The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"what?"

Hearing the Tau's cry, Rozim turned around impatiently.

"Hey, figure it out, if I don't chop it up, you'll already be a big help, don't be too aggressive."

"Please listen to me, we have a very important adult who was kidnapped here a long time ago. Since we are here this time, we can't give up the opportunity to rescue him! Please help us! After this is done, I promise that the ether will Great reward for you! You can do whatever you want! I promise!"

"Huh? Uh—"

Rozim scratched his face a little bewildered. Although he was greedy for money, he still knew what to do. This time, it wasn't just for money, he also had to find a way to help Soshyan.

Enough is enough now, and more, I'm afraid—

But before he could speak, Ratashin suddenly spoke.

"Who is it that deserves this?"

When the other party asked this question, Ming Qi's blue face showed an embarrassed look, and he hesitated for a long time without saying anything.

Seeing this, Ratashin raised his legs and was about to leave. Ming Qi finally made up his mind and said:

"Okay, I'll tell you, but I hope you can help us when you know!"

"You speak first."

"He is the most powerful Aether ever, the eternal war mentor of the Fire Clan, the Greenskin Beheader, the hero of Feo\'Wash... Ammonium Shi!"

Hearing this, a faint smile suddenly appeared on Ratashin's indifferent face, and then his lips moved slightly, and he said a word that made Rozim's head big.

"it is good."

"Latassin, are you serious?"

The other party turned his head to look at Rozim.

"I didn't say immediately."

After all, he turned his attention back to the fire warrior.

"How to save Ammonium's history, you have to find your own way, and the premise is that we can accept it. Before that, you can choose to follow us."

Ming `Kai nodded.

"I understand, but now everyone is hurt..."

"Then find a place to rest first."

This is what Ratasin said to Rozim.

"That's... well, but you'd better explain to me why later."

"Will do."

Rozim shook his head helplessly and sighed:

"I just want to make some money, why is there so much trouble—"

At the same time, in the central city of Comoros, there is a huge semi-trapezoid building that glows dimly under the dim black sun.

Although the surrounding roads were full of traffic, there was not a single living thing within a few hundred meters of the entire building.

Its name is the Shrine of the Night of the Damned, a place not even the noble consuls of Comoros dare to set foot on—

Because it belongs to the dream demon.

As the servants of Kane the Bloody Hand, the Dream Demons never swear allegiance to any sect or conspiracy, they only swear allegiance to their own war shrine, which is very similar to the tribe warriors of the Ark World, so the Dream Demons are completely neutral in nature. Sticking to their contracts and being highly skilled, everything makes them the perfect bodyguards.

As long as the contract is abided by, then the dream demon is the city of conspiracy in Comoros, and there is no possibility of "betrayal" at all. This characteristic makes it impossible for any consul to share the spoils for the dream demon and their shrine. Hesitate and try to avoid confronting them head-on in a power grab as much as possible.

"King Kong Is Not Bad Dazhai Master"

At the same time, one of the more important reasons why the dream demons are so aloof is that they, or their masters, never participate in the power struggles of Comoros.

At this moment, in the grand main hall of the Temple of Dream Demons, a giant of steel and flame illuminates the shrine, the walls are bathed in flickering orange and red light, its eyes are the end of darkness, cracked metal The flames burned like flesh and blood under the skin.

Many deep voices are extolling its name - Keira Mantha Kane.

It is the Eldar God of War, the God of Murder and the God of Hatred.

In the huge shrine hall, eight figures were bathed in the brilliance of Kane. They were wearing dark blue and black battle armor, with gorgeous horned helmets on their heads, and their armored hands held long and wide Cliff broad-blade swords. , in the light the edge of Cliff's broad-blade gleamed dangerously red, and in the shadows behind them lurked others, pale flesh and twinkling eyes looming in the darkness.

After a moment, another figure entered the shrine, wearing the same armor as the others, although more ornately compared to the others.

The newcomer then chose a pair of curved Cliff broad-bladed knives as weapons, gleaming with energy.

"You are the best warriors in this shrine, but today I want you to tell me what fear is."

The voice of the dream demon bishop 'Void Brother' Kravex Kerathos came from the helmet, like a low whisper.

The smoke from the censer around the shrine hung in the air as he paced back and forth in front of the standing warrior.

Eight pairs of eyes followed Kravex Kerathos as he walked from one end of the line to the other, watching the bishop's every pause, every hesitation, fingers gripping the knife handle.

After a long time, one of the dream demons spoke up.

"My lord, fear is power, and our whole existence is based on a fear so terrifying that we can't name it, but our scattered cousins ​​are equally affected by this Driven by fear, even those who live in the dark city below."

"Oh?"

Hearing that, Krawix Kerathos stopped in the middle of the line, only three paces away from the eight deadly warriors who were looking for his moment of weakness.

He stood in front of the warrior who had spoken, staring straight at him, as if sizing up every weakness in his armor.

The dream demon just stood motionless, no one knew the expression under the helmet, and no one knew his ambitions.

But everyone knows that his ambition is to replace Klevex, after all, this is also the ambition of every dream demon.

Although the dream demons will not betray their employers, they also have a brutal competition mechanism within them. If they want to become high-ranking members, the newcomers must challenge the person who occupies their spy position and defeat it in a duel, but with other parts of Comoros Unlike, assassination is not allowed.

If the bishop of the shrine is killed in battle, the remaining dream demons will fight each other for the position of bishop to decide who is the next new bishop.

The strong live, the weak die, the corpses are burnt, and in the end, everything will be dedicated to the huge statue of Kane overlooking it all.

The statue of Kane in the shrine itself is carved from precious metals and strange stones collected in real space and network channels. Those who fail the promotion challenge will have their hearts cut out during the ceremony, and the still alive flesh will be thrown into the surrounding statue. in the Green Fire Ceremony Pit. (To be continued)