The Emperor’s Angel of Death

The storm surrounding Sharo's side shone with a pale halo and was full of breathtaking panic. The wizards around were shaken by the accident, and they walked out of the circular queue, summoning the troops to hold their canes and look. To the source of chaos.

"You are a liar!"

Sharo shouted and squeezed Tubek's neck, intending to throw him back, but the other side stood still like a stubborn rock.

Seeing shame, Sharo roared angrily and raised his other hand, calling out a large group of rushing spiritual flames.

As soon as the spell came out, the surrounding wizards were in a mess, leaving their podium one after another so as not to be affected, and the messy music in the background turned into outright noise.

"Wait a minute."

The next moment, Magnus' loud voice reverberated in the hall, choking everyone's words into his voice, and there was silence all around.

Tubek is aware of his mistake. The lone-eyed giant has never shrunk his figure to the size of a mortal-it is the strange colors and lights in this hall that have bewildered his senses, and Magnus is still that huge giant. .

When the Red Devils leaned over to examine him closely, Tubek felt like a flying insect nailed to the camera.

"Exiled."

Magnus' voice reverberated in all the existing cranial cavities, and the wizards with weaker mana almost fell, and one after another stretched out their hands to cover the visor of the helmet.

"My lord!"

Tubek broke free of Sharo's restraint, bowed deeply to Magnus, swiftly walked through the forested podiums, ignored the contemptuous glances from all around, and trot towards the throne.

"I brought news, very important news."

Magnus looked down at him, flaming waves wafting in his huge blood red eyes.

"It's your turn to deliver me the news of subspace?"

Magnus' words were calm. But Tubek knew very well that once his reply was slightly wrong, his existence would be wiped out immediately.

"It's not about subspace news, my lord."

Tubek intends to use his brief description to arouse the interest of the lord. There is silence in the hall, and the wizards and rows of scarlet warriors silently watched the meeting between the two.

Magnus nodded, and Tubek continued his statement.

"My news comes from the empire, my lord, the kingdom occupied by the running dogs and fanatics of the false emperor. To be precise, it comes from the Maelstrom."

"Maelstrom? That sad pirate's lair?"

Magnus flicked the long knife in his hand, and the walls of the hall should disappear without a trace, revealing the devastated land under their feet that stretched to the sky.

Although most of the Wizard Star was turned into a wasteland of burnt brown glass in the scarlet change tens of thousands of years ago, it still has a little human population: withered mountains and dry beaches are surrounded by various buildings, barracks. Hatchbacks are lined up with weapons batteries, assembly line factories and armory are built in one place, and huge temples towering around store various collections of the lonely giant.

Since the wolves of Ruth put Prospero to the torch tens of thousands of years ago, Magnus has never stopped rebuilding the home of the thousands.

The reconstructed scene is different from the memory of the past. Without the gilt spire, and without the crystal pyramid of Novo, the wizard star has turned into an anvil in the hands of Magnus, producing weapons for the endless war.

Looking at Magnus, who admired his work, Tubek realized that the Red Devils had once again ignored the guests' words and began to appreciate himself.

"Promotion has already come on our shoulders. Unlike me, the corpse king has already lost his great vision. I will bring wisdom to his descendants and grandchildren. I will fish out their shameful ignorance. They bring promotion."

Magnus looked down at the bottom of the hall.

"I will light the way for them."

Following the line of sight of the original body, Tubek saw a string of skinny human figures, his body firmly **** by a rope of shining light.

Although their bodies were black and severely damaged, they still couldn't die. The cruel rituals squeezed the life energy of the supply hall, causing them to wriggle in pain.

Similar clusters are piled up under all the halls. The tortured souls will never live beyond their lives. The ornately decorated pipes blocked their wide mouths, turning their screams into beautiful odes with reverberations in the halls. .

Although Magnus boasted about saving mankind in the palace driven by the suffering of the dead, Tubek didn't feel ironic. The chance of promotion never belonged to the majority, it was the privilege of the minority.

Only valuable souls can settle down in a brand new kingdom-the untalented, despicable untouchables are obviously not up to the standard.

"I will help you enlighten them, my lord."

Tubek stepped forward as he said, raising the crooked staff in his hand.

In the next second, Magnus laughed loudly. The laughter was not pretentious or cold, and the undisguised and low voice reminded Tubeck of the simple times of the past-that fashion is the mortal body of him standing in scarlet On the side of the king, advancing the emperor's hypocritical expedition.

"Ariman’s accomplice Tubek intends to assist me."

Magnus looked at the group of wizards in a circle, and they laughed hesitantly.

"I was at the critical moment of regaining what we lost, and then Tubek told me that he could help me? I would like to hear more, old friend, how do you plan to help me?"

"The promotion has begun, and it is exactly what you expected, my lord. No matter where in the vast galaxy, the soul is trying to detach from the flesh and blood that binds it. But this process is very slow-faster than we need. A lot slower."

Magnus’ laughter ceased, and he leaned back in his chair, his figure resembling a hill of muscle and flame:

"What are you going to tell me? What are you going to do?"

Tubek gave up the meticulous preface he prepared carefully and simply uttered the words.

"I want to recommend someone for you, or maybe someone wants to see you."

Magnus laughed again, but the sound lost its happy tone.

Then, the thunder raged in the space, and the atmosphere among the people became distorted and solemn.

The Red Devil stared at Tubek indifferently and squeezed the long knife in his hand, while Tubek silently suffered from the red devil's furious gaze that was enough to turn ordinary people into ashes.

"Who is worth your risk?"

"Excuse me, only adults you can know."

Tu Shell's words immediately attracted countless murderous eyes.

"Do you really think there is a secret in the world that you know but I don't? You think I haven't considered the possibility of the sacrament? I can peel your sad soul out of your body and see you Everything..."

The Red Devil shrugged and handed his chin to the wizards who were surrounded by him.

"Or they can do the same."

"Yes, my lord, but the service and help I can provide you with is far more than one news in the future."

Magnus stared at Tubek and fell silent.

Tubek knew immediately that his words had worked-he aroused the appetite of the lonely giant.

Afterwards, the Scarlet King thought for a moment, then turned and looked at the wizards to give orders.

"Take him to Sotilris, the deepest cave on Tizka, and lock him in-remember to use your most powerful restraint spells. Roaming the sky makes him lose his mind. He may intend to disadvantage us. "

Tubeck's rebuttal was choked by Magnus's throat.

"You don't need to thank me for my kindness and generosity."

The Scarlet King said with a smile:

"If you think about your past, I will spare your life."

When he said this, the frost in his words eased a little:

"You may think I forgot about you, but I didn't. I still remember what you did when the wild wolves raged. I still remember the years when you stood by my side. I also understand that all the crazy words in your mouth are. Out of loyalty in serving the Lord."

Magnus stood up from the throne, his huge body smashed into the thunder and stirred the surrounding space.

"It's ahead at the time of promotion, and we will all see reality soon-the same for you, Tubek."

The wizards who received the order raised the scepters and sharp swords in their hands, and directed the evil fire drawn out of the void, and rushed straight towards Tubek.

The flame-burning slave screamed in pain, the heart-wrenching ghost crying wolf howling turned into a beautiful singing tune, several light **** rose from the riot, surrounded by Tubek, with a powerful imprisoning force, Drag him towards the entrance of the hall.

While struggling, his mask also slipped down, revealing a face full of spells—this is the curse of expulsion, the symbol of the exile, and also their shame, only Magnus can erase it.

"My lord! My lord!!! You must hear it with your own ears! This has to do with your brother! Your blood brother!!!"

"Wait~www.readwn.com~ The Scarlet King's face changed suddenly. When the wizards heard him, they stopped immediately.

Tubeck struggled and climbed back in front of Magnus.

"My lord, it matters a lot."

Magnus pondered for a moment, then raised a hand, and a transparent barrier instantly covered the two of them.

"Okay, let's talk about it, but you have to pay attention. What you want to say next may be your last words in this world."

Tubeck held his breath, nodded, and said solemnly:

"My lord, I ran into someone in the Maelstrom area. He used to be the head of the soul drinker's think tank, but now he is out of the control of the pseudo-emperor."

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