The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"Talking for so long—"

With that, Soshyang bent down, tried to look at the other's face, and smiled:

"So now do you already know who I am?"

The man glanced at Soshyang, then lowered his head and said in a low voice:

"The commander of the Astral Knights, Soshyan Alexei."

"It seems that you have heard of my name, so you should also know that to deal with traitors, the empire has the principles and methods of the empire."

Seeing the other's shoulders tremble, Soshyang straightened up.

"Because of your cooperation just now, I can also kindly put you into an escape capsule and launch it into the void, so... it doesn't count as if I broke my promise? Your life will be ruled by the emperor. The emperor will make a ruling."

Garrian Kerr raised his head abruptly when he heard the words, and opened his mouth, but he didn't say a word.

However, from the movement of the opponent's lips, Soshyang can probably guess that the other party wants to say a word——

do not.

But Soshyan shook his head.

"For Astarte, fear of death is not a good quality."

Garrian Kerr blushed to the base of his neck when he heard this, but he hummed for a long time but couldn't say a word.

Suddenly, Soshyan asked.

"How long have you been Astarte."

"Yes-fifty years..."

"Still a recruit."

Soshyan seemed to be interested at once.

"Will a war gang like you also replenish new blood?"

"Will do."

"Since you have left the Legion, where do the extra genetic seeds come from?"

"I don't know, these are the secrets of the pharmacist."

"Are your parents imperial?"

Galian Kerr froze for a moment, obviously he didn't expect the other party to ask this, and then shook his head.

"I don't know, I don't have any memories before the transformation."

Soshyang stood there thinking for a while, he suddenly remembered something that Saul had said to him, so he ordered it instead.

"You spit on the ground."

Galian Kerr complied.

A puddle of turbid liquid appeared on the ground.

Soshyan looked at the liquid being gradually engulfed by the dry dust, nodded thoughtfully, then waved to Ustad, called the opponent to the front, and then climbed on the opponent's shoulders and walked away from the crowd. , Whispered to Ustad:

"You will--"

After listening, Ustad nodded, then turned and walked in front of Galian Kerr, and grabbed the chain again.

"Go! Traitor! Go and accept your trial!"

He tugged hard, and the steel warrior had to stand up.

Garrian Kerr glanced at Soshyang, who just blinked at him, so he lowered his head and followed Ustad out of sight without saying a word.

Ten seconds later, there was a roar of explosive guns in the distance.

After a while, Ustad came back alone and said to Soshyan:

"The commander of the battle group has been dealt with."

Soshyang nodded, just about to greet everyone, talk about the current situation and new variables, but received an unexpected message.

During the siege of the fortress, the dark angel was attacked by the scarlet slaughter, and the situation was a bit bad.

Without waiting for Soshyang to respond further, the second bad news followed one after another——

The White Temple encountered the main force of the Black Legion and fell into a bitter battle.

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Chaos Lord Dram Korda doesn’t really care about the Abaddon Hounds fighting in Fort No. 7. For him, Uquisos and his sadistic berserkers are just a group of brainless barbarians. Violence and fury wash their souls, leaving them in anger all day long.

For him, only an angry life is sad, and enjoyment and enjoyment are everything.

Through the helmet, he heard those furious howls, vicious curses and creepy oaths...

The blasting gun barked, the chainsaw sword roared, Dram Kelda felt his heartbeat start to accelerate, the blood began to boil, and the desire to fight continued to rise.

"Where are you, Drum?"

Suddenly, Zagshin the Destroyer yelled at him in the communicator.

Through the communicator, he could hear the wailing of the dead, and even felt the momentary pause when the single-molecule blade cut the bone.

"Do you need me?"

"Ha! We never needed you!"

Zagshin laughed wildly, the sound of him thrusting the blade into the corpse again and again from the communicator.

Drum Korda ignored the offense that the other party had committed to him. Both of them were commanders of the sons of cruel abuse. They had a lot of intrigues on weekdays, but they were both rationally maintaining a degree.

Although how long this "degree" can last, they don't know.

"I will give you these killings."

"You always do."

Zagshin laughed loudly again, and Drum's mind had already seen the strange smile on his skinless face.

He knew that Zagshin was very obsessed with torture. He used the local rose garden to create a labyrinth full of thorns in the agricultural world of Valencia, and forced the prisoners into this place, and then carried out a massacre for fun. Finally, the planet Countless inhabitants of the city died in it, and they all had several wounds severed by thorns.

The battle was so joyful and so exciting that even Dram Korda, who is known for his calmness, couldn't help being attracted by **** desire ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ but he dispelled these thoughts from his mind.

"I have more important things to do."

"What is more important than killing?"

Zagshin asked disdainfully. On the other side of the communicator, the children of cruel abuse also drove the chainsaw sword in their hands to express their approval.

"Your weakness has been revealed."

Drum Korda scoffed at this.

"This little killing reveals no power. If you want to calculate, I murdered billions more people than you."

Drum Korda once used the residents of the nest city to refine and make a mysterious elixir, condensing billions of people into a small group of essence and swallowing it, which gave him extremely powerful power.

"You talk too much, you do too little, take up your weapons, and trudge through the enemy's blood and blood."

"The commander commanded us to fish for the stupid pig of Equesos, don’t forget! Order, this is an order! Quickly let your people go to the designated location, I need to open the gap on my side when the flanks will not be affected. To interfere!"

There was a grunt of dissatisfaction at one end of the communicator, and then Zagshin's roar at his men came out.

"Damn medicine scum! Didn't you hear my order! Attack to the right! Take that area!"

Confirming that the other party had executed the arrangement, Drum turned off the communicator and stepped forward, as if the ground under his feet had shrunk together because of his arrival.

It is about 3 kilometers away from Fort No. 7, which is not far away. However, for the Black Legion, which lacks air transportation power, it is not easy to walk this distance with two legs, because the artillery fire on the side of the Empire has never stopped.

But the bigger trouble does not lie here.

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