The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Soshyan stepped across the threshold, and the red light was diffused in the floating clouds, as if coming from all directions and everywhere.

It took him two steps to see that the red aura actually originated from the console screens of several extremely weird abandoned terminals, with several armored fighters lying down beside each terminal.

Others followed up, and the heavy footsteps became lighter.

Soon, the team dispersed immediately, occupying a 20-meter-wide semicircular area in the center of the command deck.

Above it is a narrow mezzanine layer shrouded in darkness. A few steps separate the left and right sides and descend into a U-shaped secondary platform, which is also illuminated by the intermittent green flashes from the malfunctioning display.

Several important systems were monitored by several interstellar warriors on their behalf, the latter with armor, twisted and crooked in the place where they fell.

"What killed them?"

Soshyan walked to the nearest one and asked.

"It's not right."

Mark spoke as he scanned the darkness in front of him with the searchlight on his armor.

"they--"

Under the faint light, the armor he saw was dark purple. When the soul drinker veteran shot his lamppost forward, he recognized the mark on the shoulder armor of the nearest corpse—a The golden chalice.

"Youmenis?"

After glanced at the other identification marks of the man, Mark let out a low voice of surprise.

This soldier is a scout sergeant of the Soul Drinker.

"How did they... all die?"

"eccentric."

Soshyan reached out to move a corpse, or try to move it.

But under the touch, it was not pushed down by his hand, but shook slightly and then turned around.

The communicator rang suddenly, which was a universal frequency, and a scream that was extremely nerve-stimulating immediately penetrated Soshyan's eardrum.

WOOOOOOOOOOOOO! ! !

"Damn it!"

Judging from the shouts and curses of others, he was not the only one who heard it.

After a while, the wailing lowered into a long neigh, then turned into a whisper.

"run……"

Saul let out a low growl, and Soshyan stepped back.

In front of them, what they thought was a corpse was getting up, and the other armors around them were moving.

The red light emitted by the display intensified, accompanied by irregular pulses that began to flicker and flicker.

"Run..."

The whispers in the communicator rang again.

"It's devouring..."

The star warriors formed a circle subconsciously. Back to back, without exception, pointed the weapon in his hand at the ghost of Chuuchuo who stood up in the dark.

Soshyang noticed that the power armors worn by eight of them were colorful light blue and red, and their helmet styles were also very unique, just like a cobra with their heads high.

"It's Qianzi! This is a battleship of Qianzi!"

Saul recognized the interstellar warriors wearing strange armor for the first time.

Qianzi is the 15th legion of the 20 start-up star warrior legions. The original gene is Magnus, also known as the Red Devils.

During the great rebellion, he was punished by the emperor for violating the laws of Nikaia. In the end, the home planet was destroyed by the space wolf, and the survivors and the original body joined the rebellion.

After the rebellion ended, the Thousand Sons Army took the witchcraft star in the eyes of fear as its new base camp, and loyal to the chaotic evil **** Tiki, who is in charge of change, witchcraft and magic.

In the first period of time, Tecchi did protect the Thousand Sons Legion from the fall and division that occurred in many rebel legions.

But in the end the whole army was still caught in a serious crisis of mutation and degradation-it seems that this is a masterpiece of their protector.

Fearing that this crisis would continue to develop, Aliman, the chief wizard of the legion, created a powerful spell to protect Qianzi from mutation. This spell was called [The Scarlet Letter].

The scarlet spell did get rid of the malignant tumor of mutation, but the mandatory conditions attached to it were even more terrifying.

The spiritual abilities of a handful of warriors have been greatly enhanced, and they have become masters proficient in witchcraft.

But the bodies of the vast majority of the fighters turned into dust, and their souls were imprisoned forever in the armor before, and turned into puppets with almost no self-consciousness—the scarlet fighters.

When Magnus heard of this terrible failure, he exiled Aliman and his wizard team from the Star of Witchcraft, and Thousand Sons were torn apart and became a gang of innumerable fragments.

Qianzi is now a ghost army led by a few cursed people, wandering in the eyes of fear and beyond, searching for knowledge of witchcraft and searching for witchcraft secret treasures.

There is no doubt that the appearance of these thousand children surprised Saul.

As the system went online again, more lights flickered, and the light they emitted was like a few cold phosphorescence in the tossing smoke.

"There is something, it's some kind of rope."

Mark pointed behind the corpse and said in surprise.

Soshyang couldn't see what the other party was referring to at first, but when one of the soul drinkers swayed, turned slightly, and fell weakly with one hand on an empty holster next to his waist, he saw that there was Something connects the armor of the star warrior to the console.

At first glance, it looked like a tangled cable, but it oozes from the slit in the warrior's breastplate.

But a closer look reveals that it is actually a smoother fluid that is more biomass.

The tube itself has life and rhythm with it. From time to time, the tube bulges along the curved loop line all the way down, pumping from the soldier to the console.

Mottled blood handprints are also printed on the label plate of the surveillance terminal.

With an abrupt crackling sound, the main display screen submerged in the fog suddenly lit up, and its built-in speaker was turned on again with a fierce roar, and a monster-like, terrible and distorted face was on the quartz glass plate of the screen. Coalescence ~www.readwn.com~ Soshyang's heart is filled with an inexplicable feeling that some weird and extremely powerful existence is approaching.

It's like the waves surging in the sea when a huge ship is heading to the port. Looking down from the ship, you can see a Leviathan emerging.

"Let's get out first!"

Soshyang hissed.

"This place is contaminated by subspace!"

"hold on."

Mark aimed his blaster at a soul drinker.

"First, we give these people the peace they deserve, no matter what they have done."

He immediately fired, and the explosive bomb broke the helmet of his target.

Others joined in, pouring gunfire on those trembling former compatriots.

A howl of pain and anger echoed in the broadcast system, and Kovani also activated his heavy flamethrower, ejecting a long beam of fire, turning a huge amplitude to make the burning promethium flame. Swept these consoles.

As the fire wave passed, the circuits exploded, the meaning of the screen broke, and Soshyan's power armor recorded the rapidly rising temperature.

He looked around at the burning bridge to make sure everything was burning.

There should be no living creatures that can survive the intensifying fire.

When he was observing, the accumulated promethium slowly spread to his feet. Soshyang lowered his head and looked down at the creeping flames, and suddenly saw a face.

Gorge’s angry face, he seemed to be saying something to himself—

The flame almost burned to his feet, making him fascinated.

"Soshyan!!"

He didn't know who was calling this, but this cry made him wake up from the distraction.

Turning his head, he saw Saul staring at him.

"This place is under the influence of Tricky's power, keep your mind and let go of your hatred temporarily.