The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"kill him?"

　　Haomo took a step back, a little unbelievable.

　　 "You want to become a monk Astarte, don't you?"

　　 Soshyang’s voice was as cold as a piece of iron.

　　 Both of them hesitated, but Hao Mo was obviously unable to start. He stepped forward and defended:

　　 "It shouldn't be like this! I have never heard of such a thing!"

　　 But what he didn't expect was that when he left his back to his good brother, the other party suddenly made a move.

　　 "I'm sorry, buddy."

　　 Fayou whispered, then rushed over, and took out a short knife wrapped in cloth from his sleeve.

　　His movements are quite fast, completely inconsistent with the silly appearance before, and his voice is very soft even when he runs.

　　 This knife ran directly at the back of Hao Mo's head.

　　 But he still underestimated the skill of his big brother.

　　 "Fayu!?"

　　 At the moment of death, Haomo turned around like lightning to avoid the blow.

　　 The short knife smashed in front of his face, and the wind blew on his face, and he felt a cut in his nose.

　　 The warm liquid dripped to his lips.

　　 One hit was missed, and Fayu howled and stabbed again, and went straight to the chest of his good buddy.

　　 In anger, Haomo also drew out the serrated short knife from his waist and knocked the opponent away.

　　 The two weapons hit together and made a crisp sound.

　　 Then, they circled each other like dancers, bowed their waists and snarled like wild dogs facing each other.

　　 The next second, they fought together again, and the short knife should keep tapping in their footsteps

　　 hit it.

　　 Soon, Hao Mo's knife slashed on Fayou's right thigh, but the other party suppressed a shout, and instead slammed his knife on Hao Mo's forehead.

　　Homo dodged sideways, but still took a hit on his shoulder. Fortunately, the blow was not very heavy, but half of his body was dyed red. .

　　 Then, he backed up a few steps, raising his weapon in time to block another blow from Baru.

　　 Fayou took two steps backwards panting heavily. He expended too much energy in a short time. Although the injury on the thigh was not fatal, it would accelerate the loss of physical strength.

　　 Out of his understanding of his eldest brother, he knew that he had to use his strength to defeat Hao Mo as soon as possible, otherwise failure and death were waiting for him.

　　 But the only thing he didn't know was that in Soshyang's eyes, he had been defeated from the moment his initial attack failed.

　　Haomo is undoubtedly a better fighter.

　　 Regardless of the maintenance of physical strength and the rhythm of the offense, he is far better than Baru. If it weren't for his kindness, Baru would have already bitten the sword with hatred.

　　 But now, Haomo's kindness has gradually faded away.

In the process of 　　 fight, Fayou's flaws became bigger and bigger.

　　Homo saw an opportunity and grasped it firmly, pierced with a short knife, then turned back to the right, and slashed it on Baru's wrist.

　　 With a scream, Faru let go

　　The injured hand still fell to the ground with a short knife.

　　 Homo turned around and came to the opponent's right. Now Baryou could only use one hand to resist awkwardly.

　　 Then, the angry boy even put away the short knife, kicked it in a roundabout, and slammed it on the elbow and right arm of Baru.

　　 The sound of broken bones sounds like the sound of two pieces of wood hitting each other.

　　 "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

　　 Fayou let out a painful cry, his face pale because of the pain.

　　 But his cry was quickly interrupted, and Hao Mo hit his face with another punch, smashing his black teeth, and then kicked his chest again.

　　 Bile spouted out of Fayu's mouth with blood.

　　 He fell backwards, then got up again, breathing hard for the air.

　　 Fayu walks around his friend, like an enraged wolf.

"Idiot! Idiot! Why are you betraying me! You want to kill me! Who took you out of the sand in the first place! Who got you out of the dead for nineteen dollars! Say ah !brute!"

　　Homa's scolding sound, apart from anger, is deep pain.

　　As a slum kid, he grew up in a gang, and his only faith is brother loyalty.

　　Before coming here, in his worldview, brotherhood is more than everything, brother loyalty is everything, brothers should depend on life and death, nothing to hide, all of which can even override blood relationship.

　　 So he always treats Fayu as his brother.

　　 However, the faith he insisted on was ripped apart by the **** truth by the angel at this moment.

　　 The pain of this scar is far greater than his physical pain.

　　 Facing Haomo's roar, Fayou was speechless, and could only kneel on the ground, coughing up blood around his kicked arm.

　　 "Now, get rid of him!"

　　 At this time, Soshyang urged cruelly.

　　 Subconsciously, Hao Mo's hand gripped his knife again.

　　 Just a poke, it's all over, he will win this battle, and he will get everything he dreams of.

　　 He will become an angel, far away from the dirty and boring nest, and possess supreme power.

　　He will become a hero, proving that those who underestimate himself are wrong, proving that he is so different.

He Will--

　　 But, is the man who killed his brother really a hero?

　　 "What are you hesitating?"

　　 Soshyang roared:

　　 "You are one step away from entering the battle group! Kill him!"

　　Homo looked down at his knife, this gift he got after participating in the first gang war. The young people of them had sworn an oath with the knife in their hands in front of the emperor's icon and never abandon each other.

　　 Suddenly, he felt that the knife was tainted—he actually considered the request made by the angel.

　　 "I won't kill him."

　　Homo took a deep breath and retracted the half drawn knife back into the scabbard.

"what did you say?"

　　 Soshyang took a step forward, with a compelling momentum.

　　 But the boy didn't flinch.

　　 "I said, I won't kill him!"

　　 He shouted angrily at the angel, completely ignoring the surprised eyes of people around him.

　　 Soshyang shook his head.

　　 "You abandoned the opportunity to become an interstellar warrior, abandoned the opportunity to become the emperor's servant, abandoned the opportunity to become the greatest warrior in the galaxy, just for him?"

　　 Astart pointed to the tearful Fayou on the ground~www.readwn.com~You are a fool! Not worthy of the gift that will be given to you, I only ask for the last time, whether you will kill him or not! "

"Do not."

　　 Haomo simply threw the knife and scabbard aside this time, then straightened his chest and said:

"I can give up everything for him, because he extended a helping hand to me when I needed help, and became my friend when I had no friends. Even if he betrayed me, it only means our brotherhood. At the end of the end, the debt between me and him has been paid! If it means that I am not qualified, I don’t care, I will not serve those who let me kill my brother."

　　 Soshyang got closer, and the boy couldn't help but step back.

　　 "Think about the glory and power you can get."

　　 Soshyang suddenly changed into a whisper, a seductive voice.

　　 "It's a fair deal to exchange a humble life for these things? Think about it, he just betrayed you and wanted to kill you, so you don't need to have any moral burden at all."

　　 "I didn't come here for glory or power, I just wanted to prove myself."

　　 Haomo answered calmly.

　　 He felt that he had been deceived. He had gone through so much, suffered so much, held so much expectations, and in the end it was a scam.

　　 The angels are not so great, so righteous, and so glorious.

　　 But the most angry thing is that Vayu betrayed his brotherhood for his own benefit, which disappointed him more than losing the election.

　　 He hid all this in his heart, ready to face his death awe-inspiringly.

　　 "I will never go with the unrighteous."