The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Soshyang's mind was in confusion at this time.

　　 He has been able to be sure that Brother Said must have lied to him, or his memory has also been modified, so he doesn't know that there is still an established undead army on the Sanctuary Star?

　　 Various thoughts lingered in Soshyang's heart, but he didn't know where to start.

　　 Finally, he suddenly thought of a question.

　　 "If you have been able to use gray pulp on a large scale, why are there such huge casualties?"

　　 As for the power of gray marrow, Soshyang knows it well, even if it is only a hundred soldiers transplanted with gray marrow, he is confident that he can reach the army of tens of thousands of demons.

　　Gray marrow has an overwhelming advantage over subspace power.

　　Randall gave a wry smile and replied:

"Because we can't say large-scale application, there have never been more than 100 soldiers who can match gray marrow, and the gray marrow transplanted by us is a degraded version. Not only does it have a limited effect, but the use time is also limited. Metallized and died."

　　"Organ Metallization—"

　　 Soshyang widened his eyes, and suddenly imagined in his mind that all the organs in his body had turned into metal. It must have been extremely desperate and painful—this end made him shudder.

　　 "How many people do you still have?"

　　 "Six hundred thirty-two people."

　　 From the initial three thousand people to less than seven hundred people now, Soshyan can imagine what the White Temple has experienced for so many years.

　　 But then, he frowned again.

　　 "That's not right, shouldn't the gray pulp first metallize the bones?"

　　 "Yes, this is the problem of degraded gray pulp, it will give priority to the metalization of internal organs... and the process is very fast."

　　 "Why is this?"

　　 "Because... we lost the initial gray pulp."

　　Randall took a deep look at Soshyang.

"You should be very clear that the importance of the initial gray pulp solution is that only the gray pulp obtained from the initial transplanter can be perfectly transplanted to other people. The gray pulp that has been transplanted once, if it is transplanted to others, it will Deterioration has occurred."

　　 Soshyang blinked, and Brother Said had told him about this.

　　 Gray pulp is not like genetic seeds, which can grow geometrically. In order to ensure the quality of transplanted gray pulp and avoid serious defects, all gray pulp can only come from his body, which is equivalent to saying that he is the only source of gray pulp.

　　 "Your initial gray pulp transplanter...what happened?"

　　Randall turned his gaze to the gate of the network tunnel, and said in a heavy tone:

　　 "He is inside."

"inside?"

"The other side of the gate is not directly the network tunnel. To be on the safe side, when the handprinter was ordered to build this network tunnel, he also built a huge area at the exit of the network tunnel... The structure of this area was imagined from Alien space necromancers are essentially a maze. Many anti-psionic methods are used in the maze to prevent the demon army from directly rushing out of the network channel and harming the world when an accident occurs in the network channel."

　　 "So that's it—"

"The Horus Rebellion broke out and the network was turbulent. Although some demons came out, the ancestors were able to cope with the barrier of the maze, but six thousand years ago...the maze seemed to have a new situation. , The number of demons gushing out suddenly increased, the battle group immediately suffered a huge loss, and even almost unable to support it. In order to know the abnormality of the maze, the battle group commander at that time, also the first generation battle group commander, entered the network road alone, but. "

　　 Randall shook his head.

　　 "He never came out again."

　　 "It turned out to be like this..."

Soshyang immediately understood that the first-generation battle commander of the White Temple who disappeared on the side of the network road at that time was also the "initial gray marrow transplanter" of the undead army's legacy. In fact, he was equally qualified as Soshyang. Acting Chief of the Legion".

　　 Thinking of this, he suddenly felt a little weird.

　　If the other party is still there, will this meeting be embarrassing?

After a moment of silence, Soshyan asked:

"What's his name?"

　　 "It is recorded in the battle group archives that people call him...Fr. Said."

　　 For an instant, Suo Shiyang had a thunder in his mind!

"what-"

　　 At this moment, he was beyond surprise.

　　 Seeing Soshyang's appearance when he saw a ghost, Randolph seemed to have realized it, and asked softly:

　　 "Have you heard this name?"

"Well-"

　　 Soshyang took two deep breaths, and after calming down, he considered whether to confide the truth with the other party.

　　 At present, it seems that the other party is worthy of trust, but after all, the two meet together, even if they may be blood brothers, the most important thing is that unlike people like Kayang, he has no means to restrict each other.

　　 "If it is inconvenient..."

　　 "Brother Said, we are here at the moment, uh, it should be said that the astral knights were formed by him."

　　 After Randall listened, he was taken aback for a while, then lowered his head as if thinking.

　　 Soshyang also looked at him silently.

　　 Five minutes later, Randall raised his head again, his face as usual, except that there was a little haze between his brows.

　　 "I can't imagine, but I believe what you say, Brother Said...or a person who calls himself a Brother Said, right there with you, the gray marrow on you can prove it."

　　 "But the current Brother Said has become a fearless."

　　 "It turned out to be like this—"

　　 Randall moved his gaze to the gate of the net again.

　　 "It seems...the truth is still hidden behind this door."

　　 "What's the truth?"

　　 "Brother Said, what happened back then, or what happened."

　　Randall suddenly turned his head and stared at Soshyang's.

　　 "Soshyan, do you want to know the truth? Will you take a risk for the truth?"

　　 After hearing this question, Soshyan was surprised by himself.

　　 He didn't hesitate. Suddenly, everything felt good, as if this problem had been waiting for him all his life.

　　 "Of course, I must find out the truth."

　　 "Then it will be easy."

　　 Randall smiled slightly and looked back at the direction where the golden gate stood and trembles.

　　 "The truth is inside, except for you in the entire empire, I don't think many people can enter alive and come out alive—"

　　 "You mean..."

　　 "Then what do you choose?"

　　 Randall smiled, UU read www.uukanshu.com, but this smile was rather bitter, and then the white church leader said calmly:

　　 "When we first knew who we were, we all had our own fears, Soshyan."

　　 Soshyang looked at the face somewhat similar to himself. For the first time, he saw fragility and sadness.

　　 "Will you go with me then?"

　　 "No, I will only hinder you if I go in."

　　 Hearing this, Soshyang took a deep breath.

　　 "I have always believed that nothing is unchangeable, hope is still there, hope is always there."

After 　　 Soshyan stepped forward, strode towards the throbbing door, and clicked his feet when he stepped on the stone steps.

　　Randall just watched him leave without saying a word.

　　 At this moment, at least for him, Soshyang's figure slowly overlaps with another person's back—a person who is overwhelmed by eternal duties and stumbles into the darkness.

　　 Maybe from today, he can forget the broken screams in the raging terrorist war deep underground.

　　 As Soshyan said, the hope is still there.