The Emperor’s Angel of Death

　　 "You shouldn't be here, it's not because this is my privacy, I don't care about it, Sai."

　　 "Why then?"

"You know why."

　　 The melancholic and thin giant giggled, and the voice sounded no different from a lizard choked by the sand.

"In just one night, you let your decades of hard work that suppressed your talents, and your psychic energy can no longer be suppressed, I can see... I haven't been able to do it for several years, but now I can see through you. There is no barrier."

　　 "I'm not interested in knowing."

　　 "No, you have, everyone has."

　　 "I asked you not to tell me, my lord, please abide by the agreement between the two of us."

"I do not want."

　　 The gloomy man gave him a dry smile again, as if a wind was blowing in the graveyard.

　　 "You will die in battle."

　　 "This did not surprise me, Lord, I don't want to know the details."

　　 Suddenly, the smile on the man's face disappeared, his face became sad, his eyes even shed tears.

　　 The crystal clear liquid ran across the pale skin, and it shattered on the ground after it condensed into a jewel-like crystal on the chin.

　　 The sad divine child's lips squirmed for a moment and made a faint sound.

　　 "Game, you must remember..."

　　 The soft light was filtered by the lampshade and shot into his eyes.

　　 The first thing he saw was the same as he thought about it last. Sol, without a helmet, was standing in front of him.

"I……"

　　 He tried to speak, but his voice was like a file rubbing in a speaker.

　　Although there is a chain that binds his throat to keep him from falling too far, Savita finds himself tied to the commanding throne, chattering around him, and mechanical roars approaching him.

　　 "I'm not in my room."

　　 He has never stayed anywhere else when he wakes up from sleep, let alone found himself standing on the bridge of the battleship.

　　 When he wanted to stand up, the chains creaked on his throat, wrists, and ankles, and there was no doubt that Thor tied him to the throne.

　　 Obviously, they have a lot to say.

　　 Whispers such as "He is awake" came round and round from the mortal group. From his seat in the high platform in the center of the bridge, Soshyan could see that they had suspended their assigned duties, and faces turned towards him.

　　 Their eyes gleamed with surprise.

　　 "Return in time."

　　 Thor said, there was no joy in his curious and soft voice.

　　 "How long did I sleep."

　　 Although he was tied up, at least there was a smile in his words.

　　 "Two days and two nights."

　　 Sol replied:

　　 "What did you dream of?"

　　 "I can hardly remember anything."

　　 Saivita looked out of the battleship's porthole. In that oval-screen world, time flies extremely slowly.

　　 "Where are we?"

　　 Thor cast his pale gaze on the mortals who stopped working again, which was enough to make them all bow their heads and start working again, and Lothar remained silent at his post.

　　 "Valedo, on mission."

　　 Saivita screamed, and then tightened the chain again, as if to get some explanation.

"Oh, right."

　　 Thor said, drew his sword and gestured several times on Savita, then one after another, the metal restraints hung down.

　　 "Why am I locked?"

　　 "To prevent you from harming yourself or others."

　　 "Why am I locked here, on the bridge?"

　　 Thor and Lothar glanced at each other, their armors looked at each other due to some unknown emotion.

　　 "In the beginning you were staying in your own room, but..."

　　 "But?"

　　 "You broke out and killed a few servants. I looked for you on the lower deck for a whole day."

　　 Saivita tried to stand up, Lothar tried to fix him on the seat with a stare, but the crow prince turned a blind eye.

　　 "That's a pity, I don't remember my sleepwalking problem."

　　 Said, Saivita began to call Anita in another language.

　　 "What he said is true, Yago, you are sleepwalking, just like... back then."

　　 "I have never sleepwalked."

　　 "When you were sleepwalking, I penetrated into your brain. Your psionic talents are more active than ever before, and I also saw the one he left in your brain..."

"All right."

　　 After interrupting the teleportation with Anita, Savita said to Sol:

　　 "So just killing a few servants, you are a little unhappy with me?"

　　 "Not this time."

　　 Thor shook his head.

　　 "I'm just worried that you will cause more serious damage, otherwise I don't mind how long you sleep."

　　 "But you still found a way to wake me up."

　　 The crow prince walked past him, holding on to the handrail of the central podium, looking at the gray world hanging in the void.

　　 "What tricky things have you encountered? Did the evil devil kill the ship? Or did the commander of the Eleventh Legion have trouble on the ground?"

"neither."

　　 Saivita tried not to reveal his impatience.

　　 "Then let's be straightforward."

　　 "Anita found that a fleet was approaching here, belonging to a certain Astarte Order."

"Oh?"

　　 Saivita raised her eyebrows and joked:

　　 "Then do I have to find a mouse hole to hide first?"

"Do not."

　　 Thor shook his head.

　　 "Do you remember the thing that Brother Said gave us."

"of course."

　　 "The name of this battle group is called Soul Drinker."

　　 Saivita took a breath.

　　 "Such a coincidence?"

　　 But then he seemed to think of another question.

　　 "That guy doesn't seem to know yet."

　　 "So let this ‘accidental’ continue."

　　 was talking~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The officer of the complex scanning array on the bridge suddenly said loudly:

　　 "The subspace anchor point has abnormal fluctuations!"

The Soul Messenger interrupted the short submarine voyage in the vortex. She is a battle barge. More weapons were installed on the basis of the heavy cruiser, and the armor plate superimposed on the subspace engine group changed the whole ship. Into a behemoth.

However, the pragmatism-oriented style is quite suitable for those residents who use fine gold and cold iron decks as their homes. Ever since she was used as the flagship of the Soul Drinker Wars, she has been faithfully fulfilling her duties-with the emperor. The enemy is at war.

　　 A small group of almost neglected small frigates clings to her flanks,

　　 The frantic colors bloomed and twisted when the subspace rift opened, and the tumbling nebula gave birth to clusters of light, which almost disappeared at the moment of forming a certain existence.

　　The storm emerged, and the primitive intelligence condensed by strong emotions entangled in it, waiting for the opportunity to feast, eager to peel the soul from the flesh and blood of mortals.

　　 But because of Geller's position, they have never been able to succeed.

　　 Finally, under the squeeze of reality, the huge mouth of the subspace slowly closed again.

　　 "Communication has been established!"

　　 At this time, the liaison officer for complex communications also yelled.

　　 "Connected."

　　 Thor walked to the command throne on the bridge and picked up the communication microphone.

　　 "I am Thor, the instructor of the Astral Knights, please answer."

　　 Soon, in a disturbance of white noise, another voice echoed on the bridge.

　　 "Salute to you, brother fighting, I am the captain of the Soul Drinker League, Gorge, and I am responding to the call of the Inquisition Court!"