The Emperor’s Angel of Death

The Great Grandmaster of Haemophilus took a sip of the brown liquid, put down the teacup, and said with a smile:

"Why are you free to come to me today? Is there any technology or invention that you want to teach me?"

"Oh, no, I'm here to report something more important to you this time."

Beartram stood up quickly, the other party just glanced at him calmly, and then sighed:

"Biltram, I told you before you left, for us, there must be an ultimate pursuit in life, and when you determine this pursuit, don't be delayed by those boring political games and flies. Energy, that will stagnate your technology and make your life incredibly unsuccessful and uninteresting.”

To a certain extent, although the Haemonics are fresh and refined, they are essentially political animals, at least in their own small circles.

Urian Lacarte, a purely dedicated "scholar", has also been trying to persuade his students not to get involved in political struggles, but to little effect.

"Student... ashamed."

The Haemophile Grandmaster waved his hand.

"Forget it, you are also a teacher. What you should do is your own decision. Why did you come to me today?"

"Grandmaster, a lot has happened in Comoros recently—"

Before he could finish speaking, Urian shook his head with a smile, interrupting the other party.

"You're not the first to come to me, you all know that I'm used to being quiet and don't want to make trouble in your Vanity Fair, and now you always come to tell me about the Eternal Queen, alas... ....when I look at the little beings, I only fill with disgust, they just live their lives with the flow, monotonous, meaningless, how many generations have these boring people passed by in my lifetime?"

"Grandmaster, I didn't come here for this."

"Um?"

Then, the master of the Haemophile Association brought the recent serial assassination incidents to the fore.

The more he heard the back, the more grotesque the smile on Urian's face, and by the end he was almost grinning.

"Interesting, interesting, and for the first time in so many years, such an interesting thing has happened."

As he spoke, he stood up and his smile disappeared.

"But should I say that you are incompetent, or that person is powerful?"

Although Urian's tone was still gentle, Beartram was so frightened that he hurriedly knelt on the ground.

"It's the disciples who are incompetent-"

Urian ignored him, but took a few steps back and forth and whispered to himself:

"It's possible for Mandela to be able to do such a thing, but the traces of their actions are actually very obvious, Dream Demon? No reason, other race? What race can do this? A certain Phoenix Lord? Not quite, And there is also no reason, maybe it's an ape....Impossible."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and kicked the **** of the disciple who was kneeling on the ground.

"Get up."

"Yes Yes."

"And then, are you here to report the funeral?"

"No, teacher, I found a group of suspicious guys, maybe they have something to do with this."

"What a dubious law."

"Three apes, one Ork, one Hrud, three Tau, and...and one I don't know what, but I was killed by him once, very fast Quick, very similar to the method of this assassination murderer!"

"Oh? This combination..."

Urian blinked and smiled:

"When did our Comoros become a resort, and there are still such tour groups."

"Uh...I checked their entry records, and it's the past few days, which just coincides with the time of the incident."

With that said, Beartram's other two arms took out a jar full of green slime, with some tissue floating in it.

"This is the record they left behind when they fought."

Urian took the jar but did not rush to check it, but weighed it and continued:

"Why don't you just arrest it, it's easier."

Beartram hesitated for a moment, then explained softly:

"What the disciples think about is to put a long line and see if they can catch the big fish behind them."

The Haemophile Grandmaster sneered disdainfully.

"Your brain is still the same as before, you've already caught the grass and startled the snake? What are you talking about catching big fish? If there is a big fish, you must have already sensed it. I don't think you have the confidence to take down that group of things, or say you once Will you kill that guy once?"

"This--"

Urian is not embarrassing the other party, but stretches out the fingers of his right hand, and a thorn sticks out of the fingertips, directly stabbing into a groove on the top of the jar.

Soon, a huge amount of information flooded into his brain.

After ten seconds, he put the jar on the table.

"This kind of action speed is definitely not an ape. Maybe the Astartes of the ape can do it, but it's also difficult... Interesting, how do you know he's not an ape?"

"Life energy field, although his life energy field is very close to ape and monkey, it can even be said to be exactly the same, but there are still some subtle differences, and my eyes have been transformed by soul turbulence, but I can't see his soul clearly in different situations. fluctuating traces.”

After hearing this, Urian paced back and forth with his hands behind his back and his head slightly raised.

After half a minute, he stopped.

"I guess...it might not even be a living thing."

"Ah, this—but he does have life energy."

"This can be disguised, or he is just a living creature physically, speaking of which... I am familiar with this method, it seems that there is such a thing that likes to do this kind of nasty things, but... ..."

The Great Grandmaster of the Haemophiles thought for a moment~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and finally did not come to any conclusion, and then he looked at his disciple.

"Okay, I already know about this."

Knowing that the other party was issuing an expulsion order, Beartram bowed again.

"It bothers the teacher."

But his words didn't end there.

"However... the students still want to ask the teacher, what do you think of the daughter of Yin Sha? Victor wants to become the Phoenix King, and power has made him obsessed and indulged, but everyone with eyes will see it. No one in Comoros wants him to become the Phoenix King. Now the lackeys of the **** of plague are still pressing forward, Victor's fleet has been defeated, and what will happen next is difficult for everyone to predict... .."

Urian frowned slightly, turned silently back to the chair, and picked up the teacup.

After about a minute, he spoke slowly.

"What Eternal Queen... When I was still serving as a royal physician in the Eternal Royal Court, I witnessed all kinds of filthy things that happened in the filthy royal court. Do you think there is no responsibility for the great fall of the Eternal Royal Court? Why would anyone Do you think that the spirits can be revived by going back to the old way? The stars also die, and the universe also ends. How can a race be immortal? Ah, there are indeed races that seem to have tried, so they used to be called the fear of death, now they are called Necrons."

"But......"

"There's nothing wrong with this, we can't control this matter, I'll tell you again, and it's the last time, this is a game of gods, and the mortal body can't control the ending. Forcibly intervening will only make oneself disturbed in the vortex. It has to be fragmented, so... see, just look at the results."

Knowing that he would never get an answer again, Beartram bowed his head deeply.

"The disciple knows."