The Emperor’s Angel of Death

The world is burning, but he can't see clearly.

The smoke was covering the sky, but he could smell and hear it.

The burning body of the soldier in the armor, the shattering of stones on the city wall scorched by hellish fire, and the harsh screams.

The war has begun.

The thick ashes that swelled with the death of that huge alien body swept through the killing field outside a magnificent fortress. Their assaults failed to penetrate the front line to approach the siege artillery, but the artillery also disappeared from his vision. ——Keep the endless shelling.

What a violent music.

His heart beats with it, flying with its thunderous melody.

Then they began to push forward, pushing violently.

The sun is scorching here, and he is sultry and unbearable in his heavy armor, and the heat from his skin has begun to blur the air.

A warrior wearing a light gray armor stood by, shouting the slogan of charging, and the surrounding warriors echoed, summoning an increasingly powerful anger, making the heat stronger.

A flag was flying in the air.

what is that?

He can't really see it.

After that, he started to run, leaving everything behind him, his joints becoming hot with continued use.

A bullet hit his shoulder armor, but it didn't help.

He roared and looked at the banner again, which was the only thing he could see through the smoke. ,

But why can't he see anything?

Somewhere nearby, a certain existence is fighting, even if that existence is far away and invisible, it still makes him excited.

For a few seconds, the smoke became thinner, and he caught a glimpse of the bright yellow shining in the gray.

"Over there."

A voice appeared behind him, and his armoured hand stretched out from behind his shoulders to guide him.

"Dorn and his sons did a good job. Our brothers have a group of warriors."

"It's true."

"Then should we behave better than him?"

The person behind said, he turned his head and looked, only to see a toothy smile and a touch of scattered blue and purple, and then the thick smoke engulfed them again.

"Okay, brother!"

brothers?

The word made him feel palpitations.

He started to laugh, his voice loud and rough, not caring about the bullet shot at himself from the smoke, and then pointed at the gray area.

"Let's take a sword directly into the throats of those savage creatures, eh, brother?"

The other party did not respond.

Then he started running on his own, and the whole team issued a brand new charge command along with his running.

The soldiers followed him.

After passing through the smoke, he saw a tall metal tower collapsing with a slow and unstoppable grace. It cuts into the thick smoke like a sword, and continuously collapses and disintegrates as it falls.

When it finally hit the ground, the impact shook the entire battlefield, like an earthquake, blowing thick smoke and exposing the real enemy.

Ugly square faces, protruding fangs, disgusting green skin, wearing a pointed helmet, sweating under the heavy armor, they looked determined but terrified, standing in rows, roaring and demonstrating loudly.

Sporadic firepower was shot from the wall that was breached, mostly live ammunition and strange energy weapons.

He held up a weapon that resembled a spear and a halberd and led the team forward.

"Let the harvest begin!"

Suddenly, he yelled, infected by fighting frenzy.

Then he jumped through the gap in the city wall, jumped over the gravel pile and the wounded underneath, and rushed towards those opponents who could still fight.

Roaring, I chopped off a big head and glanced at my side suddenly.

why? Why can't he see that person's face?

"These green skins are always endless, right, even Horus is at a loss in their hands."

Horus? Why do you want to say Horus--

Who is he?

But soon he put these questions behind his head, he kept waving his weapon, and soon dyed the spear head red, slaughtering a large number of defenders.

Their queue first became crooked and then collapsed.

At that moment, he heard the horn blowing and victory was approaching, but the bloodshed was far from over.

He killed two enemies at the same time with a stab, put them on the spears, and then a big man over four meters tall leaped forward, with scars all over his head, and waving a metal hook, which looked like A handy weapon.

He dodged for the first time, then threw a spear through the behemoth's head with his backhand.

The enemy fell. He stepped on the hill-like corpse and drew his spear.

But then he began to hear the triumphant cheers that accompanied the flags raised to the sky. All the soldiers were cheering at him, and he could feel the admiration of these soldiers.

They love him so much and are proud of him.

Suddenly, the blue and purple came to him and put his hand on his shoulder.

"brothers--"

Everything began to fly away, and he wanted to see the man's face clearly.

With a ticking sound, the retina display responded to his expectations.

Soshyan blinked and found himself wearing armor and wearing a helmet in his room.

Did he just have a dream?

"Bros."

There was no one around Soshyang. He wanted to greet others, and they responded, but it was very strange.

A strange laughter shot through waves of sound like a machine gun, followed by loud curses and screams.

Suddenly, the channel became dead again.

He tried several other channels, but they were all dead, all silent, and then the whole ship obviously started to speed up.

Soshyang tasted the tingling pain from the restlessness. The sudden emptiness of the ship was a worrying mystery, which caused a wry smile on his pale lips.

He felt as if he was still in a dream.

The dream in the dream~www.wuxiaspot.com~ sounds incredible and chilling.

"I'm waiting for you."

A voice rang in his ears, Soshyan drew his sword, left his room, and followed his will to the bridge.

The journey from his room to the bridge did not exceed ten minutes, but the central ridge main road of the Unbound Soul was also empty when he passed.

When he entered the bridge, he hardly recognized that this was a way he often stayed.

Although this place is still the same as before, it is a huge oval building in Gothic style, with gargoyle statues or other strange carvings on the ceiling and walls.

But the style has changed. A mutilated angel roars silently in the central throne, his eyes are entangled with barbed wires, and a bat-winged demon will crisscross its long wings to the second-floor turret.

The air was filled with blasphemy, torture, and demon worship.

A throne in the middle rises high, its huge volume is aimed at the tactical display screen, and above, a broken body is nailed and tied with chains.