The Emperor’s Angel of Death

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"Soshyan, I didn't expect you to be a very good swordsman."

"Instructor Sol."

Seeing Sol walking step by step, Soshyan just nodded, then stretched out his hand to pick up the wet towel handed by the little angel on the side, and wiped his face.

In the past, he only had reverence and trust for Sol, but since he knew that he was actually one of those people, his attitude towards Sol became a bit complicated, which is why he didn't find Sol alone for so long after he came back .

If the other party has been acting from the beginning, then he really doesn't know how to face this ancient warrior who is also a teacher and a friend.

Sol smiled, then summoned the weapon rack and picked up two double swords.

"We haven't practiced together for a long time, have we?"

Soshyan nodded.

"Yes."

"Then, come once and see how far you have come."

Sol, like Soshyan, also did not wear armor, but only wore a brown training uniform, which made Soshyan hesitate.

As if seeing his thoughts, Sol smiled:

"Afraid of hurting me? Don't worry, I'm not as vulnerable as you think."

Before he finished speaking, his sword was like a winding snake, attacking Soshyan's neck.

Despite his surprise, Soshyan narrowly avoided the fatal blow at the last moment, before taking his great sword and ramming it towards Thor.

Sol avoided the blow with a very fast pace, and the two swords flashed twice, grabbing Soshyan's head as fast as quicksilver, forcing Soshyan to change the direction of his sword, blocking the attack. hit.

The next moment, he raised his arm violently, slapped Sol's sword away, and slammed it down.

Thor folded the blade above his head, blocking the downward strike, and slid to the side.

"Terrible power, Soshyan, it seems that skills don't mean much to you now."

Although Sol said it with a smile, his hand holding the sword was shaking slightly.

Soshyan raised the sword with its grid parallel to his face, staring at Thor.

"So do you want to continue?"

Sol laughed without saying a word, and rushed again, Soshyan took a stance, but the other party stretched out his left hand, and the sword stabbed from a strange angle, so he blocked to the right.

When he missed a hit, Sol spun frantically, stepped forward, and turned around again. The shining blades of both hands drew silver arcs, gradually forming a net of sword light.

At this moment, his swordsmanship is flawless, every movement is perfect, every posture is absolutely balanced, cutting, stabbing, parrying and counterattack are all pinched, the sword is like an extension of his flesh.

Soshyan took a defensive stance, stood firm, clenched the great sword in both hands, and blocked every blow from Sol with the thick blade.

Finally, he found the opportunity to spin the hilt in his hand, drawing a gleaming arc, and a heavy blow knocked Thor off balance.

When he took a step forward and was about to disarm his opponent with the hilt, Sol's right sword suddenly flew upward in an arc, pointing directly at Soshyan, so fast that he almost caught him off guard.

Soshyan quickly changed his posture, but the speed was not enough, and the tip of the sword slid across his shirt, making a hole in his clothes.

But what surprised him more was not this—

"Instructor Sol, you—"

At this time, Sol was shrouded in azure blue flames with a slight golden light, and even his eyes were burning, but his clothes were still intact, as if those flames were not real fires.

"Soshyan, if you think you can ignore everything with your current power, then you are wrong."

After all, he rushed up, his feet almost turned into streaks of light, and Suoshyang raised his sword to block, but he felt like he was greeted by a cannonball with every blow.

The opponent's strength has increased more than tenfold!

"This is......"

The stunned Soshyan stepped back again and again, feeling as if something had changed in Thor's body. Something deeply buried in the soul of the emperor's son swordsman was released at this moment, fully stretched, and reborn.

The next moment, the flames on Sol's body soared to the extreme, and then quickly converged, turning into a set of gorgeous black-purple power armor. The shoulder armor was carved into the shape of eagle wings, and the helmet was carved into the shape of an eagle's skull. , the badge on the chest is also a double-headed eagle with a skeleton left.

But for some reason, the process by which Thor conjured this armor was familiar to Soshyan.

"You have the power of Asuryan."

Sol whispered in Soshyan's ear, and he turned around, two double swords facing the door, so he attacked with swords, and then took a step back.

"You must know a lot."

Soshyan stared at each other and said solemnly:

"Instructor Sol, I still call you that, because you gave me a lot of guidance when I took over the battle group and I was confused and ignorant. Without you, I would not be where I am now. I even regard you as my mentor, but I don't want this to be just a hoax."

Thor stood five meters away from Soshyan, the dark eye sockets in the skull helmet as if staring at his soul.

Then, he made a sound of no sorrow and no joy.

"What if your whole life was a scam from start to finish."

"Then I will live according to my own will."

"But what if it's your mission to carry out this scam? You're an Astarte, shouldn't mission be everything in your life? Has your love overridden your vows and mission?"

Soshyan narrowed his eyes slightly, then suddenly raised his hand, pointing to the Sky Eagle emblem hanging high on the training ground.

"Then let the Emperor tell me personally! Is this deception really my mission!"

Sol shook his head, suddenly let go of his hand, his swords fell to the ground with two clangs, and then the armor on his body also dissipated like a cloud of smoke.

"Didn't you see her?"

Soshyang was slightly taken aback when he heard the words, and Sol then added:

"Confused."

"The Trickster...she really is—"

"At least she can represent."

Soshyan then inserted the sword into the floor and walked to Thor.

"Instructor Sol, are you...really Sol?"

Sol smiled and squeezed his face.

"It's not makeup, right? You haven't noticed any traces of psychic energy on me, and I must not be that powerful."

"I mean--"

Sol closed his eyes slightly and nodded.

"I said it the first time I saw you...Saul Tarvitz is dead, in the flames of Instevan."

At this moment, Soshyan seemed to see something through Sol's turbid twins like an old man.

It was more than 100 embarrassed and wounded warriors gathered in a dilapidated temple, wearing armor in different colors of the logo - the sons of Horus, the emperor's sons, and even a few lost souls who swallowed the world. By.

Sol stood silently in front of the team~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The purple paint on the armor had peeled off, and his face covered in mud looked extremely tired. By his side were the soldiers who died with him with honor.

Flashes of explosions bloomed in the distance, meteors pierced the dark clouds overhead, and bright stars were visible through the holes they ripped apart.

"Have we taught them a lesson, Captain?"

A soldier opened his mouth and asked:

"Does it all make sense?"

"Yes, we taught them a lesson they can't forget."

A bomb crashed into the palace, and the loyal warriors didn't fall to the ground or run for cover - it didn't make much sense.

Pillars of flame rose up from all over the palace, closing in on them inexorably.

everything is over--

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