The Emperor’s Angel of Death

　　 After a while, as if thousands of bugs were biting in the mind, Sarperdon's psychic energy surged, and then he propped up an invisible shield to separate the existence, freeing the surrounding fighters from the interference of psychic energy.

　　 "Don't try to threaten me!!!"

　　 The think tank curator roared.

　　 And what responded to him was the loud grinding sound of mechanical gears turning.

　　 The hatch in front of them slowly opened, and the entrance was shrouded in dense fog. With heavy footsteps, a tall figure emerged from the dense fog.

　　 Salperdon suddenly held his breath. It was an interstellar warrior, but it was the interstellar warrior he didn't want to see the most.

There are nine of them. The armors are polished and shiny. The blue enamel is as deep as the dark night sky under the background of diamonds. The gorgeous golden part looks like a heart of stars coming into the world, shining endlessly. .

　　 The huge crown stands in the center of the helmet, and the mysterious Tizka text is engraved on it.

　　 All of them wore an odd-shaped sword on their waist, a gold hilt, and rubies inlaid on it, which complemented their armor.

　　 The rebellious 15th Army, Qianzi.

　　 But Sarpedon knew that there was no flesh and blood under those armors, only bone-white fine sand.

　　 They encountered several such scarlet fighters on the bridge, which caused them great trouble.

　　 Seeing the scarlet soldier appear, the soul drinkers raised their guns.

　　 But the red letter at the head made a sound immediately.

　　 "I am glad to welcome you to Brokeback, the think tank director of Soul Drinker, please come with me."

　　 finished speaking, turned around to the convenience.

　　Salperton felt impatient for a while, but after thinking about it again and again, he followed.

　　 followed the scarlet letter to the depths and continued through a door. He felt the room begin to tilt slightly downwards.

　　 There are three arches in the distance, and there is a set of escalators behind each arch.

　　 "The door on the right, think tank."

The tunnel below 　　 is very long, and the surrounding ceramic steel columns and floors seem to have been thousands of years old, but the twists and turns of this passage are familiar to Salperdon, as if he had been here before.

　　 So when he stepped out of the elevator, he immediately found the direction to the target accurately.

　　 If he remembers correctly, the structure here is the same as the route they used to pass through the Star Fort, so there is no doubt that what he is looking for will be at the end.

　　 There should be a warehouse there.

　　 Sure enough, when he came to the end of the passage, he found that the passage leading to the inside was blocked by a huge portal with the sign of Mechanical Teaching engraved on it.

　　 He hates this sign.

　　 At this time, the door began to open slowly.

　　 As the internal gas oozes out, the exposed internal structure matches the memory of Sarpedon. Although it has changed a lot, it is still the same place.

　　The vaulted ceiling is more than 70 meters high, and many metal columns can be seen as the load-bearing base, and there are many iron chains hanging down on the ceiling as the connection of lamps and lanterns.

　　Platforms, passages, steps and up and down stairs surround a static stand, densely packed probe sensors, detection equipment, etc., enclose one thing in the middle.

　　 That thing is there, but in perception, or subconsciously, it seems to encompass a whole galaxy in mid-air.

　　 In the center of the still stand, there is a spear suspended.

　　 It was a huge spear, and its grip was as thick as the blade of a powered sword.

　　 The end of the spear is the head of an eagle, and its tip is a clenched iron fist. From the fist, there is a golden leaf-shaped blade that is as long as a sword.

　　The exquisite crafts are covered with plastic-steel coatings. Below the fist is an exhaust box that disintegrates the force field generator. The power transmission cables and force field dispersing bolts are cleverly hidden in the decoration.

　　 In addition, there is a more mysterious technology intertwined on the blade.

　　 This is a whirlpool weapon, a creation of the lord of mankind, forged by his own hands, full of subtle mastery of science and subspace.

　　 Its name is Soul Spear, and it was a weapon used by the original body Dorn in the era of the Great Expedition.

　　 But it is said that Don has used it very few times. It seems that he instinctively resists this weapon. In most of the world, it sleeps in the original armory.

　　 After the second army was founded, I don’t know why, the soul spear became the holy relic of the soul drinker, but it was lost thousands of years ago.

　　 "Soul Spear——"

　　 Seeing this thing, Salperdon trembled all over.

　　 Everything he did, everything he gave, everything he sacrificed was for this holy thing.

　　 For the soul spear, they became traitors.

　　 For the soul spear, the soul drinkers crippled each other.

　　 For the soul spear, he also became a monster...

　　The soul spear has become almost all the meaning of his life, and he also firmly believes that only by retrieving the soul spear, they will be able to wash away the name of the traitor, and they still have a chance to bridge the rift in the battle group, he—

　　 When he tremblingly stretched out his hand toward the stand still, a figure lay in front of him.

　　 The Scarlet Soldier's soulless eyepiece stared straight at him.

　　 "Go away!!!"

　　 Salperdon immediately became angry, like a child whose toy had been taken away.

　　 "Immediately! Immediately! Otherwise I will let you die several times! Even if you are already dead! I will rub your ashes!!"

　　 But the scarlet letter did not go back. On the contrary, it still took a step forward, staring at the think tank director in a persecuting manner.

　　 "I hope you can figure out the current situation, that angry Soshyan is rushing towards you."

　　 At the mention of Soshyang’s name, Salperdon’s mind immediately seemed to be poured with cold water.

"who are you."

　　 Salperdon took a step back and looked at the red letter carefully, but he didn't see anything special.

　　 "I am destiny, I am everything~www.readwn.com~ I ask who you are, not what you are? Damn, you are a demon, a **** damned demon, and nothing else."

Although he has been declared rebellious, it does not mean that Salperdon has chosen to join Chaos-his heart still has the pride of being Astarte, but he knows how much this pride is left. .

　　 "I am everything, everywhere. I was once a member of mortals. Now, I am the messenger of the holy creature."

　　 "Tricky."

　　 Salperdon took a step back, he made a gesture, and the soul drinkers immediately took up their guns.

　　 "You are too dangerous, I want to take back the spirit spear by myself."

　　 "Danger? I don't know that the real danger is always behind you."

　　 The scarlet soldier let out a shriveled laugh, and then slowly backed away.

　　 "You will surrender willingly."

　　 Hearing this sentence, Sarpedon's heart trembled, and a certain primitive power fluctuation was fast approaching, which he had witnessed not long ago.

　　 They were followed, someone tried to **** the soul spear!

　　 "Stop him!!"

　　 Salperdon roared.

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