The Emperor’s Angel of Death

　　 The Prince of Crows stopped behind the mutilated wall stack, with his arms folded in front of his breastplate, the cloak made of the skin of the gene stealer flapped in the rising air of the Thunderhawk turbofan.

　　 The silent gaze penetrated into the drizzle.

　　 The rainy season in Valledo is like this, the rain is almost hard to stop.

　　 This place is surprisingly quiet. It is hard to imagine that hundreds of thousands of lives were killed, fallen, and decayed here.

Suddenly, he caught the chirping of boots on the wet ground and the scraping of metal. Those sounds were audible not because they were unusually loud, but because everything except the sound of raindrops beating against leaves Unusually quiet.

　　 There is a smell of salt corrosion and algae in the air.

　　 For Saivita, all the sounds are as clear and distinct as the rustling of leaves on a forest path.

　　 He tasted the smell of wind.

　　 listening.

　　 waiting.

　　The first virtue of a hunting master is patience.

　　The first lesson learned by hunters is caution.

　　 On the opposite side of the parallel runway, Thunder Eagle is unloading the elites who have just returned, and then they will transport the bodies of the dead warriors back to the orbit.

　　 This action was costly, fifteen soul drinkers were killed, and two star knights were killed.

　　The soul drinker loses important veterans, while the astral knights continue to lose blood in an anemic state, both of which are difficult to accept.

　　 So, it is natural that Soshyang is in a very bad mood.

　　 "You have to learn to accept death."

　　 Before the person behind him stood still, Saivita spoke first, and he didn't even turn his head to see who it was.

　　 "I thought you would not come."

　　 Soshyang’s voice is very cold, and he still resists accepting Saivita in his heart.

　　 "If you can't even see this, then maybe I can't expect too much."

　　 The rain gradually got bigger, and it slapped on Saivita's armor, making his cloak heavy.

　　 When Soshyan came here, Saul followed his footsteps.

　　 The gaze of the commander of the star knights over the shoulders of the crow princes, to the burning corpses.

　　 "You ended the battle here."

　　On the battlefield, you can occasionally see some moving targets, like shadows or **** ghosts, and their armor is covered with blood and dust.

　　 Soshyan's mood is not only bad because of the appearance of Saivita, but also because Falzad's team lost two fighters in the process of destroying the altar.

　　 Outsiders, Soshyan didn't say anything about the loss.

　　 But then he has been silently staring at the bodies of the two soldiers, which evokes his dark memories.

　　Since no pharmacist was brought in for this operation, their genetic seeds had to be harvested by the pharmacist of the Soul Drinker. Now their bodies are lying in the cabin of Thunderhawk.

　　 Saivita also noticed Soshyang's bad mood, and he snorted from his nose with a little contempt.

　　 "That's it."

　　 The once smooth retaining wall of the fortress of the Ministry of Justice is now covered with pits, and it has apparently been strafed by heavy automatic fire.

The light came out from the tubular support, and it was continuously attacked by rain and moths. The heavy rain slapped on the concrete battlements, like joint bones hitting the thick defensive wall, and the rain water flowed down the pitted curved surface of the weapon turret , Converging into a waterfall, flooding the trenches and squares below.

　　 This cold stone wall reminds Savita of Zoa and the home he abandoned for his duties.

　　 This darkness, this strong sense of oppression, are exactly the same.

　　 Even the electric light trembling of the lamp oil resembles a bare brazier, although there is an illusion of warmth in the void, and there is no smell of ashes.

　　 Nearly four thousand astral armies and more than three hundred interstellar warriors were stationed at the gates and retaining walls of the fortress, but they were silent.

　　 Outside the fortress, the patrol made a rhythmic thumping sound as it passed by, like a slow thunder roar—and in such a majestic rain, the sound was almost hard to notice.

　　Despite being partially covered by rain and foam, there are still charred marks and vehicle scratches on the surface. The minaret and guard tower are also riddled with holes by some kind of light automatic gun caliber weapon.

　　 But there is a lack of reliable physical evidence on the battlefield-the corpse.

　　 After Soshyan arrived, he only saw a monster made up of a huge pile of corpses.

　　 At this moment, the few mortals who are still performing the task are wearing wax suits, but Soshyang does not wear a helmet, just even cold and heavy armor.

　　 "But I'm still curious about your reason. It shouldn't be a sense of justice?"

　　 A faint smile appeared on the face of Prince Crow.

　　 "Do you think it will be."

　　 "So I'm curious."

At this time, the inquisitor Marcus and his entourage were also approaching. After questioning the survivors on the battlefield, he was also shocked and curious about this powerful fighter who suddenly appeared on the battlefield and turned the battle around by himself. .

　　 is out of reverence on the one hand, but also with a little suspicion on the other. He wants to know more about this mysterious warrior, especially his unique helmet, which makes him feel a little uneasy.

　　 After all, the bat is not a good omen in the empire, because it is easily reminiscent of a rebellious army in the past.

　　 It is known for its cruelty and ruthlessness. Even before the rebellion, it has a frightening reputation. Even after ten thousand years, many of its cruel deeds are still circulating in the empire.

　　 Its number in the Imperial Expeditionary Corps is [8], and its name is Lord Midnight.

　　 Of course, it is not possible to judge the composition of a fighter because of the shape of a helmet, and Marcus also believes that the opponent is loyal, he is more curious.

　　 "Excuse me, this is Inquisitor Marcus Ognis Lucretius."

　　 He spoke carefully, trying to make himself less presumptuous.

　　 "May I know the name of this warrior?"

　　 Then he looked at Saivita.

　　 But the other party only left him a back.

　　 "What? Doubt me?"

　　 Hearing Saivita's sneer, Marcus immediately explained:

　　 "No, no, no, you misunderstood, I just...want to know your name. It's a shame to miss such a great warrior."

　　 "Slaying a few demons is great, then your standard of greatness is too low, judge."

"Uh……"

　　Marcus collapsed before his first argument was formed.

　　 Saivita turned around.

　　The heavy gaze stared at Marcus for a moment, making him unable to move, and then let him go.

　　The inquisitor dropped down visibly afterwards.

　　 "There is still a lot of work to be done here, judge, your attention should not be on me."

"jobs……?"

　　 The face of the crow prince turned to the rain curtain. UU reading www. uukanshu. com

　　 "There is a predator here. I know it. This is instinct. The subspace is restless. Its attention is focused on other things."

　　 At the moment Savita turned around, everyone except Marcus retracted their necks into their own collars, including Malthus the Assassin of Death. They also took two steps back, looked away, and said nothing.

　　 That killing intent set off a stormy sea among his followers, and even the elders of the tribe had never let him do this, including the other interstellar warriors.

　　 He immediately came to the conclusion--

　　 The person in front of you is a top killer.

　　 can also slaughter them all in a very short time.

　　 But fortunately, the man's killing intent quickly faded, as if the ebb tide was silent, and there were traces to follow.

　　 "Its two failures lost too much strength, now I should take the initiative to attack, otherwise it may choose to run away."

　　 Saivita's smile was fleeting, and everyone present, including Soshyan, could not see through or interpret its true meaning.

　　 Then, his cold black eyes turned to the distant sky.

　　 "You can really play it later."

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