The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Soshyang saw that body for a while before recognizing that it was the enchanter he had found in Unbound Soul before.

It seems that Huron calls it Goliath, and he takes it seriously.

Soshyan blinked, and there were navigators, turrets, and consoles surrounding the throne.

But there are no heretical priests muttering to himself, no crew members in uniforms waiting for orders or adjusting settings, and no machine servants inserting themselves in their seats, chattering or slowly reporting with mechanical voices. Happening.

This is really a dream. Although there is no matching picture before, there is no better explanation.

"I'm coming."

Soshyan whispered loudly.

[It seems that you have experienced a lot of dreams]

[Sit down, master]

He didn't laugh. Although it was ridiculous to be told to sit in his own command seat, Soshyang did so in order to see what would happen.

[I can almost touch you]

These words stung Soshyan's skin, and he looked up at Goliath who was constantly being tortured.

[You did not become the fighter you wanted to be]

[You are on a wrong path]

[There is something that must be said between you and me]

[It must be now, it must be here]

[There is no other chance]

The tone of the other party is strange, like a short choir, but the tone is very obscure.

The commander of the star knight sat motionless, forming a very patient picture. He refused to let his anger and suspicion surface, but his eyes slid away from the broken body of the enchanter.

[You haven't realized it]

Soshyan leaned on the throne as he did on a real bridge.

"Even death can't make you shut up?"

[All around you are scams]

Soshyang frowned and found that the skull tied to the chain seemed to be glancing at himself with hollow eye sockets. This illusion made him feel very uncomfortable.

"Really? So where did you get this wonderful knowledge?"

[Do you think this moment is meaningless? 】

[Do you think I can't hear your faster heartbeat? 】

Soshyang lightly stroked the hilt of the Saint Yan sword beside him, pressing on the thought of trying to explain, causing his head to gradually aches.

"Go on."

He spoke, maintaining an unscrupulous attitude. Although he wanted to know something, he always kept his mind.

This is likely to be a trap in the subspace, and at worst it is also a witchcraft.

It is also very possible that both are, but that is not good.

[You don’t remember anything]

[You have been following the path they made for you]

[An ancient chess game]

[But you should never enter]

[The player who plays with you won't care about your life or death]

Soshyang didn't make any waves, and still stroked the hilt of the sword lightly. The other party's words were as obscure as its tone, but he had vaguely grasped the key.

"I think you are bluffing me, body."

[Why I lied]

[You know it well]

【Sol Taviz】

【Yago Savitarion】

【Talos Valkoli】

[It’s no accident that they show up next to you]

This may indeed be the case, but Soshyan has no idea of ​​acknowledging and remains silent.

[How much do you know about the past]

Soshyang shook his head and felt that his mouth was suddenly dry and he wanted to swallow and spit.

"Don't you want to spy on my secrets, devil, I know what your nature and nature are, and it is a great kindness for me to listen to your nonsense."

[Do you really think there is a secret in front of me]

"Who are you?"

Soshyan frowned on this question.

[This question is meaningless to you]

[Who am I and how does it affect you]

Soshyang swallowed again and began to think about the beginning of the topic.

Subspace steals all the definitions of the primitive realm, and even abandons all physical disguise and the constancy of all things. He is not sure how this demon broke through the power of gray marrow and entered his dream. It's time to rethink the identity of this enchanter.

Or he must deal with the reality of the opponent as soon as possible.

"You said so much nonsense at me, what is the purpose?"

[You have doubts]

[Since that person told you the way to the future]

[Every night has deep doubts]

Soshyang lifted his head slightly and met the hollow eye socket of his skull.

"If you are as omniscient and omnipotent as you said, then tell me what the essence of gray marrow is."

Rarely, that thing was silent.

It wasn't until Soshyang almost lost his patience that the other party replied in a low voice:

[It’s too early for you now]

[Too naive]

[If you really want to know the answer]

【remember】

[Find Jackal]

Soshyang stared upward at the nailed broken bones and the stacked symbols above it. These strange words quickly swept across his visual membrane display, as if they were saying something.

"Jackal? What is that?"

But there was no response, he could feel that something had left, just a dead thing in front of him.

In the midst of contemplation, Soshyang's world was once again blurred.

The soft light was filtered by the lampshade and then shot into his eyes. The first thing he saw was the pure white ceiling of the medical cabin, which was the same as he thought about it last.

When he straightened his waist, he found himself lying on a medical bed with his body naked, various hoses connected to the end of the syringe inserted into his arm, the air was filled with the smell of disinfectant, two pharmacists were looking at him, among them One is Valer.

"What am I doing now?"

Soshyan knew that he had passed out on the battlefield, and knew that the pharmacists must have checked his body carefully, so he directly raised his question.

The two pharmacists glanced at each other, and finally it was Valer who told the results of their examination.

"Commander, we found a thin metal mesh in your cerebral cortex."

Valer took out a scanned picture ~www.ltnovel.com~ and said, pointing to the shadow on it.

"They wrap your brain like a fishing net. I don't know what the consequences will be, but in terms of form, they are somewhat similar to—"

With that, the pharmacist hesitated.

"Similar to something, just say it."

"Similar to the butcher's nail of the world swallower."

Hearing that word, Soshyang's eyelids jerked and his face sank.

"are you sure."

"Currently this is the case, but I still need to check further. The equipment on board is not enough to support this operation."

Soshyang lowered his head and thought for a while, then decided to let go of the problem first.

"Where are we now? How is the war situation."

"We have now returned to the Nathan Galaxy. After you passed out, Malakin took over the command—"

Afterwards, Valer explained the situation after Soshyan passed out in detail.