The Emperor’s Angel of Death

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"I'm a queen, you can't call me an idiot!"

Veronica wrinkled her nose, suddenly took a bite on Soshyan's neck, and then stood up.

"Soshyan, you don't seem to have seen me dance, do you?"

"Dance?"

"Hmm, I learned from Infreni, she used to be a dancer in Beetan."

Saying that, Veronica twisted her wrist, and a chic fan appeared in her hand. Then she opened the jeweled fan and made a gesture. If there was no weapon in hand, the fan seemed to be able to charge. Make an excellent blade.

The next second, she stretched her slender left leg and drew a perfect arc in the air.

Under the setting sun, Veronica dances lightly, her body is as light as a swallow, and as soft as a cloud, her arms are as soft as bones, her legs are as slender and perfect as treasures, and her dancing is like a butterfly flying among flowers. Sometimes he raises his wrists and lowers his eyebrows, sometimes he lightly stretches his hands, and his ornate fans are folded and held, like a pen walking on a dragon.

Soshyan looked at it carefully, unconsciously a little crazy.

Suddenly, Veronica raised her hands, raised her toes, and took off with a slight spin, like a swan swirling in the air, and when she landed, she looked like a peacock dancing on the ground.

Gradually, she walked in front of Soshyan with smooth and light steps like water, and then sighed as if she had slipped. She threw the fan in her hand, and she fell limply into Soshyan's arms.

Gently hugging the soft body, staring at the beauty with a face like a peach blossom, Soshyang's mind was slightly swayed, and then he kissed, Veronica also took advantage of the situation to wrap his neck.

Although Veronica was already in love, it was a wild field after all, and Soshyan didn't want to be watched by many eyes while doing that.

Fortunately, Doral had thoughtfully anticipated such a situation. Before the two of them came to the planet, they asked the Bone Chanters to concentrate their efforts on building an exquisite and luxurious temporary palace in the New City Royal Court. Shi Yang and Veronica can have a spring night without being disturbed.

The next morning, before Veronica got up, Soshyan, who was wearing an Eldar-style robe, walked side by side with Doral in the garden of the palace.

"Doral, you seem to be very obsessed with Comoros and Victor. Is it because of hatred?"

Hearing Soshyan say this, Doral smiled.

"My father is the chief ceremonial officer of the Kratsch family and one of the five chiefs of the Kratsch family. After Victor lured the Imperial Space Marines to attack Comoros, the Kratsch family was also hit hard. My father At the time, he was trying to gather the family strength against a possible attack, but one day he was assassinated, and it was later proved that it was Victor... The death of his father caused the leaderless Krach family to fall into great chaos, Victor Led his conspiracy to raid the family castle, killing every blood and retainer of the Krach family."

Soshyan stopped, turned to look at his courtier, and said softly:

"But you survived."

Doral didn't say anything, but opened his collar and exposed his soul stone in front of Soshyan.

"Your Highness, if you are really the one chosen by Asuryan, then you can see for yourself."

Soshyan hesitated for a moment, then slowly extended his hand.

The moment his index finger touched the soul stone, the memories belonging to Doral flooded into his mind.

The first thing that echoed in Soshyan's ears was the screams and shouts of the cabal warriors as they broke into the old noble castle. A warrior in human skin armor led the attack and cut down the first man in finery. the head of the female Ada and disemboweled the second.

At this time, an Ada warrior in tan purple armor wielded a double-edged sword overhead as if to fight the enemy.

The leading cabal warrior turned in a slow arc, slashing the noble warrior's wrist with a swift blade, then smashed the nobleman's throat with the hilt, knocking him to the ground.

Memories surfaced faster and faster, of old battles and raids at midnight, the images of Mohu overflowing with blood, the end of life with crackling blades, broken bones and screeching screams. in the symphony.

They come so quickly that they become like black-and-white silent films, sickening strobes of violence and chaos.

In the end, a picture was deeply engraved in Soshyan's mind.

It was buried deep in blood and pain, perhaps not even Doral himself wanted to recall.

His mother stood beside young Doral, her knife stabbing into Urgul's upright mouth, three bladed claws as dark blood trickled from her pale skin It also pierced through her back, and her liquid of life splashed on him.

The next moment, a fist slammed on the side of young Doral's head, filling him with fear, tugging at his heart, freezing his consciousness, and burning his former existence from within, like a flame in Crawling on paper, leaving cursed ashes.

Then he was thrown into the arena belonging to the slaves, and he stepped over the threshold naked, the hunger in his stomach biting and churning in his veins like stomach acid.

For a moment he was engulfed by the shadows, and three steps forward he forced himself into a wide yard.

Three equally young fellows confronted him.

"You are not welcome."

"Soft eggs just die pointlessly."

"Go away!"

They tried to drive him away.

"Do not."

He managed to whisper through cracked lips, tongue and gums as dry as ash.

When punches and kicks knocked him to the ground, he couldn't do anything but hold on and live.

revenge!

After an eternity of numbness and anguish of mind, the beating is over.

Although the hungry gnawing in his stomach was nothing compared to the abyss of his mental pain, he had to eat.

The slow stream of the sewer murmured and swirled under the bridge piers, and from the darkness he saw what he needed was washed down by the current, which hooked on the rope he hung under the bridge, turned gently in the water, and finally Leaning against an ornate pillar supporting the bridge.

He waited, checking the darkness with his ears and nose as he did with his eyes - Urgul haunts here.

For the time being, there was nothing around, he sneaked out of the arena, and UU read www.uukanshu.com dragged the body out of the water.

It was a lashed and branded corpse thrown into the sewers from the heights of the tower, unable to cook on a fire that would attract attention, hungry and eager to drag the corpse to a safer location.

Then he bit his teeth into the fetid rotting flesh.

In this way, he grew up like a slave and became the lowest samurai in the Cabal, but he climbed up step by step with his own determination.

One day, he will be the one who stands at the top, and then he will return the pain he suffered a thousand times to that guy, that slave **** sitting on the top of the Comoros!

After so many years, as always, he led the plundering team to launch a plunder against humans, but the information went wrong. After they landed on the planet, there were no humans at all, and there was no expected plunder—

This is an abandoned world.

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