The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Carsten’s dream has never been good since he betrayed the emperor. Most of the time, it is full of bones, blood, and the rain of destruction, and there is the endless fire of the ashes flying in the snow. city.

His night is a long apocalypse. Occasionally, the dream does not fall into a sea of ​​flames, instead, angry demons come to his bedroom.

In even rarer circumstances, his dreams were able to escape the torture of demons and the doomsday. He dreamed that he had gone to a beautiful garden, filled with beautiful creatures of their own, beauties he could not even see in his entire life. And he can get the greatest joy in it.

But this situation is the worst for him, not because of the dream, but because of the desperate collapse when the dream finally awakens.

Therefore, when he has to fall asleep like other humans, he must seek help from outside.

A large part of his income is spent on buying drugs and narcotics. Alcohol is ranked third, a remote but indispensable. If he wants to fall asleep, fainting himself is the only way. If He did nothing, so he could only lie soberly on the dirty little bed with fear of losing consciousness.

He referred to the Big Three of anesthetics that helped him sleep as his good partner. In fact, he is an incurable addict.

Fortunately for him, even when he was invaded, the black market of anti-slaying stars was still full of various drugs (that is, the kind of drugs), and his identity as a security officer allowed him to easily access a large number of contraband.

Despite the high prices, those drugs still provide many opportunities for desperate people.

Carsten thought he was a desperate man.

In the night when the sky was stained red with blood, Carsten's memory was always only death and screaming.

Only relying on those drugs can tear the dream into pieces, which is not good, but it is better than remembering it completely.

The drugs made it difficult to wake up, and thanks to them, he fell asleep at the beginning of the nightmare.

"Uh--"

Carsten rolled over, panting, and heard someone in the hallway slamming the door in an unstoppable posture.

Bang bang bang ——

The sound of metal overwhelmed the shout, but not enough to completely drown it.

"Carsten! Carsten! Wake up!"

"what?"

A fuzzy, tearing sensation churned Carsten's sober consciousness into a mass.

His mouth was dry, as if all the saliva had flowed to his chest in his sleep, he instinctively wiped his face clean with the back of his hand, and when he smelled the sour smell of the medicine, he couldn't help but frowned.

"It's me, Dale! Carsten, hurry up and open the **** door!"

Dale was one of the few sect members who did not dislike him, but this did not make his intrusion welcome.

Carsten groaned, pulling up the dirty pillow and covering his head.

"stop fighting--"

The door slamming stopped for a few seconds, and when it sounded again, Carsten's comforting illusion that the disturber had left disappeared.

This time it was a symphony of gold and iron, and the percussive sound rang together with the siren.

"Carsten! Get out!"

Obviously, the other party is very persistent.

"alright!"

Carsten stood up, fumbled to the door, kicked an empty bottle blocking the way on the floor-maybe half a liter of fake wine and sedative were not a good idea.

He struggled to wake up from his medication sleep, his limbs limp like cotton.

The security officer tried twice, but the door still failed to open, but he was exhausted.

"Ah!"

Suddenly, the door slid open at the wrong time, and a fire extinguisher almost hit Carsten in the face.

"Why did you hit my door with this thing?"

Carsten asked in a daze.

"Because you got up!"

"I don't want to get up."

Dale, in a red priest's robe, glared at him.

"Everyone must be there, the bishop said."

Carsten squinted. It was difficult for him to see the face of the person in front of him. It fluttered like smoke.

"God, you are drunk again!"

"I always, after get off work."

Carsten grumbled vaguely.

"Can't sleep..."

"Be sober! Something big is about to happen!"

In Carsten's eyes, Dale's uncertain face finally condensed into a shocking oil painting.

He really didn't have much interest in sects or anything. At the beginning, he joined the cult mainly because he wanted bribes from the other side, to open the back of the cult, and by the way, he got some cheap drugs from the sect.

"follow me!"

No matter what else, Dale took Carsten by the arm and dragged him into the hallway.

"where are we going?"

"where are we going?!"

Dale glanced back at him.

"Temple!"

"You trash!!!"

Ohm Dier glared at everyone, every tattoo on his face twitched with the rhythm of his muscles, but no one felt his unspeakable anger.

His two biggest confidants, part-time executioners, stood by the bishop's side. They did not have the same beliefs as him, but they had the same ferocious look. They were as weak and unfaithful as other believers while playing the role of accomplices.

Ohm Dier is an illegal psionicist, but his psionic power is very weak, and can only be used as a street trick. In fact, he was just a crappy scammer not long ago.

But the Chaos Invasion gave people like him a chance. He gained stronger power by devoting the lives of others, so he was no longer willing to be a liar.

He wants to be a man who will rule his life and death!

Therefore, he established the Eternal Salvation Sect, which enlisted a large number of desperate and desperate people.

"One of our liaisons is missing, right at our door, Chris, the data board!"

The people next to him handed a data board, and the bishop pressed a few brass buttons, then held it up for everyone to see.

A street can be seen in the video ~www.readwn.com~ and an alley entrance directly opposite the camera, a face of horror emerged from the darkness. He fell to the ground and then stretched out his hand toward the front light.

In the next second, he seemed to be dragged back into the darkness by an invisible force, and the street became empty again.

"Can anyone explain?"

The room was filled with suspicion of each other's eyes, and everyone's chest was filled with air, and they shook their heads one after another.

"No one? No one? Okay, then."

He raised his chin in Carsten's direction.

"Let's see what the security officer has to say."

"what?"

Carsten woke up suddenly and asked attentively.

Ohm Dier walked up to him, slammed a punch, almost knocked out the air in Carsten's lungs, and then pushed him aside.

"I shouldn't have counted on you, **** trash."

Carsten curled up in pain and coughed for a long time.

"I--"

"I'm asking you a question, Carsten!"

"I have no idea!"

Carsten gasped.

Ohm Dier raised his fist, ready to attack again, and the surrounding thugs were also shaking with bloodthirsty desires. Public executions are common in sects.

But the punch failed to fall, and the howling interrupted it.

At that moment, dozens of heads swayed back and forth, looking for the source of the painful scream.

But it seems to come from all directions, from the corridors, from the vents, and even, as if from the echoes in the metal.

When the screaming stopped, everyone was accompanied by strong tinnitus, but some people heard the sigh that followed:

"Repent, today is the time for you to die—"

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