The Emperor’s Angel of Death

　　 The previous touch disappeared, and the fear was taken away, replaced by a sense of shame.

　　 The soldier lowered his hands and opened his eyes-nothing was hidden by the ceiling.

　　 The dormitory is the same as before, but now the floor is in a mess.

　　 The scream reflected from the wall, tearing Arthur with its fear and pain.

　　 His humiliation forced him to take action.

　　 The soldier got up from his floor, wore his boots awkwardly, and then stumbled into the aisle.

　　 The scream came from a hundred meters away from the dormitory.

　　 He rushed to the door, trying to beat his shame. His fear of things made him violate his belief in the empire. He would bring comfort and reason to the tortured to redeem himself.

　　 But when he came to the door of another dormitory, the screams changed.

　　 It started to become harsh and harsh, and the terrible heat choked it for a while, and then started again with a higher pitch.

　　 To Arthur, there seemed to be two voices, the screams intertwined and mixed to form a desperate chorus.

　　 He broke through the makeshift wooden door, and his comrade George was standing in the middle of the dormitory with his back to him.

　　 George was alone, with trembling shoulders, arms up, and elbows outstretched as if his hands were on his face. Both screams came from him.

　　 Arthur swallowed his throat and walked across the floor on both sides to his company's comrades.

　　 "George?"

　　 he yelled, trying to keep his voice steady and calm, but loud enough for the other party to hear him.

　　 But when he approached, he saw that George was actually standing in a pool of blood that was spreading.

　　 "George!?"

　　 He yelled again, but his composure and will were abandoning him, and terror struck again.

　　 Slowly, his former comrade-in-arms turned around.

　　 For an instant, Arthur took a few steps backwards, his face turned deadly pale.

　　 I saw that his comrade-in-arms had torn open his throat, his skin and muscles hung on his throat like tattered curtains, blood soaked through his coat and covered his hands.

　　 But his mouth is still open, but he doesn't make a sound anymore.

　　 However, the screams did not stop, and the two screams were still made by one person.

　　 Today's screams have become two opposite syllables, and together they become a word-death.

　　 This is a crazy and desperate prayer.

　　George knelt down, his vitality was constantly flowing from his body, and then raised his hands in front of his eyes, inserted them into his eye sockets, dug his fingers deep, and tugged tightly, as if torn the flesh from the body.

　　 Soon, his hands were covered with jelly-like tissue minced meat, and he had collapsed.

"Do not--"

　　 Arthur took a step back, still full of terrible fear.

　　 The most terrifying horror captured his sanity like cancer.

　　 At this time, he heard the footsteps of Tao Gang's boots behind him, turned around and saw the political commissar and the star warrior.

　　 But the **** of salvation came too late, he can no longer feel at ease, and can no longer erase the fear in his heart.

　　 The awe he had when facing them had been overwhelmed by the most terrifying terror. He stared at Alek’s iron face and said the most terrifying words.

　　 "His eyes."

　　 George whispered.

　　 "It's his eyes screaming—"

After 　　 finished speaking, he drew the dagger from his boots at an extremely fast speed, and cut the trachea and blood vessels in his throat in the exclamation of Arek.

　　 This caught Arrick off guard.

　　 However, the self-caught Arthur did not fall, he did not even bleed, but turned to Soshyan.

　　 The windows on both sides of the dormitory creaked, and then suddenly the temperature dropped suddenly.

　　 The water freezes on the glass, forming a distorted crystal painting. At the moment when the head suddenly twisted in a circle, the entire posture of the mortal in front of him changed.

　　 He is now completely upright, his shoulders straightened, as if standing in front of a timid subordinate, his lips are almost tense and paralyzed, and he seems to be sneer from a condescending manner.

　　 More importantly, his eyes became a black spiral material structure.

"who are you."

　　 "I am a soul singer."

　　 He said, his voice echoed in the cracked abyss of subspace.

　　 "And you are what you harvest."

　　 "Pretend to be a ghost."

　　 Soshyang drew the holy flame sword, and its speed was so fast that the moment the tip of the sword left the sheath, he pressed the activation rune of the force field.

　　 turned into an offensive moment when he was drawing his sword, a cross cut across the shoulders of what used to be Arthur.

　　 The soldier's body rippled when the Sacred Yan sword cut through him, and his arrogant smile stretched to an inhuman proportion.

　　 The smile cracked the face and swallowed it, and the trembling figure was sucked into a crack in the real space along with the head, like the viscous tentacles of some cnidarian.

　　 Then, the crack closed abruptly, leaving a trace of breath, as if it came from every world it had killed.

　　 Soshyang frowned and tightened his sight, feeling like a hunter the traces of the energy generated by the other party's transmission.

　　 Suddenly, he turned to face the entrance and found Arthur appeared behind a group of dull-eyed soldiers, as if stepping out of an invisible curtain.

　　 The tendrils of evil energy twisted on his scorched uniform.

　　 His skin was scorched, as if he had just jumped over a flame, and the dark eye sockets and the bulging face of the veins were eye-catching.

　　 However, he still kept that triumphant smile.

　　 "This is a traitor."

　　 Arthur didn't yell, but Soshyan could sense that every word of his exudes psychic power, seeping into the surrounding soldiers, like the heat of the sun sprinkling on the black rock.

　　 "Get down."

　　 Soshyang activated Gray Marrow, and the laser gun aimed at him suddenly wavered.

　　 "You are soldiers of the emperor!"

　　 Arthur screamed, his energy shock made the shakers tremble back to their place, even Soshyang's gray marrow could not be suppressed.

　　 This was the first time he encountered a subspace enemy that Gray Marrow could not solve.

　　 His power was so powerful that he was shocked.

"kill him!"

　　 All the soldiers fired at the same time, and the sound was like a pair of acetylene torches in an oxygen-deficient room~www.readwn.com~ The sun's hot thunderbolt shot out from the overheated barrel and focused on Soshyan.

　　 Under such intensive firepower, it is impossible to evade, Soshyan moved a step sideways, blocking himself in front of Yarek. .

　　 Within a second, the entire platoon was pouring firepower at him.

　　 A volley of fierce laser beams swept across the Terminator armor, carving out tiny burn marks on it.

And Yarek, who was behind Soshyang, immediately recovered from the shock. The first thing he did was to remove the grenade on his waist, and then threw it towards the door without hesitation-since the opening of the war, He habitually prepares a grenade on his body.

The effect of 　　, only he himself knows the most.

　　 Boom——!

　　 Although blocked in mid-air by psionic energy, the grenade exploded in time.

　　 While the gunpowder was still in the air, Soshyang rushed forward, and the Sacred Yan sword pierced a person.

　　 When he drew the Seiko blade from the charred corpse, blood leaked from the soldier's pores.

　　 Then a bayonet stabbed his hip joint.

　　 The Sacred Yan sword swooped around, resisting the attack, and at the same time shattered the bones of the attacker's arms, and cut the laser gun in half.

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