The Emperor’s Angel of Death

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Soshyan Alexei --

Walking in the endless desert, a name came to his mind, he tried to focus and recall the face behind that name, but couldn't remember anything.

Shadows coiled under his feet, tentacle-like hands reaching out from his imagination, entwining his thoughts.

who I am?

A mocking whisper echoed in his mind

You are nothing.

A few shadows began to condense on the horizon, and Soshyan's mind had pictured them as demons claiming his soul, but it didn't take long for them to condense into trees.

Whether they were an oasis or a mirage, it didn't matter to him, he staggered forward, shuffling.

He tried to imagine a cool trickle down his throat to quench the flames burning in his heart.

But the laughter kept ringing in his ears, hysterical and full of mockery.

He glanced at his left hand, but didn't see the ring, his thoughts flickered, trying to focus on what was in front of him.

He walked on, but redemption and hope never seemed to come near.

"It's not real."

Soshyan said hoarsely, knowing that his brain was playing tricks on him

He continued walking, the world tilted before his eyes.

He heard the birds chirping, but he saw nothing, and he tried to understand what was going on.

Blood slid down from the sun, dyeing the desert a bright red before disappearing into the night.

The darkness obscured the shadows, but did not drive them away, the air became cold, and he stumbled, staring at the ground beneath his feet, until his stride made a splash.

Soshyan fell to his knees, reached out and scooped them into his mouth.

But it did nothing to quench his thirst...

The flames burning in his heart could not be quelled.

It was eating him, and there was nothing he could do.

Suddenly, a white dove landed on a branch around the oasis, and he looked up at the creature, puzzled.

"I'm Soshyan Alexei."

For some reason, he looked up to the bird and said seriously.

It uttered a screech, erasing those harsh jeers.

Soon, its cry became low and heavy.

Then it fluttered its wings and fell, Soshyan stretched out his hand, and the white dove shone in the palm of his hand, and finally turned into a delicate little porcelain cup.

Looking at this porcelain cup, Soshyan blinked and realized something——

On the edge of the black sun, the two star gods were scrambling, and it seemed that no skill was needed to reach their level of strength, and only the most primitive battle was left.

At first, none of them had the upper hand.

They tumbled in the void, tearing at each other, until the star **** wearing the shattered crown suddenly exerted force and threw the deceiver onto the wreckage of the black sun, then swooped forward, grabbed one of the other's arms, and ripped apart forcibly. down and tossed in the mouth.

The deceiver let out a terrifying howl, shocking the souls of all living beings. It struggled frantically to try to get out of the predicament, but the opponent's hand had already held its head, and then opened its mouth and bit it on its throat.

Like a beast, it ripped apart the deceiver's body piece by piece, ready to devour it.

Halfway through the meal, the nameless Star God suddenly raised his hair and let out a terrifying roar. The entire Comoros spire was instantly wiped out in half, and the surging energy rolled over its body.

Suddenly, a small flash of light flew out of its chest, followed by a golden light that turned into countless chains and bound it to the Star God.

The few remaining Fragments of the Fraudster also suddenly counterattacked at this time, and the remnants slammed toward the Nameless Star God, and then shrank sharply, bursting with a strong light that briefly blinded all the residents of Comoros.

In a silent explosion, the black sun of Comoros was completely torn apart—

At this time in the Port of Lost Souls in Comoros, there are abandoned lives everywhere.

The Witch and the Howling Banshees launched a charge together, ramming the most elite Death Guard warriors, and even the Phoenix Eldar Jain Zaar threw himself into the fierce battle, her spears and boomerangs mercilessly stabbing Wear rotting flesh and rusted armor.

On the battlefield, she was like a whirlwind of death, sweeping away everything around her with her weapon, splitting her limbs, piercing her head, and digging out her internal organs, fighting with the ruthlessness and madness of a killer.

There were already many Plague Warriors lying at her feet, and she could not count how many he had killed under the relentless attack of the enemy.

But the Death Guard have thrust war machines into the field, withering engines and plague creepers equipped with virus ejectors, cannonballs mixed with virus fluid shoot out of their holes, green poisonous fires Roast the flesh of the living and kill them.

In response, waves of darts and pulse cannons swept through the Death Guard's ranks, knocking down warrior after warrior.

Neither side gave in, nor did they relent.

until a shadow falls.

"finally come!"

It was a shadow that overwhelmed everyone, and when it appeared, the rotten poisonous flies swarmed.

Cloud-like swarms of poisonous flies flew to the battlefield, burrowing into the nostrils and eyes of the Eldar, into their mouths and throats, blinding them, tearing at their skin and dragging them to the ground.

The air began to hum, and a dozen of the deadliest viruses reveled in the bodies of the living. All Eldar's vision became dim and narrow, and some even knelt on the ground and vomited bile.

Only Jan Zare stared at the slowly descending being in the sky.

On this towering body, a pair of wet insect wings flapped feebly, and a rotten robe fluttered apart in the wind, revealing the heavily armored body and the many scroll ornaments and poison jars hanging on it.

For a split second, she even thought of him as a dead person, but as she saw his face hidden in the depths of the cloak, those sharp and powerful yellowish eyes, she realized that this was an incomparably powerful soul.

There was an old respirator on the scarred face, and every breath brought a faint yellowish gas.

Death Guard Primarch, Lord of Death, Mortarion, come!

"Oh, a **** feast, a **** feast~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Where shall we start?"

"Mortarion, you don't want to touch her with a finger."

"Phoenix Lord Jan Zare, in my opinion, you are a complete idiot. Why do you think you can stop me from carrying out the will of my loving father?"

"By this!"

Jan Zaal cheered up, waved his boomerang, and drew a cruel arc at Mortarion's head.

The high-speed boomerang whizzed through the air, creating an afterimage, until the edge of the blade was less than three inches from Mortarion's throat, and the Lord of Death wriggled.

But Mortarion didn't step back, just shook his body, watching the boomerang pass less than a finger's width in front of him, his laughter unwavering.