The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Soms Nest is waking up. Although as a city with an extremely swelling population, it will not really sleep, but it still has an ebb and flow cycle.

　　In the city center, the pulse of life is more obvious.

The 　　 market is gradually opening, merchants yelling, loud priests lead the morning prayers, and hawkers pushing carts and carrying burdens walk through open squares, winding alleys and slab-paved streets.

　　 Sorge went back to the last route, trying to recall the impression of the entire city layout when he first came here.

　　The passing vendors and old people recognize his class and show respect to him.

　　 He also responded with the same gesture.

Now Sorge wants to enter the outskirts of the middle north of Chaodu, where there is an organization responsible for low-orbit transportation statistics, from which he can obtain data on the use of low-orbit transportation space by Astral Knight’s aircraft in recent years, and analyze the actual compilation general information.

　　 In fact, during the investigation during this period, he had vaguely realized that the actual number of astral knights must have exceeded two hundred.

　　 There is no doubt that a battle group with only thirty-three people driven out of its home planet can never recover to such a number in such a short time. Then there is only one explanation—

　　 The astral knight did the same thing as the claws of the old stars, swallowing the remaining power of a certain battle group.

　　 When he found enough evidence, he wondered if the judges would appreciate his efforts.

　　 Thinking of this ironic picture, Sorge gave a weird smile.

　　 Then he retreated to the side of the street and let a truck pass.

　　 The scavenger servants used brooms and buckets of water to clean the stone roads, and dustpans to shovel away the rubbish—they sang badly while working.

　　 The city wall with painted pottery gleams in the morning light, and bright pottery pieces form various patterns.

　　 Sorge saw one of the symbols, a two-headed eagle made of bright red ceramics, and his trained mind was very confident that he had never seen this before.

　　 This also means that he may have turned a wrong turn.

The topography of 　　 Nest Capital is so complicated, so many times, the general layout is hard to remember, just like a spider web.

　　 Suddenly, Sorge stopped and thought about it.

　　 The compass in his mind has been confused. He glanced at the rising sun and determined which side is east and which side is west.

　　 He slowed his breathing and let himself sweat for a while to stabilize his physical condition.

　　 Soon, the spy recovered.

　　 He just walked one more street west, nothing more, the target was on his left.

　　 But in fact, when he walked over, he found that it was not the case.

　　 Rarely, there is a problem with his sense of direction.

　　 Sorge stopped again, resisting the panic that gradually penetrated into his heart.

　　 A water vendor walked over and sold him a bottle of purified water.

　　 "No, thank you."

　　 Sorge declined gently.

　　 "May the emperor still love you."

　　 the hawker replied, moving on.

　　 Hearing these words, Sorge trembled suddenly.

What is wrong with me?

　　 Sorge thought, the last time I came here, he walked easily across the streets.

　　 But this time, like a novice, his head was spinning around.

　　This...this is silly.

　　 He then crossed two busy streets again, looking for familiar landmarks.

　　 But it seems that the target is getting farther and farther away from him, as if something is interfering with him and affecting his ability.

　　 On a whim, he put his hand into the small bag on his belt and pinched out the gem hidden inside.

　　 It is about the same size as a human earlobe, and it was given to him by his master. This is a very precious "spiritual stone" that responds to psychic energy.

　　 If it gets hot, or if there is any sign of dryness, it means there is psionic activity nearby.

　　 Sorge looked at the deep purple gem, affected by his own psionic power, it was always warm and dry.

　　 But now, the gems in his hand have become hot, like burning coals, and they have shrunk severely.

　　 He is in trouble.

　　 This gem is warning him that something is nearby, maybe it is hunting him.

　　 "Leave first."

　　 He continued along the street, feeling the same upset and lost as before.

　　 Then he walked quickly into a square where the crowds were relatively sparse. He hoped that the looser space would help him sort out his clues, and perhaps enable him to find out the psionic activity detected by the gem.

　　 But his thinking stubbornly refused to become clear.

　　 Suddenly, Sorge stopped and slowly raised his eyes.

　　He is standing in front of a church. The temple is high above the arches. It is a sculpture made of brass, showing the image of the emperor and angels.

　　 What a bad mistake, what a stupid astray led him here?

　　 This is the most unwilling area in the whole city that he would actively visit. While he was watching, all the statues seemed to pulsate and stretch, pressing his eyes into his head.

　　 The sun was anxious and dazzling. He retched, but immediately pressed down the hot reflux from his stomach.

　　 His penetration of the city this time was completely different from before, as if the city had already noticed him as an intruder and turned into a big net to catch him.

　　 Some people, some things, are playing with him.

　　 He still couldn't help vomiting, so Sorge hurriedly walked into an alley next to the Temple Square, stood in the shadows and bent over, releasing a sour liquid.

　　 The gastric juice quickly jetted out from his throat.

　　 In weakness, he fell to his knees, trembling and spitting out sour water.

　　 Suddenly, two people, who were just dark shadows before, began to walk towards him along the alley.

　　 They are not in a hurry, but there is a gesture full of purpose and urgency in their footsteps.

　　 Sorge immediately stood up and walked in the opposite direction, also full of purpose, and equally calm.

　　 Three more people appeared at the other side of the alley, walking towards him along the long and winding alley.

　　Who are they? soldier? Marshal? Judge? still is-

　　 Before thinking about it, Sorge noticed a few branches on the side of the alley, so he speeded up his steps and turned into the first fork, and ran away when he disappeared from the sight of those who were approaching.

　　 Soon, he left the alley and came to a strange place.

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　　 While observing the environment, the leaves above his head suddenly trembled in a breeze that came out of nowhere.

Sorge slung his backpack on his shoulders and quickly walked across the woods to find an open area where he could see the sky clearly. He remembered this place-he had hidden in a gorgeous garden before, curled up on the lawn behind a tall forest. , Try to use some sleep and rest to help your mind relax.

　　 But as he moved, a disturbance touched his mind.

　　 The sudden excitement of his heart converged into a piercing pain between his eyes, which almost appeared before his tinnitus.

　　 Although I don't know what happened, one thing seems certain-there is a new enemy, a new threat that is approaching quickly.

　　 Sorge was forced to dig out his own mind. He had to extract some things that could be used for him, some information that could give him the upper hand in the subsequent time.

　　 If he can foresee what will happen next, then he can decide where to hide and what kind of identity he will disguise.

　　 At first he found nothing.

　　 Sorge tried to spy, searching for more detailed information.

　　 Finally, he found something, but he let out an exclamation, and immediately flinched.

　　 He came into contact with a single mind, a dark existence, a thing belonging to midnight, which was different from any mind he had touched before.

　　 It is wild and dark, so hot, repulsive, extremely dense, and full of aggressiveness.