The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Gal Mozeje stopped outside the desecrated church, he would not disturb Tubek's prayers.

Surrounding the Thousand Character Wizard, the corpses are arranged in a zigzag shape, the spine and limbs form runes, and the energy halo crackles around Tubek.

The color of violence distorted the air and scratched the space. Even Garmo Zejie, who was standing on the periphery of the ritual circle, could feel a tugging.

The halo showed pure hunger, an abstract concept trying to manifest.

Suddenly, the light flashed by, and reality screamed and was split by an axe, and the halo disappeared.

Tubek turned and stepped across the corpse circle and walked towards Galmozejie. The burqa outside his armor was smoking, and the edges of the prayer scroll tanned in human leather were blackened and curled in the heat.

Qianzi looked at the thing that followed Garmo Zejie, and then said contemptuously:

"Ah, a ghoul, this thing should be thrown away."

What used to be Rooney shrank back a bit. Looking at the outside world, his remaining self would condense into something more real than steam, and he would remember who he was.

He would scream because of the way he became, but his deformed body would not listen to him, and then he looked out through eyes that no longer belonged to him, and everything would turn into painful disillusionment.

Then, he saw something coming out of the ritual circle.

It was a solid shadow, with a human appearance, but without features. The eye sockets were only vague depressions, and the irregular structures on both sides of the head were reminiscent of ears.

The thing swiftly passed through the burning street, it leaped between flames with dark elegance and speed.

It flies there, and the residents there will obey a greater will.

They are killing each other in perfect violence, chaos spreads, and it moves faster.

As if aware of what the creatures around him were observing, Garmo Zejie gently raised his foot, causing it to curl up like a puppy.

"It's funny, just leave it alone."

Garmo Zejie then asked:

"What did you see."

"I saw, brother, Soshyan is being entangled by a horror monster. Abaddon's plan is going well, and what you are looking for is in the fiercest part of the battlefield."

"you sure?"

Tubeck nodded again.

"I foresee what you are looking for will appear, and there will be redemption."

Redemption, for those who are loyal to Chaos, this is a seldom submitted word.

"Redemption."

Garmo Zejie whispered softly, tasting the syllables of the words and exploring its deeper meaning.

"Redemption."

Tubek repeated:

"Something has fallen on the dead."

Gal Mozejie nodded thoughtfully, then looked at the blasphemous ritual ring.

"The follow-up plan requires a large army to serve us. There are tens of millions of blood here to encourage these people and let them fight for us."

"I'm already doing it. It will take a while."

As he said, Tubek glanced around, wearing silver armor, a figure stained with ashes and blood stood guard in various positions, but the most conspicuous one was missing.

"Where is the Prince of Thorns?"

"Amon seems to have found some interesting prey. I guess it is the tender birds of the Astral Knight, so let him go."

Tubek snorted, then teased:

"Originally I thought you planned to do it yourself, after all, this is Soshyan's person, a rare opportunity."

Gal Mozejie responded with a sneer.

"Their blood will only tarnish the value of my revenge, only Soshyan's blood can erase the shame from me, only him!"

"That's a good grasp."

After speaking, Tubek turned and went back to continue his ritual, while Garmo Zejie turned and stared at the east, his gaze seemed to be able to cross the mountains and plains, reaching the core of his hatred.

"Yes, it should be taken care of..."

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"Keep running! Don't stop!!"

As Bachram spoke, he aimed his gun at the shadows around him.

Li Lin and Sablin each carried a wounded warrior on their backs. Each of them had several terrible scars. The condensed blood stained the power armor of the four men red.

Half an hour ago, Bahram was volleyed by a mysterious killer just after his round with Sabrin and others.

The opponent was wearing a midnight blue power armor, suddenly emerged from the shadows like a ghost, and directly killed an eleventh company soldier. Then the angry crowd started chasing, but they did not expect to fall into the opponent's trap continuously. The two were hit hard, and their only result was that Sablin gave each other a back.

"Damn Lord Midnight Miscellaneous!"

Li Lin cursed while carrying his unconscious comrade-in-arms.

"Don't let me catch him!"

"Reserve some strength."

Sablin on the side panted:

"That's a master of ambush and sneak. Do you think he can't kill Kai and Ogne? He hurt them on purpose, just to torture us and delay our pace."

At this time, Sablin was still thinking about the few seconds he had previously fought against each other briefly.

The first characteristic of the opponent is fast, which is ridiculously fast.

The second characteristic is to be very good at using the terrain and surrounding environment.

If one-on-one, Sablin feels that he is only 10% sure to beat the opponent and 40% sure to survive.

"almost there!"

The gate of a square building appeared at the end of the avenue. This was the bunker used to garrison troops when the camp was first established. It was abandoned due to the expansion of the camp, but its sturdy structure became the best refuge at the moment.

But before heading to the bunker, they must overcome another dilemma.

In the flames of the muzzle and the beating flames, the silhouettes of the thugs were shadowy, and those who fell into a frenzy took pleasure in killing.

Crowds of thugs blocked the streets on both sides, some conscious people were trying to find refuge that did not exist, and some were trying to escape the battlefield and raging terror.

Crowds collided on the street, with scenes of fighting, screaming, and tearing each other to pieces~www.readwn.com~Bahram, clear a way! "

Hearing Sablin's voice, Bachram gritted his teeth and pointed the blaster gun forward.

"Get out of the way!"

This was his last warning, and then the blasting gun fired, and Li Lin and Sablin each fired with one-handed guns.

Soon, the road became the threshold to a charred morgue.

Some people were dispelled, others were completely enraged. They witnessed the slaughter by the emperor's angels. They believed that the empire had deserted everyone, so they howled and attacked the interstellar warriors.

Stones, bones, and even saliva slapped on Bachram's helmet, although they couldn't hurt him a bit, they made him feel sad and angry.

why?

Why is this happening?

The people they should have protected have become the ones they wanted to slaughter.

This anger stirred Bachram's mind, he drew out his sword and began to chop violently.

Those people died like weeds, and none of the bodies were intact.

Stunned by this massacre, the remaining people also scattered, leaving only the corpses all over the floor and the call signs of the dying.

The interstellar warriors silently put away their weapons and strode over the corpse, causing a chirping sound of bones and flesh being crushed, mixed with faint screams.

"Wait, what sound is this?"

Suddenly, Sablin stopped.

He heard a certain voice, which was neither anger nor victory, nor contempt nor hatred, but something deeper.

Bachram looked around, but couldn't see any living creatures, but he heard them too.

That is laughter, endless laughter, laughter that will paint the entire world with the color of fear——

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