The Emperor’s Angel of Death

　　 Finally, as the purification of the Unbound Soul is completed, the machine must be dealt with.

　　 "Team commander, your... ability must have an effect on it, so I suggest you destroy it directly."

　　 After a moment of silence, the priest offered his opinion.

　　 "It's still very useful."

　　 Suddenly, a lazy voice sounded from behind the two of them.

　　 Soshyang looked back and found that it was Saivita.

　　 "Boy, think about it, the function of this thing, with it, your fleet will be all right in the subspace."

Indeed, Savita is right. The capabilities of this machine are quite powerful for a fleet. This is equivalent to others saying that when you are blind and sailing in the subspace, you have your eyes open and you know that there is something nearby. Who is going.

　　 "Think about it. It's just a tool. A tool is not good or bad. It just depends on the person who uses it."

　　 "We must never use the power of the devil."

　　 Yazdan immediately refuted these words.

　　 "This is Astarte's bottom line."

　　 "Ha, this is not the bottom line. This is called rigidity. If you know what power the loyalists in your mouth have used back then, you will definitely not say that."

"All right."

　　 Soshyang interrupted the argument between the two of them. He stepped forward, pulled off the chain on the door, and pushed it away forcefully.

　　 The huge machine stood gloomily in front of him, like a creeping behemoth, on which there were still bloodstains and profanity.

　　As the door was pushed open, a small whisper began to echo in everyone's eardrums.

　　 "The former captain told me at the last moment."

　　 He slowly pulled out the Sacred Yan sword at his waist, his face gradually turning pale.

　　 Those whispers gradually turned into curses and screams.

　　 "There is a boundary between use and collusion."

　　 With a click, the Sacred Yan sword sank deeply into the machine, and those curses and roars turned into wailing and continued to weaken.

　　 Soshyang twisted the sword abruptly, then pulled it out, and suddenly a lot of dark purple liquid overflowed from the crack, like a bleeding wound.

　　 With every breath he takes, the power of the gray marrow is increasing. He put his hands into the gap and submerged the liquid, seeming to want to choke something.

　　Slowly, the liquid froze, and then began to drift away like dust.

　　 "This is my answer."

　　 Saivita looked at him, did not speak but took a sip on the ground, then turned and walked out of the warehouse.

　　As he left the warehouse gate, he met Sol, who was leaning on the edge of the door with his arms folded.

　　 "So I won."

　　 Seeing Sol's victory smile, Saivita cursed, and then strode out.

　　 "One of them is a dead brain, what the Eleventh Legion I think you are the cubs of Don..."

　　 Thor smiled and shook his head and walked into the warehouse. At this time, Soshyan was also walking out, and the two hit him.

　　 "Instructor Thor?"

　　 "Just right."

　　 Thor took out a data board and handed it to Soshyan.

　　 "This is the message from the Ascetic Group half an hour ago, look at it."

　　 Soshyang took over the data board and spent two minutes scanning the contents, his brows immediately squeezed.

　　 "Serious riots broke out in Valledo? Several regiments sent to suppress them lost contact? Suspected signs of chaotic activity. The signer is... Inquisitor Marcus Ognis Lucrez."

　　 He put down the data board in his hand and said worriedly:

　　 "Something happened to Valledo."

　　916.M41, 9th Diocese of Valedo, 4337 Infantry Regiment Line of Defense

　　 Havel is a dying man covered in blood.

　　 He ran desperately, trying his best to drive his tired legs.

　　 His lungs are burning because of inhaling too much exhaust gas, but he can't take care of that much anymore.

　　 He ran wildly along the track line, and behind him came the sound of laser cutting machine and incinerator. The punching machine stumbling and repeating the exact same work. The crane kept moving carriages of different specifications around.

　　 This was originally a station that was still operating half an hour ago, until those people showed up...

　　 The roaring machine kept sucking dust into the air, making it almost difficult for Havel to open his eyes.

　　 Everything exudes the smell of burning and death, and it tastes the same.

　　 It could also be the smell of Movi's blood splashing into his mouth. He retched desperately, but still couldn't vomit anything.

　　 The cracked face of the comrade-in-arms, the splash of plasma still can't dissipate in his mind, and the last shouts of his life are constantly echoing in his mind.

　　 "Shoot, you idiot! Shoot!"

　　 Havel heard the sound coming from behind, the cultists, they laughed wildly, and they tapped the train car with their weapons in a strange rhythm.

Those evil cursed scimitars and ritual daggers killed most of the people in Havel Company. The cultists slowly opened their bodies and enjoyed their screams, while laughing wildly and smearing blood on them. On the body.

　　 This made Javier hiding in hiding so disgusting, but he still couldn't shoot.

　　 The line of defense is about to fall, and everything is over!

　　 Click, click, click——

　　 There are sounds like this everywhere, it sounds so close.

　　 The throne is on, he doesn't want to die like that, he was tortured to death by being cut open by a dagger!

　　 In other words, he didn't want to die at all, whether it was dying gloriously or dying miserably like everyone else.

　　 He wants to live.

　　 Havel started running again~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He tasted other flavors in his mouth, mixed with the smell of dust and blood.

　　 This is a bit salty, tears rolled into the dust on his face and slipped into his mouth.

　　 "Come back, poor soldier!"

　　 The cultists behind him yelled arrogantly. Not long ago, they were the most pious followers of the emperor.

　　 "We are not over yet!"

　　 The sound passed through the gap between the machines into Havel's ears, and he walked through the car, trying to avoid it.

　　 The unconscious machine servants still lowered their heads to repeat their work, and did not notice the Havel running by, most of them had been knocked down or dismembered.

　　 It's not that Havel never thought of counterattack, but he couldn't kill anything, he couldn't even pull the trigger.

　　 He can't save his colleague Mo Wei, can't save his comrades, can't save anyone.

　　 He almost ran to the end of the station. The front of the last train was lying on the rails, like a giant beast in the smoke. It was still but terrifying.

　　 He can hide under it, if he can run over.

　　 But Javier could not do it.

　　 His eyes were full of exhaust gas, dust and their blood. He stumbled towards the target, but hit something in the shadow and fell to the ground. The strange thing was that the collision did not make him feel pain.

　　 "Yo, kid, you seem to be lost."

　　 But he quickly yelled out desperately because he ran into something worse, something that once kept him awake all night—

　　 A cultist covered in blood was looking down at him with crazy eyes.