The Emperor’s Angel of Death

　　 Soshyang strode forward against the rain of bullets, his deflection position shining in the gloomy dim light.

　　 When he came to the rock, he raised his arms and slammed his fist against the rock.

　　 A lightning-like blue and white light burst out, and the huge rock disappeared in a thunderous explosion.

　　 Soshyang rushed into it first, which was the honor he deserved.

The inside of 　　 was pitch black, and the fire from the muzzle of the explosive gun and the spark from the cable that was torn off during the fierce battle provided the only lighting.

　　The enhanced senses allowed Soshyang’s vision to penetrate the darkness, warm air gushing from the broken entrance, white steam rolling around him, and he saw the enemy for the first time.

　　 They were wearing gray-green armor and armed with an imperial standard laser rifle. The armor plate on their chest was inlaid with purple blasphemous patterns, symbolizing that they had deviated from the imperial way.

　　 Their faces are also covered by the mask, with only one red slit in the position of the eye.

　　 One hundred such fighters huddled in a domed hall, hiding behind broken machinery and furniture.

　　 The soldiers in armor formed a solid line of defense and opened fire immediately after the star warrior emerged from the tunnel.

　　 A red laser shot from the line of defense, shrouding the hall in a horizontal crimson rainstorm.

　　 Soshyang was hit three times, once on the breastplate, once on the gaiters, and once on the helmet that was in the middle of him, so that his senses were overwhelmed by a burst of static electricity.

　　 Falzad was in front of him, braving the laser that kept hitting the shield in his hand.

　　 Golgri led the soul drinker's warriors to attack from both sides, and his power sword took the life of a traitorous soldier with every swipe of his power sword.

　　The veterans of the Soul Drinker are as cold and efficient as him.

　　 A corpse flew by in the air, its body was in a mess, and its limbs were broken in the powerful impact.

　　 The enemy's firepower began to weaken, and the overlapping blaster gun firepower nets shredded the bunker, and the fighters specializing in melee combat broke into the gap of the opponent's line and started a **** killing with a chain saw sword.

　　 Soshyang fired at the black figures that shuttled back and forth with a storm blaster. The huge impact blasted the hit target into blood mist, and the remaining part was turned over in the air.

　　 After deciding to save bullets, Soshyang picked up the chainsaw halberd and killed the enemy with fierce and efficient melee combat.

　　 Thanks to Savita’s training, every strike he takes is an impeccable lethal attack, and every step is precise and perfect.

　　The bullets bounced off his overlapping armor, and the flash of battle reflected on his helmet, making him look like a warrior in ancient legends.

　　 "We captured this entrance."

　　 As the last rebellion was executed efficiently by Astart beside him, Marcus shouted.

　　 "Blast the door inside and you will find the altar soon."

　　 Soldiers carrying explosive devices rushed forward to destroy the iron door inside, and even in the roar of the explosion, Soshyang could still distinguish the dull roar on the other side of the door.

　　 He lowered the halberd in his hand, taking advantage of the moment when the battle came to an end to observe the surrounding environment.

　　 A corpse was lying at his feet, the man's armor was torn apart, and a crack split his mask covering his face in half.

　　 The frozen blood was scattered around him like gems, and Soshyang used the end of the halberd to tear off the split mask.

　　 This man's skin is covered by a fine black tattoo, the pattern is similar to the lines on his armor.

　　A hollow and dim dead eye stared above, Soshyang couldn't help but imagine what kind of power could force this person to abandon his pledge of allegiance to the empire.

　　 Why is the confusion of chaos so powerful?

　　 He didn't bother to find an answer, because in a muffled sound, the inner iron gate was also penetrated.

　　 He threw the dead man out of his mind and rushed into the central dome following the figure holding the power sword high.

　　The soldiers rushed into the dust and smoke generated by the blasting of the iron gate, and then they passed through the smoke and entered the interior of the building.

　　Marcus is right, this is a temple.

　　 But at the same time, this is also a slaughterhouse.

　　 It's cold inside, terribly cold.

　　 Steam rises from each star warrior’s power backpack, a beam of light pierces from the cracked roof, and the sweet and greasy smoke from the burning brazier lingers on the crack in the wall, seemingly reluctant to enter.

　　 Before he walked in, Soshyang smelled blood.

　　 He saw countless corpses, maybe more than ten thousand.

　　 These corpses are clearly arranged in a certain pattern, and each corpse is still standing.

This is an illusion, because every corpse is actually supported by a sharp, blackened iron rod. These people are nailed here, and their bodies are arranged in an obvious and meaningful form—I don’t know. Are they nailed alive or after they die.

The meaning of this form of 　　 is a mystery to Soshyang.

Gorge led their warriors through the array of corpses. One of the warriors carried the banner of the warband. It was a glorious and scarred banner, reminding them of what they had lost and what they did. All of the struggle.

　　 The astral knights also followed their battle captain. Among them, the barrel of the heavy weapon hand Valen’s assault gun was still spinning, making a whining sound, seeming to be looking for any surviving targets.

　　Marcus also followed Soshyang. His expression was illegible, but his body language was very clear~www.wuxiaspot.com~ This was done by themselves. "

　　 The inquisitor shook his head and continued to move forward.

　　 None of them can understand what they are seeing. This is too strange for their understanding, and it does not conform to any war mode they have learned.

　　Marcus approached the nearest corpse and raised his head.

　　 The face of the deceased was cut by a sharp blade, and his face was distorted by the mixture of horror and piety. The symbols on his face were strange geometric figures, which gave people an indescribable discomfort.

　　The closer to the center of the temple, the clearer the pattern of the corpses.

　　The soldiers began to approach the center of the dome room. They naturally gathered together, and Soshyang felt that the temperature seemed to be lower.

　　 "They line up in equidistant columns."

　　The Assassin worshipping Death Cult suddenly spoke, his face hidden under the pale skull mask was trying to convey the disgust that all of them could feel.

　　 "They radiate outward from a central point."

　　 "This shows that what is important in the center."

　　Marcus replied immediately:

　　 "The nave of a temple is often designed as a central altar, a place for worship."

　　 "So what's in the center?"

　　 Gorgri pointed his sword to the middle.

　　 "I didn't see the altar."

　　He is correct. There is no altar here, only a hollow pit, from which mists are floating.

　　 Soshyang approached the pit carefully. He saw that the pit was about three meters deep from the surrounding ground, and in the center of the pit was another pierced corpse.