The Emperor’s Angel of Death

The wind blew all over him, bringing a screaming sound.

The groggy Soshyang hit a Ji Ling and found himself standing in a black ruin. Its only composition was large and small black stone fragments.

Looking up, Soshyang saw nothing but darkness, the sky was dim, and the stars were dead.

This is a terrible scene.

More than that, the whole world is reverberating with the death roar of a large number of people. Soshyan stood on the ruins and looked around. The fragile bones were spread into a carpet covering the ground, and they melted together. Obviously Not for natural reasons.

When he listens with his ears up, he can get out of the noisy sea, just like notes in music.

As if they only sang for him, welcoming him back home.

The remnants of the city have become their city, surrounded by desolation, an abandoned kingdom of crude psychological shaping.

Soshyan took two steps, then saw a collapsed obelisk, and was stunned.

He knows this place, or he will never forget it in his life.

Here is the world engine——

The surroundings are silent, but Soshyang can feel the aliens lingering in the shadowed broken walls, and those phosphorescent creatures lurking in the broken buildings, both alive and dead.

The broken world engine fell into a world between life and death.

Soshyan had just walked two steps, and suddenly, he stopped.

Just like joining this carnival, the wind is slowly weakening.

Then he murmured and turned around, something was coming.

"finally."

The gleaming creature moved quickly through the ruins in the direction where he was. There is no metal product that can move so quickly or so smoothly, but these are different.

These monsters are very disgusting and extremely thin, and are more similar to some lizards that inhabit the natural world, although they are covered with liquid metal compared to scales, with a blade that resembles a broken blade. The limbs shuttled on the ground.

Skinner, but not exactly the same.

They dispersed and disappeared in the shadow of the ruins.

Even with superhuman senses, Soshyan found it difficult to keep track of them. He began to enter a fighting state, holding the hilt in his hand, and began to wait.

After a moment, at the two clock ticks, the wind began to roar, and he was surrounded by the howling of death.

For a moment, he sang along with them, and his voice rose like the wind and then fell.

It was an old ballad, but he didn't know its name.

Suddenly driven by instinct, Soshyang turned around, and his sword flicked into his hand as if he had a will, splitting the first monster that rushed up into two, and a hot steam flowed out of the cut chest. Liquid metal.

The monster kicked its legs towards the sky and refused to accept the coming of death.

Soshyan stepped directly on the monster's bones until it fell completely.

Continuing to sing, he moved. The second monster left the high ground. He saw it while it was searching for him. Soshyan approached the canopy made of metal and bone. He could hear the edges of his limbs jagged. The uneven monster was moving, so he reached for the pistol.

Suddenly, some monsters appeared behind him.

"Extremely smart."

He whispered, then scurried away with his pistol and opened fire.

A gleaming corpse fell diagonally to the ground, and Soshyan swung his sword towards the back, approaching the second head and leaped out of the monster from the hiding place.

When the claws grabbed the power armor, its curved chin opened and closed unconsciously. Its eyes were sensors that lock the target. Soshyang shook his head, took a step back, and threw the sword at the opponent. Nailed to the ground.

But when Soshyang just drew his sword, the vibration from the earth made his expression serious.

A terrifying behemoth emerged from the fog, it may be as huge as the Emperor Titan, and it is not very appropriate to use this adjective.

It has countless hands and supports half of a human-shaped body. If it has to be described appropriately, it should be called crawling.

More importantly, its body is also flowing in silver liquid metal, and those liquids become countless monsters after falling to the ground.

When Soshyang looked at the head of the crawling metal giant, he was stunned.

Because that is his face--

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Soshyan is wandering above the wasteland.

Without weapons or armor protection, he can only run with his feet.

The dust was flying, the limestone was shattered, and the soldier was staggering, but he didn't stop for a moment.

There was frost all over his body, with a weird and terrifying metal nightmare on his back. He didn't dare to stop. Stopping meant death.

Suddenly, he raised his ears, and the roar coming from behind gradually became blurred-perhaps it was the cold wind that cut these creepy screams to pieces, or perhaps it was God's blessing that they gave up chasing.

He secretly prayed that the best situation would be as he wished, but he couldn't suppress the worries in his heart.

What was even more frightening was the roar in the ears. The cry of the metal giant could not belong to the world at all. When this sound came from the throat, it was actually a scream like a blade chanting.

And the hostility released by the cold itself that shrouded the sky and the earth also increased unabated.

This is not an ordinary conceptual cold, it is more icy and abominable. The physical touch falls on the surface of the skin, like a touch, like a kiss, soaking armor, piercing bones, and drawing strength from his body—though This is just his illusion.

In his memory, even the void has never bit his body so fiercely and cruelly.

The snow fell into frost, shattered as he moved forward, and accumulated and condensed again at the moment of his next breath.

Such a blizzard does not belong to the world,

He stumbled, staggered forward and continued walking, the rocks shattered one after another.

Not paying attention to ~www.readwn.com~ He was tripped to the ground. The pain caused him to instinctively spit out curses, but the words had not even been spoken. The formed syllables swept away together, and he didn't even hear his own voice.

Behind him, the metallic loud howl approached closer and closer, maddeningly close.

In the end, he still did not escape its pursuit.

He gritted his teeth and forced himself to stand up, forcing his already overwhelmed muscles to run again.

Every breath is painful like a jigsaw pulling back and forth, it **** the forest ice waterfall into the throat, and spit out the little warmth.

In the past, he had also consciously put himself into a certain state of stasis, in which he could gradually stop the biological process from working, thus causing the body to fall into artificial deep sleep.

But this time is completely different. It does not slow down the speed of life, but makes it irresistibly depleted.

Physiologically, what he is heading towards is not the suspended animation he has experienced before——

He is entering a real death.