The Emperor’s Angel of Death

For Volosian, the appearance of Veronica was a godsend, especially when he saw the beautiful face beneath the hideous face of the ugly monkey, he felt his blood begin to surge.

He wants to have her!

Hunger made his nerves feel on pins and needles.

Perceive, inflate, nibble, rejoice, the infinity in it.

There are no words, no images, no way of explaining this satiety—just being alive, letting the tide rush into the veins, filling them with the flames of pain, pleasure, and oblivion.

Desire followed, it kept rising and became unbearable, so much so that his scream was a real scream that he hadn't uttered in thousands of years, released from cold lips, born from **** vocal cords.

But that didn't matter, every breath he inhaled was fragrant, which proved him right, made him greater, and fueled the furnace of **** lit in his swollen, tight heart.

"You are mine! Must be mine!"

Valothian howled and charged forward, each swing of the Exhaust Blade, each blow and slaughter, infused with primal urge.

And he wanted only that woman.

Only her!

As he pushed forward, his vision was a blur of color, and he could feel his body working far beyond what was normally tolerated, the power of the soul on the armor now surging in his veins.

Even if the enemy did not kill him, perhaps his soul would be destroyed, but he no longer cared about it.

This is a reward.

The thousand pains he's been through are rewarded at this moment.

The Exhaustion Blade turned, ripping open the chest of a staggering Space Marine.

The blood spattered on his face, turning the world into a hazy scarlet, and he could smell it through his open nostrils—adrenalin-rich, nourishing, yet so filthy.

But in an instant, the fallen warrior stood up again.

Valothian laughed loudly enough to shatter the glass and dent the ground.

"Isa! Why are you helping these apes!! Why did you abandon you!!!"

He rushed forward, grinning, controlled by the tide of emotion.

Once this power is released, the great sensory stimulation may engulf everything else, and he must fight to maintain his sense of the here and now.

Suddenly, a power sword stabbed, almost piercing his head, and also stopped his pace.

Valothian blinked hard, forcing himself to regain his self-control.

He saw the previous Space Marine commander advancing towards him, the sword in his hand dancing like the wind, the energy from the Goddess of Life passing through the veins of those men, shining like phosphorescence in the darkness.

And what he prayed for was behind this **** ape.

They want to stop themselves from reaching her.

How hateful!

"roll!"

Valothian roared, but Armin was still approaching.

"It's you who should get out! No! Damn you!"

Valothian smiled, vaguely aware of the Nightmare charging forward again, colliding with the elite warriors of humanity.

The heavy armor clanged under the impact of the suppressed steel, the furious release hissing the air.

Gu Ao

His enemy was waiting for him, and Valothian slashed at Armin with the exhaustion blade with almost lazy perfection.

Armin didn't say a word after entering the battle, and the Prayer Seal struck the armor as he whirled and attacked, so fast, so fierce.

They handed over and the two weapons slammed together.

Armin staggered back, and the blades dotted with clamor were in hot pursuit. Armin swung his sword again, and his weapons swung together again.

This time, Armin retreated.

His vision was now dotted with black veins, a hallmark of over-concentration as they exchanged more attacks in just seconds, smashing the surrounding floor and burning the air.

But even at an unbelievable speed, Valosian's offensive became more and more frantic, constantly detouring, attacking, retreating, detouring again, attacking again, so amazing.

The sword and the blade collided again, trembling with the blow, and the release of the disintegrating stance was splashed around.

Then, in the sneak attack that Valothian suddenly poked out the claw blade on his arm, Armin's breastplate ruptured, and blood gushed from the crack in the armor.

Armin took two steps back and knelt down on one knee, feeling the toxins spreading in his body.

"Captain Armin, be careful."

Veronica's voice floated from behind, and then a burst of light enveloped Armin. He stood up again, regained his strength, and wiped away the pain.

"Stand behind me and I will protect you with my life, Ms. Veronica."

Armin held his sword in both hands, and rushed up again with a low roar.

"Hey, hey, that's not fair at all."

When the shadow of the sword fell on him, Valothian smiled distorted.

The next second, the two weapons snap together again.

The torrent of senses surged again, and the chief consul stepped up, responding to Armin's sword skills with a furious counterattack.

"Ape, you don't deserve the blessing of the goddess!"

Valosian said harshly, forcing Armin to keep retreating.

But the growing noise around him told him that his warriors were rout, and now those Space Marines seemed to be immortal, no matter how badly wounded they would be able to stand up again soon, unless beheaded, which caused most of the Mako The samurai almost lost the courage to confront.

Valosian knew that he didn't have much time for dawdling, after all, if he was as strong as he was surrounded by dozens of apes, it would only end in hatred and defeat.

So, after slashing Armin's sword, Valothian delivered a ferocious backhand at his opponent's helmet, causing Armin to shake.

Then, the Archon seized the opportunity and hit Armin again, smashing the knife into the armor plate, hitting Armin's right arm and cutting through the ceramic.

Armin's response was a furious blow, but he was dodged by the opponent, and then Valosian took out the exhaustion blade and stabbed forward, hitting the communication grille of the helmet~www.readwn.com~ almost shattered it in two. Halfway, revealing the blood-stained face underneath.

Through the broken visor, a scar on Armin's cheek was clearly visible.

But suddenly, the scar on his face disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye, including the wound on his arm.

The corners of Valosian's eyes twitched, and before he had time to speak, Armin violently swung out a fist that was vacated and smashed the gauntlet into the Archon's exposed face.

Valothian tilted his head back, and then more fists fell, like a hurricane, hitting the neck, shoulders, and throat, and knocking the weapon out of his hand.

Having lost their weapons, the two were forced to fight in primitive fashion, clasping their hands together, unleashing savage power, and wrestling like beasts.

But Armin has an almost endless strength, and after fighting for so long, Valosian is finally exhausted, and no amount of medicine can continue his strength.

After receiving a heavy blow from Armin in the chest, the archon's armor was completely torn apart, and the whole person slipped to the ground.

"It's...not fair..."