The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"Soshyang! People like us can't fight this demonic army!"

Talos roared in the communication channel, but Soshyang saw it as nothing, and Thor calmly commanded the soldiers to build a line of defense, seeming to know what Soshyang is now.

He is drunk.

This is a metaphor, but it is appropriate. When he used gray pulp in the past, he would only feel cold.

But at this moment, he only felt the heat rushing through his body, and his head was dizzy, as if he was drunk--especially when he killed the devil, he would feel a strange comfort.

But his nerves are highly clear and flexible.

Even he could clearly perceive any change in the battlefield. For example, he saw a soldier staggered when he was attacked fifty meters away.

He jumped between the warrior and his attacker, neatly chopped the demon in half along his shoulder.

"Purify the devil!"

Armin shouted the battle roar and rushed to Soshyang's side, holding high his long sword at the subspace creation that attacked the captain.

The air seemed to split, and a poor hound flew into its similar formation under a heavy blow, and was quickly torn apart and eaten.

Soshyang did not speak, because there was no time to express gratitude to each other, his limbs were dancing tirelessly at high speed, and the naked eyes of mortals were afraid that such movements could not be seen clearly.

His heart is beating surgingly, the mysterious power flowing in his veins provides him with a steady stream of vitality, while his eyes are fixed on the endless target, in which the next target of killing is constantly changing.

It is not so much fighting as it is harvesting.

Under the passion, Soshyang did not realize that there was another layer of darkness lurking in his emotions——

Hungry and thirsty.

Just as the astral knights blocked the first wave of the demon's charge, the battle robot group slowly joined the battle, and countless explosive bombs spewed from their arms, covering the area in front of the exit like a corona.

The phalanx made of steel advances unstoppably, stepping into the battlefield step by step, and the volley of lasers emits dazzling light like the sun.

They are pouring sacred ammunition, sacred bombs, and hot lasers to these profane things and sweeping these disgusting subspace creations.

As the data sage of the battle robot army, Loken also appeared on the battlefield for the first time.

For this battle, Loken even changed his appearance.

Now this mechanic has lost the posture of previous scholars, and has become a savage fighter. The gorgeous armor of the torso imitates the form of a griffon, a feather-like cloak is flying behind him, and the blood-gold breastplate is inlaid on both sides. The ivory logo of Mechanical God, representing the municipal party committee

His metal skull decorated his shoulders, the edge of the crimson steel mask was spiked, and the gaps in his eyes flashed with unknown yellow light. He even raised the antenna spikes behind his head to make himself look even more frightening.

"In the name of the mechanical god, destroy these evil spirits!"

Loken uttered a huge roar, the integrated right weapon arm spit out fire, incinerating the enemies that swooped in, while the left arm wielded the gear battle axe.

The entire entrance became a vast ocean of broken corpses.

The sword shattered at the moment of intersection, the laser weapons screamed, the fragments of ceramic armor were shaken by the shock wave, and the smashed biochemical electronic system was burned in the fire. The quadruple laser on the base of the machine servant desperately

Spitting dazzling pulses, burning hot tropics from a group of demons far exceeding the number of others.

Corrupted lives are dying out, and there is no more completeness.

This time not only the combat robots were dispatched, Loken even took out all the fighter servants and robots he had transformed, including Dieterian's part.

So there was this computational killing.

The silent army advances step by step, and every armed servant and combat robot killed is replaced by another.

When he saw a black-smoked war engine made of brass and skull rushing wildly, Loken raised the gravity gun confiscated from Dietrian.

It was a huge two-handed weapon, heavy because of the complex and mysterious technology contained in its gold and bronze cover and ancient decorations.

Despite its superb mysterious technology, its firing device is located inside.

After Loken took aim, he pulled the trigger and shot an extremely unstable substance into the crazy engine of war.

In the next second, a series of implosion pulses shattered this terrifying war machine, breaking the adamantine and rupturing the demon organs in it.

A large amount of blood mixed with oil spewed out from the twisted pipe, the huge engine collapsed into a ball, and then quickly disintegrated.

The fighter robots stepped on the corpse and moved on.

When the combat robot army once suppressed the demon army with firepower, Soshyang had personally led the team into the demon formation from the middle-his long sword burned across the enemy formation, leaving a piece of corpse after another.

The two Terminator warriors who were still able to fight by the astral knights followed him to join the battle with steady steps. The thunder hammers and power swords they wielded turned the surrounding air into silver. The troops on both sides held swords and shields. Keep pushing away the demon army.

The enemy fell into a complete frenzy. They rushed into the defense line madly trying to find a breakthrough, but the astral knights maintained the line unmovedly, slaughtering his enemies calmly and efficiently.

Soshyan continued to fight, driving himself even more desperately.

He felt a joy that was inexplicable in words, which dispelled all the fatigue of his body, and even if he was trapped in a heavy enclosure, he couldn't stop the rising of the corners of his mouth.

At this moment, he even wanted to shout out his inner joy, and even wanted to completely immerse himself in this excitement.

At that moment, he saw the last monster that appeared.

It is too huge, even the wicked monsters that have encountered it cannot be compared with it.

The scarlet body was like a hill, with open wings, like the sails of an ancient ship, and every time the horseshoe-like feet walked, the floor under their feet and even the entire Star Fort groaned in pain.

The fear it brings when it moves can make even the most valiant warrior kneel down. It is as daunting as a Titan made of flesh and blood. The giant axe is held in its hand, and the axe is even bigger than the chassis of the fearless mecha. Flames entwined on it, ready to smash a

cut.

After gliding in the air for a while, it suddenly landed on a platform two hundred meters away, waving its exaggerated muscle arms, and then issued a shaking roar as a challenge to the emperor angel.

The roar was so terrifying that it dispelled some of the smaller demons, and even the Astartes were disturbed.

Only Soshyan is the exception.

He was able to perceive the pain and extra anger brought to it by the Desolate Realm. It was like a huge furnace, full of boiling, uncontrollable fury.

"A bloodthirsty demon! Damn! These low-level demons are already troublesome enough!"

Talos on the side was still complaining, but Soshyang was extremely excited, and even his frozen face was dissolved, but he still maintained the metallic texture.

"Good! Good! Good!"

He yelled three times and then sent out a secret communication.

Suddenly, YT-001, who was killing, jumped ten meters high, then curled up in mid-air, revealing a long metal box behind its back.

The moment it retracted its body, the box suddenly opened, and something flew out of it and went straight to Soshyang.

"it is mine!"

Soshyang stretched out his hand abruptly, grabbed the shadow passing in front of him, swiped a semicircle forcefully, and then walked forward step by step.

The ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ that appeared in his palm was the Holy Spirit Spear!

In order to cover him, the soldiers fought fiercely with the surrounding demons, while Soshyang, like a guest walking into the auditorium, walked unhurriedly across the blood-stained ground.

The demons around seemed to ignore him, allowing him to pass by, and even cowering away when he was too close to him.

Soshyang walked across the battlefield without saying a word, dragging the soul spear and holding a long sword, step by step to another platform that was almost equal to the height of the terrifying evil monster.

The bloodthirsty demon stared at him, but made no other movements, just flapped his wings anxiously.

"You are in the wrong place."

Stopping, Soshyan stared at it for three seconds, and then calmly said to it:

"Today I will let you taste the taste of fear."

In response, the bloodthirsty frenzy violently raised his battle axe and let out an angry roar—