The Emperor’s Angel of Death

When the heavy air fell from the stratosphere to sea level, the call sign of the cargo ship transport aircraft turned into a more angry roar, and it dived towards the Soms Nest in a near-ballistic trajectory.

The body of the Fengchi electric switch kept vibrating, because the pilot pushed its performance to the extreme, flying to a public apron in Chaodu with a sense of urgency in his eyes.

Kayang, wearing a power armor, and the shuttle shook as if they were one body, and beside him were twelve scarlet warriors who were motionless like sculptures.

"Servant, you did a good job."

After a while, in the presence of static electricity, he heard a distant reply. Although the voice was very soft, the sense of humility in it was very clear:

"This is my mission, Master."

"So where do we meet next?"

During the conversation, Kayang would look at the scenery outside the window from time to time.

From this height, behind the heavy gray walls, a central shrine of the mechanical order can be seen rising in the heart of the city.

It was a pyramid-shaped building more than 300 meters high. The towers and fortresses attached to it destroyed its outline. The tortuous passages and elevator engines made its superstructure more crowded.

A white flame burned on the roof of the temple, guarded by several smaller flames, and the huge chimney looked like a ceremonial brazier from a distance.

"The target location, I have already teleported to the transport plane, master."

Ka Yang clicked on the portable video camera on the transport plane, and a complete map of the nest city appeared on it, and there were several flashing light spots on it.

"Five alternative locations, not bad."

Kayang is proud of the ability of this servant, after all, this is the product of his own creation.

"That's it."

Afterwards, the Thousand Sons wizard reached out and clicked on one of them.

"Okay, Master."

Soon, the transport plane landed steadily, but no one came to greet him, and no staff were seen around.

After confirming that the landing area was safe, Kayang left the apron and took the scarlet letters straight through the abandoned factory area.

The wind screamed into the empty windows and through the half-collapsed attic. It was midnight on the planet. After all the lights went out, everything was shrouded in darkness.

But darkness is not a problem for Kayang, he has seen darkness deeper than this.

It can be seen that it used to be an assembly workshop, but it has long since been abandoned. Now it is deserted. The door to the factory supervisor’s office has been removed, revealing the cave-like dark space inside.

The cracked quick-drying cement wall divides the various work areas, and the factory area is sporadically growing with moss and other low plants.

Soon after he landed, it started to rain.

Kayang smiled slightly, Sorge even counted the weather, and he was indeed his trump card that he had never missed.

Soon, the pouring rain covered the city.

Kayang raised his head and looked at the low-hanging clouds. He could see the slight blurring of the weather shield that protects the spire of the nest. Obviously, the energy protection of the upper nest is probably more than this.

Nevertheless, the middle layer is not protected, the air is full of moisture, and the smell of acid is reminiscent of the chemical-filled air in an ice refinery.

This factory complex stretches for about one kilometer, and Kayang quickly completed the journey in a stride.

He is not a pretender, and he does not bother to pretend to be here.

Kayang is confident that on this planet, there are few places where he can't walk. As early as in the atmosphere, he noticed that there were monitoring psionicists on the spire of Nest Capital.

But those mortals are too weak.

Their psychic energy is as weak as a match that is about to burn out in Kayang's eyes. He is confident that even if he walks in front of those guys, they may not find himself.

After coming out from the other side of the factory, Kayang found a wide road as the boundary of the inner factory area.

Depressions and cracks in the road surface indicate that other areas outside the production area are also lacking in maintenance.

There are no street lights on the road, only the dim light from the surrounding residential areas, like the rock walls on both sides of the ravine.

None of the imperial world he had seen before was as quiet as here.

All factories usually carry out production all night long, and laborers work hard one after another for that decadent empire and the same decadent ruling class.

And in this place, an abandoned factory area is almost as silent as a cemetery—perhaps starved to death due to lack of minerals and other materials.

The only noise around was the hum of the generators supplying electricity to the residential area.

To arrive at the scheduled junction, he needs to run from one end of the city to the other. This is undoubtedly a long way-but he deliberately chose to take a long way.

He needs to observe, because he has not fully trusted Sorge, he has to observe whether there will be a watcher along the way.

But so far, everything is normal.

Kayang is confident that no stalker can avoid his psychic sense of smell.

This way, he can speak unimpeded.

And he also relied on his ability to remember the trails, commanding heights, firepower points, roadblocks, etc. he had seen in his mind, and planned four feasible retreat routes.

Regardless of the next accident, he has the confidence to retreat.

He even counts when the workers and the police change their morning shifts. Although he doesn't know the exact time, it must be within the next few hours.

Walking on the road, Kayang stopped suddenly.

Someone is looking at him.

But not the monitor he expected.

His gaze flicked across the towering buildings around him, and he noticed a figure in a bright window.

It was a woman, but her back was facing him.

She was comforting a crying child, and the child was looking at the giant warrior below with wide eyes.

"You didn't see anything."

Ka Yang smiled slightly, condensing the psychic energy in his body, directly modifying the child's memory from such a long distance.

A few seconds later, the child stopped crying, shook his head in confusion, and put his face on his mother's shoulder contentedly.

Although it was a small accident ~www.wuxiaspot.com~, Kayang increased his vigilance. He changed the original route and found a more secret path.

After traversing two blocks in a row, Kayang suddenly took two steps and then jumped up. A strange frisbee appeared directly under his feet, sending him onto the smog that enveloped the roof of the house.

The scarlet fighters who followed him started their jetpacks one after another.

After Kayang fell on the nearest roof, he flew along the edge of the roof while scanning left and right, taking down the city layout, and walking through the darkness like a bat.

Thousands of wizards and the scarlet letters constantly shuttled between the buildings, crossing the dense residential area, almost without making any sound.

During a dive, Kayang saw a beam of light faintly visible in the smog covering the city.

He stepped on a Frisbee to guide himself towards the light source and landed on the metal corridor between the two residential buildings, just looking down at the target.

Sure enough, that is where he is going-

An abandoned luxury manor that looks haunted