The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"Soshyan!"

After the shadows dissipated, Veronica was the first to cry out nervously, and the scene in front of her had already caused tears to start rolling in her eyes.

Suo Shiyang gasped for breath, his outstretched arm held the broken sword with only a small piece left, and only about 50-60% of the armor was left, and the blood pooled into a stream under his feet.

Behind him, Derazal, who was standing still, twitched his hands suddenly, retracted the blade, and touched his helmet.

A deep nick appeared on the right side of his helmet near the temple.

When De Lazare turned around, he heard a clatter, the armor on Soshyan's back and the power pack disintegrated directly, and a deep X-shaped wound also appeared on his back at the same time, and two objects also appeared from the back. The power pack that was cut open slipped out.

It was a mysterious cube and a black shard emitting a dim red light.

"Well--"

Suoshyang spurted a stream of blood from his mouth, and the sword in his hand slipped off. He only remembered the moment when the opponent avoided his sword, and even avoided the shooting of his two ring weapons, which was beyond the scope of biological response.

Although he was very unwilling, after doing his best, Soshyan still fell to his knees.

Derazal walked over silently, picked up the debris on the ground, and glanced at the cube.

The next second, he made a move that surprised everyone.

I saw that he raised his head, the demon helmet suddenly opened a pitch-black mouth, and then he threw the fragment directly into his mouth.

clap clap clap-

On the throne, Victor smiled and clapped.

"Brother De Lazare is indeed the No. 1 powerhouse in Comoros! Brother, I congratulate you here."

Veronica looked at Soshyan who was trying to stand up, but her face was already pale.

She knew that Soshyan used to have only one option left at times like this, but now—

[Hey, Soshyan, you can't beat it, this **** is weird, it is definitely not a spirit race, or it is not a mortal thing, there is a chaotic force entangled in it, no! That is a divine power! If you don't want to die, think of a way to withdraw first! 】

Hearing the screeching voice in the ring, Soshyang shook his head and murmured:

"Still early."

Hearing Soshyan's words, Derazal lowered his head slightly.

After a few seconds, it suddenly said:

"Indeed, it's still too early."

At this moment, a figure flashed by, and even Victor suddenly showed a surprised expression.

Occam grabbed the cube on the ground with great speed, then quickly rolled out of the distance that Derazal could attack, and then stood up.

"It's early!"

Occam snorted coldly, and the cube he picked up suddenly burst into green light.

The next second, an invisible impact swept through the entire temple, and even Delazare was rushed back a few steps.

Realizing that there were variables, Victor suddenly pointed at Soshyan and roared:

"Go! Kill him immediately!"

Seven or eight of the black-hearted conspiracy's most elite indulgences suddenly burst out from the shadow of the throne, and pointed their sharp blades at Soshyan, but Victor didn't realize that the impact just now also broke the shackles of Veronica.

Suddenly, a huge force erupted beside Victor, directly throwing the overlord out.

"Soshyan!"

Veronica, who broke free from the bondage, stood up and saw the killer approaching Soshyan, and drove her psychic energy to throw the Yangyang sword that fell on the ground towards the killer. This was an instinctive behavior, and she wanted to pierce it with this sword. One.

But the other party noticed something and immediately avoided it.

"it is good!"

The next second, Soshyan suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed the Eldar Sword that flew past him. He thought Veronica had brought him the weapon.

"Ah! Damn it! Don't—"

Veronica suddenly screamed, her face pale with fright.

Because she knows the history and function of this sword. It is a token of the Phoenix King's royal power. Only the Phoenix King who has been crowned by many ceremonies can pick up this sword. If he is not qualified, any life that touches the sword will Destroyed by Asuryan's holy fire.

Historically, if there was a dispute over royal power, such as the Everqueen being unable to choose a suitable husband from among the candidates, or the power struggle of all parties was unsuccessful, then the right to adjudicate would be handed over to Asuryan—in short, there is. If you are brave, try it. If you can withstand the test of the flame, then his power will be recognized.

Correspondingly, if the challenge fails, it will be reduced to ashes.

"what?"

Hearing Veronica's cry, Soshyan was stunned for a moment.

The next moment, the flames mixed with gold and blue instantly wrapped Suoshyang's whole body, turning him into a huge torch, which shocked the killers, and could only stare blankly.

Soshyan was even worse. His tired body was directly involved in the fire, and the terrifying scorching and stinging pain almost made him faint.

I don't know how long it took, but slowly and painfully, Soshyan opened his eyes again.

Shadows enveloped him, this feeling was rare and uncomfortable, and when he turned his head to look around, he found that he seemed to be in a stone room, the blue-gray walls were engraved with a lot of weird symbols and rings, and they were inside out. Shine brightly.

"I'm......"

With an uncomfortable hissing sound, Soshyan stood up from the icy floor and tried to piece together the memory.

But as the darkness stirred, Soshyan's thoughts were interrupted.

He heard the echoing footsteps and raised his head nervously.

The shadows in front of him gradually took shape, revealing a body of thick muscle lines and dark green skin that looked... like some kind of giant green beast in the shape of a human, but the physique was exaggerated, and each one was More than five meters, it moves like a mountain.

And the leader was two taller white individuals, who stared at him silently, with a pair of dim yellow eyes on their broad faces, only indifference, and the protruding fangs in their mouths almost poked their own noses.

Suddenly, a blue-gray stone sedan floated out from behind the stationary human-shaped beast.

Soshyan tried hard to look, but could only vaguely see a bloated silhouette sitting in the humming stone sedan curtain ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ seems to be leaning on a cane, slender arms like claws lazily Tap a sphere on the leg.

"you're awake."

The sound coming from the stone sedan chair was sticky, like some kind of amphibian. Soshyan stood up, and the other party stretched out his staff and poked his chest in the air, and then the staff went up, as if checking his face and limbs, then nodded.

"You're in good shape, you've gotten used to this form."

After the other party finished speaking, he fell into silence again, except for the occasional sound of thoughtful croaking.

"The virtual realm is becoming more and more unpredictable, and now you are just enough, and the time is not waiting for me."

After speaking, the stone sedan turned its head and floated back to the corridor, and the huge white and green guards on both sides also turned around at the same time.

Soshyan hesitated for a moment, a sense of uncertainty lingered in his chest, and then for some reason, he subconsciously opened his legs and followed the stone sedan chair.

Along the way, he couldn't stop scanning his surroundings, and found that his thought that there was darkness around him was wrong.

Confined starlight gleams in the line-like carvings on the walls, albeit faintly, as if its power was diverted to some hidden purpose, but on the edge of the faded rings and triangular piles, the faint starlight still shimmers , like the debris belt at the edge of a galaxy.

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