The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"...The result is just as I expected. You have been able to disperse your power, and you should be able to take it back. All the lives that receive your power can become puppets with one of your thoughts, but fortunately, my true consciousness It is not stored in this body, it is just a puppet, you just have the highest right to use it."

Everything Amnak described sounded quite complicated, but after thinking about it for a moment, Suoshyan suddenly felt a little creepy, and whispered:

"Those fighters who have been transplanted with gray marrow..."

Amnak chuckled and said meaningfully:

"You can take their consciousness and life away in a single thought."

"Xerxes...why make such a thing."

"Perhaps, he didn't prepare this for himself? Or, is he himself just a test subject?"

Realizing that the other party meant something else, Soshyan narrowed his eyes, then leaned back.

"What do you want to say, you might as well say it clearly."

Amnak stepped forward, and a suppressed voice came from under the helmet.

"Think about it, what a terrifying power this is, you will become a strong person in the two levels of the subspace and the physical universe, and even... gods! After my plan failed, I was almost desperate, But in you, I see hope, my master, step on the ladder of God, and I will follow you! Give up the shackles that bind your heart, give up those meaningless loyalties, and live for yourself like me, You will become the true king of gods, and together with your wife and servants, you will rule the world of gods and mortal worlds!"

Suoshyan looked at the other party coldly, and suddenly laughed after a few seconds.

"Amnak, I found out. You can't say anything about your other skills, but daydreaming is definitely the first class. You see, we are on the battlefield now, surrounded by enemies, and the entire army may be wiped out at any time. Then You are asking me if I want to become a god."

Amnak was taken aback for a moment, then laughed.

"You really regard Huron as an opponent?"

He shook his head, then turned and walked towards the bridge gate.

"I'll go directly to the teleportation room and ask that astropath named Anya to help me."

Suoshyan looked at the back of the other party, his thoughts were tumbling, and the expression on his face gradually disappeared.

He sighed softly, and leaned heavily on the commanding throne, then leaned to the right, with his elbow resting on the armrest of the throne, his right hand resting on his forehead, his palms covering his eyes, and hiding his face in a shadow.

"Soshyan, Soshyan, remember, you are just Soshyan, nothing else..."

After talking to himself, he calmed down and said everything after the expedition was over. Then he put down his hands and sat upright, turning his gaze to the tactical display.

After discovering that there was a fleet approaching, two strike cruisers immediately turned their bows to try to intercept them, but the speed of those ships was extremely fast, and two of them had been completely shaped by the forces of the subspace, with metal and hollow flesh protruding from the hull. The huge wings formed, the tumbling tendrils surrounded by iridescent matter sprouted on the hull and the rear deck, each tendril was hundreds of meters long, the docking bay resembled the fleshy jaws of insect-catching plants, or the maws of fang-covered beasts, Its battery looks more like the stinger of some deadly insect.

These demon ships can interfere with the targeting equipment of surrounding warships, and at the same time release a hypnotic sound that can easily make the crew fall into a coma or sleep after entering the ship through the communicator.

Only one still maintains a relatively normal form, and it has a noble name——

crown number.

The bridge of the Crown roared under the artillery fire of the Imperial fleet, its plasma heart rumbling, and the soft whispers of its crew, each of them a fat aberration with its head concealed in a featureless hard plastic helmet Underneath, with grotesque symbols etched on them, helmets riveted to jagged girdles to protect their necks, their swollen torsos wearing nothing but oil and scar tissue, bowed legs hidden in picked and Come under the rags.

At this moment, the command deck is the closest to true silence. Everything on the bridge is wrapped in greasy sebum, messy flesh and blood are attached to the wall, blood vessels are throbbing with oil and electric current, bundles of cables are like silent snakes Squirming in the fetid air from the vents, jagged figures leaned against the walls and decks, their bare skin intertwined with the soft tissue that clung to the walls.

Lucius had stood on the bridge for several hours, gazing at the battlefield hovering outside the observation port, his gauntlet tightly gripping the hilt of the Rall's sword hanging on his waist.

After a while, the champion of Slaanesh withdrew his gaze, turned around and looked at the huge seat in the center of the podium next to him and asked.

"If I don't come back in an hour, you and the players leave immediately."

A girl in a black gothic dress stood on her gorgeous throne. She looked very young, maybe even less than Lucius' knees. A pair of golden and black eyes radiated from a white porcelain angel face. With a strange charm, it seems that Chuxue's skin reflects the light of the tactical stereo projection, only a few purple branches are faintly visible under the skin.

She used to smile a lot, but now she's just worried.

"Lucius, this is not a game you should be involved in, leave the maelstrom."

A strange smile appeared on the face of the Immortal who was full of scars, and then he said in a soft tone like talking to himself:

"Curiosity is the original sin of human beings. During this time, I have been investigating and collecting everything about the star knights. Although I seem to have found nothing, just those clues have made me deeply involved. There must be a secret hidden in it." A huge secret... and someone who was, or was almost killed by me, is probably hiding in it, I am not a smart person, but I have a pair of sharp enough eyes."

He then looked at the demon hiding under the girl's skin.

"Kleon, what are you running away from? What are you hiding from me?"

The demon returned silence.

After several minutes, until the performer came, she said softly:

"This is not your game, Lucius, it's beyond your level of comprehension... I don't know anything, I can't say anything, but you'll be crushed if you step into it, come on, Lucius, go after your perfection, don't get involved in this game and dispute."

"Is it Kleon you talking to me, or... the other one wants to talk to me?"

Lucius smiled and shook his head.

"This game, I really have to play it. If this is the end of my life, it doesn't seem so bad."

The player glanced at Lucius, then whispered:

"The landing craft are ready."

Lucius nodded, turned around and was about to leave, the player immediately said:

"Owner-"

Lucius stopped and looked at him, and the player bowed his head.

"Inspiration doesn't exist outside of your body, the real truth is inside of you, always there, and to find it, you have to cut through everything, cutting deeper and deeper, until you reach the bottom, and once there is nothing left, there is nothing left There is only the truth, and this is what happened to you, Immortal, and you are about to discover the real truth."

Lucius sneered.

"You've already said it once, prepare for your ceremony. I really don't have the confidence to walk in front of Soshyan just relying on the more than two hundred people recruited from the Red Pirates."

"Owner!"

A sticky and slightly nervous voice sounded, UU reading www.uukanshu. com from the slave who manipulated the auspicious instrument.

"Teleportation beam detected, from the opponent's flagship! The target is the Poppy!"

"Um?"

Lucius frowned. Although the Poppy didn't activate the void shield because it wanted to use interference, but using the teleportation beam at this distance, is the other party going to commit suicide?

"Intercept it."

"Above the Prince of Darkness! An emergency signal from the Poppy! The enemy has entered the ship!"

"quantity."

Lucius asked calmly, the success rate of this kind of long-distance teleportation is less than 10%, and there are not many people from the other party.

"One... one."

"What!?"