The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"There is no emperor! That is just a pseudo-emperor!"

With a **** gaze, the Berserker roared and raised his axe, and swung it at the guy in the silver-gray armor shouting the **** slogan.

In the next second, the sharp teeth of the axe touched the shiny metal and made a clear noise.

"Blood, blood sacrifice blood--"

"I'm fed up with your crazy talk!"

A violent head hammer hit Benoit's mind and senses, his vision was blurred again and again, and his neck twitched violently back, which was strong enough to make him fall.

After realizing that his face had been smashed three times by the opponent, the lost soldier roared.

But now his thinking is too slow, it is difficult to think in pain.

He wanted to swing the axe, but the opponent's sword was so fast.

In the shadow of the sword, he seemed to suddenly remember something-a name etched on the white armor.

That name seemed so familiar for a moment.

Benoit, Benoit of War Dog, Benoit of World Devourer——

An axe that struck him reminded him of another battle, far away in the age of blood and greatness...

He killed every alien that stood in front of him, and then pursued those who were smart enough to know to retreat. He split the first one with an axe, and then rushed towards the second prey.

glory?

Glory is reserved for cowards who dare not even let their name die.

Standing on the corpses of the monsters, he grinned, stepping his boots into the chest cavity of the corpse under his feet, while continuing to kill in the name of the lord of mankind.

Marks of military exploits are accumulating on his feet, and every kill means that he must climb higher to meet new prey. The bullets hit his back and shoulders like a hammer. , This will only make him more angry, nothing more, almost not a disturbance.

Then.....

Then everything suddenly changed.

The burning sky, the cracked earth, he fell from the sky and brought killing.

What is this world called?

He doesn't remember very much, it seems to be called Estevan—

Benoit walked along the bloodstain to a dying prey. A soldier in blood-stained white armor sat slumped on the ground, his back leaning against the wall, and his leg armor was splashed with internal organs.

This person looks so familiar, but the blood on his face is so strange.

Blood--

The blood left traces on everything in this world. The warrior’s face only reflected the battle itself. His half of his body was gone, only the spine bones that had been split by a battle axe or some other weapon were exposed. .

He squinted his eyes without saying a word, maintaining his life with extraordinary concentration, even now that his intestines have been pulled out of his body.

He should be dead, but he didn't.

Seeing Benoit walking towards him, the soldier smiled, showing his **** teeth.

"brother......"

Brother, the word made the butcher's nail ticking in the back of his head more active.

"... all this is why..."

Why?

He walked up to this person, this former best friend and brother, the battle axe in his hand slipped, and then fell to sit beside him.

Suddenly, he covered his face with his hands and couldn't cry.

"I have no idea....."

They grew up in a mountain village, enlisted together, transformed together, and fought together under the emperor for the survival of mankind.

They fought **** battles with the enemy in the underground labyrinth of Tyra for several months, and finally helped each other out of the hell.

They also fought fiercely against the dirty green skin in the stars of Pegasus, and died almost at the same time.

They also looked forward to the return of the original body together.

Even, they jointly decided to enter the Butcher's Nail.

However--

"...Benoit.... The original body... He doesn't love us at all... He hates us from the beginning..."

The soldier's gaze looked at the sparkling sky, and blood poured out of his mouth.

"...In the future, you... can only... take care of yourself... yourself..."

The warrior exhaled, and accompanied by a slow, exhausted sigh, there was no more ups and downs in his chest.

Benoit slumped on the ground, staring at the sky with wide-open eyes, the corners of his eyes kept twitching, and tears slipped silently from his face.

Suddenly, the world was torn apart, leaving only a sword that struck him.

In the absence of pain, his hands lost control of the weapon, and the axe fell to the ground.

"Blood--"

This was the last word he uttered, and the opponent's sharp blade had already cut along his throat and reached his hips.

At the last moment of his senses, he could even taste the blow-full of cold and suffocation.

"The blood **** doesn't care whose blood is—"

With the last thoughts, Benoit, the former commando captain of 114 Dalian assault, fell into the eternal darkness.

But the battle was not over. The dying flesh was the container of pleasure. An existence that had been wandering on the battlefield for a long time finally found a suitable body and plunged into it.

"what--"

Ustad, who was beheading a powerful enemy, took a step back and looked at what was in front of him vigilantly.

The dead Benoit stood up.

He got up from the ground as if being pulled by a thin string, and the black liquid was like a turbid rope flowing from him. A mouth at the scorched black bump on his head opened, revealing needle-like teeth, as if he was mocking. , And there was a pink thing covered with mucus on the wound on his body twitching~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Then, an eye was squeezed out of the body and blinked at Ustad, its iris It was as blue as the sky at noon.

"what!"

The creature that was once a Chaos Interstellar warrior roared, and thousands of mouths and eyes opened on its body.

Its shadow spread to the ground, swallowing thin sunlight.

At this time, Benoit seemed to be taller than the retaining wall, and Ustad even felt that the details of the material world were blurred, and everything seemed to disappear behind the scenes of a diffuse flame.

More people slumped to the ground, and both the defenders and the attacking cultists were all convulsing at the same time.

Then Shadow met them and swallowed them without a shout.

The demon looked down at Ustad, looking at him with thousands of eyes.

"Son of the Curse."

Its voice was mixed with whispers and chuckles.

With a magical voice rushing through his body, Ustad saw his brothers: their flesh and blood burst from the armor, and their souls were pulled into a huge, pitch-black mouth.

Then he saw a face, a face he knew, a face as cold as metal, and its eyes were like burning dying stars.

Soshyan Alexei, the commander of their war regiment.

"No! Damn! You don't want to confuse me!"

Ustad roared and broke free of the illusion in his head.

The devil sighed regretfully, and suddenly the huge body moved like lightning.

In the next second, Ustad smashed through a bunker more than ten meters away, and then fell to the floor embarrassedly.

The burnt marks made his armor full of stains, which were the marks left by the demon with its breath.

The force of the blow was so great that the feeling in his chest and shoulders made him almost think that he was being smashed by a predator.