The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Staggering for dozens of steps, the Necron, cloaked in white and adorned with gold and silver, indicating a high status, knelt before an abruptly appearing stone wall just before almost collapsing. The stone wall's existence was incongruous with its surroundings, like a tumor grown on the rocks, its black material exuding an unsettling atmosphere.

Afterward, the Necron extended a trembling hand, using his fingers to draw bizarre symbols on the stone wall. Sorshen saw him hiss and cry at times, appearing agitated.

Behind him stood a group of men, women, and children dressed in golden attire and wielding curved swords and sharp blades. When they looked at the old man on the ground, some had pity in their eyes, some scorn, and some disgust, but they all concealed it well.

Perhaps they were all waiting for this old geezer to breathe his last breath here.

However, just as these Necrons were waiting for the dying old man to make his final struggle, everything suddenly changed.

Even Sorshen could feel it. The desert, which had been so quiet that he could hear his own heartbeat, suddenly trembled.

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The white sand raged and surged, roaring with terrifying noises like a swarm of hungry insects. The Necron elder suddenly raised his head and let out a satisfied laugh, then chanted even louder.

Some Necrons began to fear and wanted to escape, but every time they struggled to stand firm, the flowing white sand would knock them down.

This inexplicable anomaly also left Sorshen's mind blank, like the pale world.

The white sand, as if imbued with life, scattered in a mysterious pattern, as if welcoming the arrival of a deity.

Suddenly, all the Necrons pointed to the sky in terror.

The black mountains suddenly cracked open, revealing a huge stone statue slowly rising from the bottom. It was an image Sorshen had never seen before: a slender torso, bizarre nine arms with extraordinarily long fingers, and a lower body consisting of countless liquid-like writhing tentacles. It was so lifelike that it seemed as if it would wrap around him in the next moment. The head, covered in layers of armored black rock, was indescribable, its deformed appearance a blasphemy against life.

While all the Necrons fell to the ground in terror, the old man remained ecstatic, shouting wildly.

Finally, when the ten-thousand-meter-high statue stood on the black mountains, just standing there made Sorshen feel cold in the scorching sun.

Just as he didn't know what was going to happen, chunks of the outer pitch-black plaster-like substance began to peel off the statue, revealing the unsettling existence within. Light and energy covered the object's entire body in a chaotic manner. The laws of physics themselves seemed to be constrained within it, and the end was endless darkness. Space and time had lost their meaning. It could not be understood, and just a glance was enough to drive one mad.

Sorshen slightly opened his mouth, shocked by this incredible existence, when it suddenly moved.

Or rather, it seemed to move.

Sorshen barely realized how it had come overhead. Then, its lower body extended countless tentacles, wrapping around the waists of the screaming, fleeing Necrons.

The constricted waists began to elongate, and the parts of the Necrons that were wrapped gradually loosened and fell off, turning into wisps of white sand and falling to the ground, joining the embrace of their predecessors.

Finally, at this moment, Sorshen realized where the 'bone sand' of this endless sea of sand came from—

The Necrons tried everything to escape. They tried to activate their machinery, but to no avail. In the face of such great power, their actions didn't even count as struggles.

In just a few breaths, Sorshen was left with only white sand and scattered objects, as well as stagnant machinery. And the old man was still kneeling on the ground, chanting ecstatically—

It was he who brought everyone here, and it was he who sacrificed them.

Then, he raised his arms, looked up, and strained his neck, seemingly trying to make one last shout.

This time, Sorshen heard it.

He heard a rumble like a distant, giant drumbeat, so he raised his head.

Looking at the cloudless sky, Sorshen's eyes slowly widened. Between the two dazzling suns, something was slowly 'rising' and gradually blocking the sunlight.

It was a head, or perhaps it might be a head. It seemed like a giant examining a crystal ball placed on a table, looking down at the tiny creatures in the sphere from an unknown number of meters in the sky, or rather, in space. It had no facial features, only frantically brilliant colors and a slowly rotating vortex. Above its head, one could vaguely see a string of energy auras, like a broken crown.

Although the two might be separated by an unknown distance, Sorshen could feel it watching him, scrutinizing him, and evaluating him—

Even the echoes in his memory made Sorshen feel his sanity being violently hammered by an invisible hammer. If he were to truly face it, he feared that he wouldn't be able to withstand it for long before losing his mind.

Is this the complete Star God?

With a 'pop,' everything disappeared and shattered.

Sorshen stood in a dark hall, which seemed to have a strong Necron style. At the end, on a small pyramid, a figure was perched, shrouded in shadows, seemingly watching Sorshen.

After a long time, a deep and disgusted voice echoed between the dark pillars.

"Who sent you here?"

Sorshen chuckled and shook his head, asking in return:

"Then who sent you here?"

These words seemed to enrage the other party. With a loud bang, the surrounding huge pillars collapsed and melted, and the ground paved with a large amount of black rock turned into a web full of cracks. Purple, red, blue, and green glows burst out from the cracks, and screaming winds began to sweep through, while darkness gave way to mad colors.

At the top of the small pyramid, a huge demon was glaring fiercely at Sorshen, one hand holding a twisted, bladed staff, and the other constantly grasping at the ground. Scythe-like claws grew at the end of a scaled and muscular arm, covered from top to bottom with curved spikes.

Its head was triangular, and multiple twisted horns outlined a head with a huge mouth. Its eyes were blindly devoid of light but filled with terrifying darkness. Its torso was covered with eyes, and its wings fluttered threateningly.

"Sorshen! You are just a husk of the Void, not qualified to show off in front of me!!!"

Sorshen just chuckled, ignoring the darting energy, the demons crawling out of the ground cracks, and Mardel's roar, and walked towards the other party step by step.

"You, you—"

Mardel looked at the approaching figure, visibly flustered, but he had no way out.

Finally, when Sorshen jumped to the pyramid hundreds of meters above, Mardel had retreated to the edge, pointing his staff at him.

"What do you want to do!"

Sorshen just pointed to the ground.

"First, the proper etiquette in front of your master, kneel."