover except hatred and fear.

As always, their thought process was extremely simplistic, and Veronica did not find pleasure in eliminating them.

Or she never has.

As a young spirit race, Veronica is a member of the Black Guardian most of the time, cruising around the Eye of the Curse, blocking the horrible things that flee from it.

She didn't even know the significance of the Great Prophet letting her participate in this mission. She never had any special thoughts about human beings—neither hatred nor interest.

However, now is not the time for kindness.

With pale, slender fingers, she pulled a strand of silver hair that had fallen to her forehead behind her ears, and Veronica stretched out her hand.

She could feel this old human being trembling and eager to get rid of her, he was even fighting every nerve to get rid of the helplessness of witchcraft.

Blue veins protruded from the tall neck in the straight collar of the military uniform, and the wrinkled forehead was covered with sweat.

Afterwards, Veronica's two slender fingers gently touched his forehead, and she needed to obtain the orbital station's fire control key from the human head.

At the moment she was relieved, all kinds of emotions filled her will.

Fear, anger, shock.

She passed by them, looking for something underneath.

Her own consciousness quickly passed through human memory, looking for the foundation stone to maintain her soul.

She saw him sitting on this throne for the first time, and felt pain and pride coexisting when a robot creature dressed in a red robe chanting connected data links and cables to his body.

She dived deeper.

She saw him on another ship, some type of capital ship, clutching the railings around the throne, surrounded by flames, and he was also bloody. .

This was the most humiliating moment in his life and his most tragic failure.

She goes deeper.

She saw him standing in a magnificent cathedral surrounded by faulty guests. A beautiful woman was opposite him. The priest was praising the Lord of Mankind and proclaiming the sanctity of their marriage.

He is young, his body is no longer shriveled, and his thoughts are filled with excitement and joy.

There is another...

Veronica hesitated about this emotion, like a child looking up at the sugar bowl on the cabinet. It might be risky to obtain it, but the wonderful taste cannot be resisted.

What is this emotion?

Is it the love mentioned in the books?

A certain voice reminded her suddenly.

So far, Veronica immediately concentrated on guarding her consciousness, she had gone too far in this person's memory.

She suddenly discovered that although some things were forgotten deep in their hearts, they had never been lost.

Honor, responsibility, and love.

This seems to be his core, the root of his existence, and the reason why he continues to live and breathe-even if he has forgotten it.

Everything seemed very long, but it was over in less than a second.

With Veronica's thought to end forever, the actual network cable eliminated his existence.

The human immediately collapsed on its throne and died.

Veronica moved her finger away.

For a while, she looked down at the corpse with empty eyes.

For a while, she wondered if he had ever thought about how violent and **** he would be when he still knew warmth and love.

"War Witch, don't indulge in the souls of other creatures too much, it's harmful."

An awe-inspiring voice sounded, Veronica quickly removed her attention from the human corpse.

She turned around, looked at the blood-stained bridge, and saw a vigorous figure emerging from the Shura Field-dressed in an ancient armor of dark copper, holding a spear, and black fringed hair flowing from the back of her head.

Lord of the Howling Banshee, Jan Zal.

"These monkeys are only left with violence and ignorance. Their souls are like inferior spirits. Drinking swigs will only cause headaches and nausea. Only those who are fallen will try to get nourishment from the flexibility of these monkeys~www.ltnovel.com~ The voice of the banshee lord was admonishing, and Veronica, who had obtained the orbit station's fire control key, quickly lowered her head.

"Yes."

Outside the orbital station, a small spirit warship is quietly attached to the metal shell. It has a filled holographic shield and is covered with the most powerful psionic veil, so it can approach the orbital station quietly. Avoid all detectors.

The center of the orbital station has been smashed, but they are far from enough to occupy the entire orbital station. In fact, Veronica can hear the sound of the sealed blast door beating in the distance, which is more humans seeking to enter.

They are running out of time.

Veronica knew that despite the great prophet's efforts to loosen the chains, the big hand of fate was still tightening like a noose at their throats.

If she does not succeed here, it is not just her personal future that will be lost.

The entire Ark world will fall into crisis.

"We must be fast."