The Emperor’s Angel of Death

　　 In order to prevent being discovered by possible enemies, Rozimut waited until night fell before sneaking into the outskirts of the town.

　　 From the beginning, he hadn't met anyone, and the whole town was completely shrouded in silence.

　　 This is a warning, but Rozim believes he is careful enough, so he also sees this as an opportunity.

　　 He only needs to find a few metal utensils. If there is a phonograph, it would be better, and then he can make a noise amplifier to complete his task of harvesting thorn orchids.

　　 His goal is a low warehouse.

　　 Generally speaking, sundries are stored in a warehouse, and this warehouse is in a relatively remote location. It seems that it has been a few years old, and there should be no people.

　　 He found another door, he stopped and looked around, put on a pair of glasses, and then entered the warehouse.

　　 As soon as he entered, he smelled a scent of alcohol.

　　 "The God Emperor is on top——"

　　 This turned out to be a place to store alcohol, Rozim didn't know whether to say luck or misfortune.

　　 Although there may not be the tools he was looking for here, these vintage wines are already a huge asset, but it is not easy for him to empty this place.

　　 He decided to take a look first.

　　 The light in the wine cellar was dim, but the pair of glasses solved the problem for him.

　　The shadow of a pool turned into a bright and different gray-green scene. Rozim climbed to the top of the warehouse and looked at the giant wine barrels around. The thick curved wooden boards formed the huge containers.

　　 The strong and mellow aroma of wine is everywhere, thoroughly infiltrating the warm and dull air.

　　 He proceeded cautiously, his boots ran over the hard candy crystals stuck in the cracks of the floor, and the wooden board groaned softly.

　　 A book-shaped portable bird divination was hung on his belt, and the functioning induction mechanism slowly pulsated light.

　　The constant rhythm shows that there is no sign of human life in the scanning range.

　　 However, there are a lot of metal structures in this building, and the working range of the scanner is also very limited. It is normal that nothing can be scanned.

　　 He felt like a thief mouse, crawling into the kitchen surrounded by cats.

　　 Such an important place should not be guarded by anyone unless the people here are really dead——

　　 But Rozim thinks it should not be possible.

In the end, he could no longer ignore these questions and adjusted the data of the tonithology. This thing was also modified by his mechanical teaching friend. After frequency modulation, he can search for extremely weak life signals-which can be used to find careful animals. .

　　 This feature was originally requested by Rozim for hunting.

　　 He pushed the goggles to his forehead, and looked at the screen with dim light. The chaotic text was almost illegible.

"what?"

　　 In the next second, he was suddenly awake as if being splashed with ice water.

　　The bird divination began to appear abnormal. It was a line of flying consonants and rotating vowels...

　　 But what does it mean?

　　 The next step he took made a rippling wet sound, something stuck to the edge of the boots, as if a thick layer of glue was smeared on the floor.

　　 Rozim sniffed carefully and wondered if a giant wine barrel had leaked.

　　 Then, the stale smell spread up, covering the dull sweet fragrance lingering around.

　　 He hung the ornithology back on his body and carefully put on the goggles again.

　　 Ten meters away, a relief made of flesh and bones appeared in the sea-green icy field of vision.

　　 The deboned corpse was spread on the curved surface of a huge wooden barrel, and the shadow of a wide pillar made the sun never shine here.

　　 The skin of the corpse's torso was completely opened, allowing the internal organs, bones and muscles to be removed at will.

　　 The victim’s remains were nailed to a wooden board, like an exhibition of the human body, the internal organs and bones were rearranged, and some of them merged into various new and terrifying forms.

　　 For example, the ribs are pierced like a dagger on the bloodless liver, and the pelvis is wrapped in the small intestine. A spongy lung is surrounded by several nerves.

　　 Next to the corpse was a pool of dry blood. The sticky traces were mixed with spilled wine, which undoubtedly penetrated more than one floor of the floor.

　　 Thousands of gallons of carefully brewed wine were contaminated and tainted by this evil deed.

　　 On the edge of this sea of ​​blood that is slowly dripping, many weird patterns are dotted with plain wooden boards.

　　 Rozim's eyes caught another thing in the meantime, and his attention was immediately drawn to it.

　　 That is a face.

　　 He approached cautiously, the feeling of his boots sticking to the floor made him very nauseous.

　　 Astral Knight’s restaurant owner narrowed his eyes.

　　 It was the face of a young male, which was stripped from the head and abandoned here like a worn out mask.

　　 Rozim is both a chef and occasionally a butcher. He knows some knowledge of anatomy and corpses. The viscosity of the blood tells him that this person's death was a few days ago, maybe even a week.

　　 He swallowed his disgust, then raised the gun, ready to pull the trigger at any time.

　　 At this moment, the sound of footsteps suddenly came.

　　 On the opposite side of this dry blood lake, a figure pulled out from the darkness and gradually approached.

　　 Rozim vaguely recognized that it was a female carcass with a graceful curve. She was walking past the center of the bloodstain without hesitation, stepping on the sticky gelatinous substance with her feet in graceful cat steps.

　　 Just looking at the outline of the shadow, Rozim felt his blood surge.

　　 This is much more advanced than the goods in the brothel.

　　 "I won't be sleepy when I come here..."

　　 He just wanted to whistle, only to realize that something was wrong.

　　 Why does the figure have more arms?

　　 How come those legs look more and more like hoofs of some kind of beast?

　　 Why are there feet on my head?

　　What's the matter with crab claws...

　　 The goggles felt like a pair of blindfolds~www.readwn.com~ Rozim pulled it off.

　　 "Tara is here."

　　 "Hug me~"

　　 That voice gradually transformed and became slippery and smooth.

　　 "I will let you experience the supreme pleasure."

　　 When that figure walked out of the dim shadow, it immediately looked different from the past.

　　 On a face that was flowing and changing like oil on the surface of water, two dark pits stared at Rozim closely, and then quickly turned into a beautiful girl's face.

　　 "Come on, strong warrior, hug me! Use your gun to penetrate me!"

　　 She made a sound of seduction and walked towards Rozim with open arms.

　　 Astral Knight’s restaurant master was stunned for a few seconds, and then suddenly pulled the trigger.

　　 For an instant, the hot wind swept out from the muzzle, and then a jet of liquid flame, directly rushing the thing out.

　　, along with the wall behind, was ablated and a big hole was made.

　　 "I heard such a request for the first time?"

　　 But when he raised his muzzle freely and blew the smoke, he felt that something was coming towards him.

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