The Emperor’s Angel of Death

She was almost naked, her legs curled up, trying to grab the last bit of fabric.

Sablin stared quietly, wondering if he would feel a throbbing throbbing--it was this throbbing that corroded human dignity and turned people into beasts.

But there was nothing, not even mercy.

His gaze made her groping in a dilapidated and dirty environment, and she found the torn clothes in front of her. She was more afraid of the person who saved him than the person who harmed him, and was pinned by unblinking gaze. Died on a discarded bed, frozen in place like a prey in the eyes of an eagle.

Sablin sighed softly, unable to understand why these people did it.

Then he turned and left.

Sablin left the dead, and the girl who was abandoned with him.

He didn't intend to send her home or take care of her safely, because he had heard messy footsteps and a slight shout, they were calling a girl's name.

He gave the boy two minutes, and then started chasing. He knew that the other party was distraught and would instinctively run to the safest place he thought was the base camp of the cult.

Sablin plunged headlong into the darkness, flashing around on the fence to avoid the muddy piles of **** in the alley.

In some places, he galloped along the brick walls, almost ignoring the laws of physics. He gave the prey some time to lengthen the chase, but it was not long enough to allow him to escape.

He was destined to have nowhere to escape.

No one cares, and no one remembers that a life that withered due to the torture of life and excited by accidental cruel stimulation is about to end.

The young man stumbled through the smelly mound, crossed the complex blocks, and ran towards his inner sanctuary.

He ran for about ten minutes, and street lights appeared in front of him. A hundred meters ahead is an abandoned warehouse, which is also the secret base camp of the Eternal Salvation Sect.

The sect has regulations, and there is only one dead end if you are caught without permission to trespass at the headquarters, but the threat posed by the stalkers behind him outweighs everything else.

"Help~Help—"

He crawled and rushed toward the street, as if it was the safest refuge in the universe.

The young man’s heart was pounding wildly, his breathing mixed with phlegm and vomit churned in his throat, his legs were like rubber, and he didn’t listen, even though the heart and brain were desperately screaming for his body to move. Gradually slowed down.

He has also felt fear from others. When he hunted with his accomplices, chased other people, or meat that was easy to be chopped down and robbed, their fear made him laugh.

But he didn't like it falling on his head at all.

Against the background of the dim lights, the silhouette of the building in front appeared high. The young man was panting and running hard, but the cruel fate made the final journey to safety extremely long.

It's going to be safe soon-

He glanced behind his shoulder, and smiled boldly when no trace of the tracker was visible.

"Shit stuff! Go eat shit!"

He drew a **** into the darkness and realized that he might have encountered an Astarte. If he reported this information to his superiors, he would be exempt from punishment and even promoted.

While dreaming, the young man took his legs out, and he was only a stone's throw away from redemption.

The dagger-like lemon-colored light beam pierced the darkness of the alley, pulling a long reflection behind each piece of garbage, and he was about to enter the light.

"Oops!"

Suddenly, he fell in the final sprint, but his fingertips were already out of the alley, bathed in the light.

The young man gasped in relief.

He was saved--

But he did not expect that the fear in the dark found him when he reached the culmination of hope.

A steel-hard hand held his ankle, and before he opened his mouth, he dragged him back into the darkness.

Only a faint scream escaped from the darkness.

But no one cares about such a voice, because it is so common in refugee camps, everyone only cares about their own lives.

"Oh, your legs and feet are flexible."

Sablin smiled and shook his wrist, and the boy dangled in his hand.

The star warrior dragged the two to the crumbling roof of a house with only one hand. The young man was so frightened that he was begging for the weak to face the strong at first, but after being rejected, the instinct of the beast The lagging consciousness was suppressed, forcing him to fight.

The young man's movements lacked any skill, but were full of strength and bravery. He kept hitting Sablin's helmet and chest with his fists.

"Go to die! Monster! Go to die!!!"

However, after all, this is the worm shaking the tree.

Sablin slammed the young man to the top of the building, and even before he was bounced by the hard rock, he felt his ankle split.

The young man slid across the rough ground, his knees, hands, and face were rubbed into a mess.

Afterwards, all courage and vitality were lost, he curled up into a ball, and cried, almost afraid to raise his eyes.

When he finally plucked up the courage to do this, a sudden blow broke all his ribs and knocked him to the ground.

Before the blow came again, the young man managed to roll over, but a huge, ruthless hand pressed against his thin chest and fixed him to the roof.

The boy screamed, desperately waving the monster that had captured him.

Sablin leaned over to meet his fist, and greeted him without evasiveness with his helmet.

One punch, another punch, until the young man's fist cracked.

The poor bug panted heavily, and slid his hand onto the roof.

He finally saw the tormentor: a silver-gray helmet with a midnight blue stripe, scarlet eyepieces, and a dazzling sky eagle emblem...

"Astarte."

The young man's voice was so small that he couldn't hear him clearly.

Sablin tilted his head curiously, and at the moment the heavy rain was pouring, water and rust mixed with blood stains dripping from the helmet.

"What are you doing here?"

The young man asked, his fear pushed aside by the extraordinary awe-he didn't expect him to answer, and he couldn't guess the answer.

"For justice."

"justice?"

The young man was panting. This is a weird and ridiculous word ~www.readwn.com~It has rarely been heard since the invasion.

Sablin let go of his hand.

"Tell me, how many people are in your sect, and what is the name of the leader."

The boy did not try to resist, a weird smile appeared on his face soaked in rain and blood.

"The emperor is a liar, you are all, you will all die, you will all—"

Sablin shook his head, stretched out his index finger, and nailed the young man's chest pain.

The almost suffocating pain swept through his nerves, causing him to tremble and sob differently.

"Say, I will make it easier for you. You will never want to know how many ways I have tortured people. You will be eye-opening."

Then the Midnight Ghost uttered a low moan, stood up staggeringly, staggered a few steps, and collapsed in his tattered black cloth.

The man nodded in tears, and Sablin withdrew a little finger.

Then, while shaking, the young man shook out everything he knew, and then Sablin knew that this sect had unexpectedly developed tens of thousands of believers!

What's worse is that some bureaucrats who manage the camp are also involved!

"——Please, I...I said it all."

Sablin stared at the begging young man, and suddenly whispered:

"Now, repent--"

"what......"

"Confess to the emperor."

"Emperor, I—"

When the young man hesitated, Sablin's palm directly plunged into the opponent's chest, and the man's limbs trembled like an electric shock, and his twisted face almost stared out.

He opened his mouth, but his throat was clogged with blood and he couldn't say a word.

In the end, the young man lost everything after a few seconds.

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