The Emperor’s Angel of Death

　　 "Strange."

　　 Soshyang took a step forward, and he felt a faint smell of rust, even though his armor was completely sealed.

　　 The team is divided into two parts at this time, and three are a team, walking from the left and right

　　 On the command platform, Soshyan was at the back and went straight to the command center.

　　 "More machine servants,"

　　Almin told Soshyan of his discovery through the communication channel.

　　 "You are right, sir, there are no other crew members"

　　 "It's the same here for me."

　　 Rogers' voice also rang in the channel.

　　" But these words on the bulkhead-they are not in Gothic, nor are they

　　 I don’t know the language of Mechanical God. "

　　 "Don't pay attention to those words, we are on a traitor's ship, everything can be corrupted."

　　 Soshyang said calmly, he

　　 found the answer to a question on the podium, but it brought more questions.

　　 He found a soldier.

　　 Obviously, this is not a soldier from the Legion of Word Bearers, as the dark purple paint that has not faded and the dim eagle logo on the chest confirms this.

　　 However, most of this armor has been completely unrecognizable, most of the signs that can identify the identity or belonging have been damaged, only the whole can be seen

The style of 　　 is still Baroque, and there are some symbols and signs that he is not familiar with.

　　 The only certainty is that this soldier was slaughtered and divided, and regrouped in the crudest way.

　　 This is a blasphemous blasphemy against Astarte. This technique made Soshyang realize that this is likely to be a "sacrifice", the sacrificial offerings of those inferior and cruel Chaos interstellar warriors to their evil gods.

　　 "If you can make a bold inference."

　　The technical sergeant came to Soshyang, looked at the broken power armor, and whispered.

　　"The time and space in the subspace are changeable at any time, there are

　　 There is no possibility... The ship of the Seventeenth Army was involved in a certain battle, and because of a certain

　　 Kind of reason and arrangement, now appear here? But it just freezes a certain moment of the war. It is not a physical existence. It may have existed in physical space, but it has been eliminated. Is this a real ‘ghost’? "

　　 "The ghost of a battleship?"

　　If this is the case, can it explain that there are no crew wrecks or more wrecks of interstellar warriors on the ship, and this ‘sacrifice’ on the ground is part of the ship’s "memory", so it can be preserved?

　　 But why would such a real ghost ship go straight to the Spark?

　　 "Damn it!"

　　 A scream passed through the earphones and into Soshyang’s ears.

　　 He immediately turned around and saw a huge creature pressing on a soldier. It had many holes in its body, but it still made bite marks on the shoulder armor of the soldier who kept screaming.

　　 When the other soldiers attacked it, the creature roared, and the whole ship seemed to be shaking.

　　 "Fire! Fire!"

　　 shouts once again flooded the communication channel, and the gunfire lighted up the bridge.

　　 In a series of muzzle flames, Soshyan saw more monsters.

　　 They climbed out of the bulkhead and ran, carrying pink flames, as if being pulled in from outside the ship, chirping and cheering.

　　 Soshyang broke two strides on the podium without saying anything. The holy flame sword in his hand was held high, and at the moment it fell, it directly destroyed a nearly one square meter deck, including a dozen of these chaotic creatures in front of him.

　　 "Gather! Everyone!"

　　 At Soshyan’s order, the soldiers gathered quickly, adopted a defensive posture, and methodically repelled the invaders with explosive guns.

　　 The entire bridge is the flame of a bomb gun.

　　 But on the other side of the platform, the fallen soldier was being dragged by the monster to the dark passage. His explosive gun fell on the ground, and his hand armor scratched the ground desperately, dragging out a string of sparks.

　　 Soshyang raised the Sacred Yan sword high, and rushed towards the beast with a roar.

In the next second, the creature flinched from under his sword, and bounced quickly like a ball of jelly. Even if the burning scene did not pierce it or physically touch it, it seemed very painful. It even Give up his prey and scurry around.

　　 Desolate Realm was released with full strength under Soshyan's anger.

　　 He became a huge black hole of soul, and those flowing colors and howling sounds melted like ice and snow by his side. Monsters circumvented him like avoiding natural enemies, or turned and fled.

　　 For a while, Soshyang seemed to be a stubborn boulder in the torrent, and the things that rushed to him were smashed to pieces by his side, but he was helpless.

　　 Such a scene deeply shocked the soldiers behind him.

　　Almin, who kept shooting and observing, had a feeling that it was not the weapon that killed those chaotic creations, but that person.

　　 Even so far away, he could feel Soshyang's steady and rational anger.

It was like a gale blowing on a cold forest, and the merciless chill mixed with frost slowly shredded the abominable things. This chill made Almin shudder—he has never been since the transformation. Shivered.

　　 He never realized that it would be so cold next to Soshyan, even his superhuman physique instinctively wanted to stay away from each other.

"what!"

　　 Soshyan smashed a monster in mid-air~www.readwn.com~ It exploded immediately, sour and corrosive substances splashed on him, making his armor hiss.

　　 He gripped the weapon tightly with two fists and roared.

　　He was born to fight and was born to win. Every muscle in his body that is far beyond ordinary is tight now.

　　 However, the biting chill is approaching his heart, and the flame on the Sacred Yan sword is getting dimmed.

　　 Soshyang has never used the Realm of Desolation for so long.

　　 After taking a deep breath, he said to everyone.

　　 "Tactically retreat and return to Spark."

　　 He tuned his words to a wider frequency so that everyone can hear them.

　　 "Install the hot melt bomb on the bridge, set the time, and we will withdraw immediately."

　　This is the last resort. Since the ship is not moved by engines, Soshyan can only try to destroy its "brain" and stop it.

　　 Almin ordered the soldiers to take out the hot melt bombs that had been prepared and install them on the bridge. This only took half a minute, and in the process, Soshyan had already eliminated countless monsters.

　　 But they are still endless.

　　Although they are very afraid of Soshyang's bleak realm, they seem to be driven by something, endlessly rushing forward.

　　 "Sir! Installation is complete!"

　　 Almin’s roar was mixed with the roar of the explosive gun.

　　 "Retreat! Everyone follow me!"

　　 Soshyang roared, shook off his steps and rushed towards the passage where they came, and there was already full of distorted and ugly creations, and some of them simply extended their limbs directly in the bulkhead.

　　 The whole ship seemed to boil over, or...

　　 It became a living thing.