The Emperor’s Angel of Death

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　　 Hundreds of these twisted things are sitting on a long bone table, eating white flesh, while holding a lead wine glass, drinking the scarlet liquid inside.

　　 Their backs are arched, their pale and dry hair is like weeds, almost all naked, only a few draped in armor.

　　 At the end of the table, their weapons are neatly piled up obliquely into cones. Those are huge and cruel hooked machetes with blood stains on them.

As the distance from them draws in, a stinky smell comes in. This smell is very similar to the smell of some kind of beast's nest, but it is more intense, and accompanied by a scent of disease that is difficult to catch, it seems This group of monsters have been closed here for too long, and they have become sick with their worries.

　　 Soshyang slowly drew out the Sacred Yan sword, but didn't know if these things were alarmed.

　　 There is a high platform at the top of the hall, and there is a table on it.

　　Usually in a hall of this type, the space behind this table often belongs only to the owner, but there are no humans in this hall.

　　 The owner of this place is a shadow, a shadow that is bigger than all monsters, and it is so big that it is even harder for its throne to sit in.

　　 It stands tall behind the table, and its figure swells under the dim light, as if it is on the verge of a rage, about to overturn the table.

　　 Although he didn't know if he had been noticed by the other party, Soshyang saw a long wooden plate on the table in front of the huge shadow.

　　 And the animal for the owner's enjoyment, with a long and straight body, was piled on a wooden plate, and was almost completely eaten. Even the slender finger bones were removed completely-it was obviously a human kind.

There is a sleeping beast lying in front of the table. Its size is relatively normal. Soshyan can see that it is somewhat similar to Talon Demon, but just like everything else in the room, its outline is also blurred. , As if it is not flesh and blood, but shadows.

　　 The only artifacts in the room are two huge hook blades. This weapon is a scimitar with cruel barbs. A pair of iron brackets hung it horizontally on the wall behind the owner.

　　 At this time, do you walk away quietly, or?

　　 After thinking about it for a while, Soshyang opened his legs and strode towards the fire.

Obviously he was brought here because of some external force. Perhaps the other party knew his existence from the beginning. When it comes to choosing, humans should never show their timidity when facing ghosts and filth. This truth has been It has been fulfilled countless times in Soshyan.

　　 He was standing next to the fire pit, and the monsters turned a blind eye to him. They continued to feast on their feast, squeaking meat in their hands, and their ribs were bitten by flashing fangs.

　　 Two of them extended their claws to the same bite of food, so they screamed at each other, and the fight was about to start.

　　 "Who brought me to this filthy place!"

　　 Soshyang shouted in a deep voice.

　　 But no one noticed him, as if there was no such person in the room.

　　 He looked at the hunched monsters, then raised his head and roared.

"get out!"

　　 In this peculiar hall, the power of his shouting has been amplified many times, the wood trembles, dust falls from the roof, and the fire is extinguished.

　　 They finally noticed him, and the room was silent. A hundred pairs of yellow eyes stared at him from the darkness.

　　 The huge shadow stood up and squeezed into his throne easily.

　　 "Who is standing below? Who came to my hall and shouted a challenge?"

　　 It uses Gothic, but with a strange tone, the voice rumbling.

　　In a short time, a piece of coal in the fire burst, so a piece of embers fell on it, and a lot of sparks spattered, and the heat escaped from the air.

　　 "I am the sacred blade of the lord of mankind, the commander of the Astral Knights, Soshyan Alexei."

　　 "A mortal."

　　 "I am the will of the emperor."

　　 "The emperor is nothing but a tyrant playing witchcraft."

　　 The shadow said, raising his finger at Soshyang.

　　 "And you are not a sharp blade. The force flowing in your veins will only make you a fool."

　　 It laughed loudly, and the monsters roared with laughter. The harsh roar was full of threats.

　　 "Say your name, monster!"

　　 Soshyang pressed his anger, his mind was thinking fast, why did the other party know him so much?

　　 "Name, do you know what a name represents?"

　　 The thing still kept its mocking tone.

　　 "Only a fool can easily say his name."

　　 When it spelled out human words, its low growl made its speech more rough, and its voice became moist and hoarse.

　　 "And here, I am a sharp blade, just like you..." Hypocritical tyrant's running dog, there is no place for you in my hall. This is my territory. Take your dogs and roll with you."

　　 Its subordinates also howled.

　　 "I will not go anywhere until the emperor's enemies are eradicated."

　　 Soshyang's confident voice overwhelmed the howl.

　　 "If you want to fight, then fight."

"it is good!"

　　 In the sound of wild laughter, a slender figure broke out from the shadow of the throne and stretched out its arm.

It is approximately two meters tall and wears an angular black armor. The form is very similar to the warriors of the spirit tribe that Soshyan has seen, except that it has a lot of spikes and runes, and its helmet has demon-like horns. Behind his head is a string of red silk.

　　 "Spirits?"

　　 Soshyang thought about countless possibilities, but he did not expect that this was actually a spirit race, and it was a dark spirit race.

But on closer inspection, it is not a physical entity. It seems to be entirely composed of smoke. Except for burning eyes, sharp barbs, and hanging red silk, there is no evidence that it is a physical existence. Up.

　　 Then, it stretched out its index finger and struck it out of the air.

"Well--"

The sudden pain caused Soshyang to take a deep breath. He looked down and found that a wound that seemed to be torn by a sharp claw appeared on his right chest-even the Terminator armor was torn away~www .wuxiaspot.com~This! "

　　 Soshyang didn't feel the power of witchcraft, the attack was so inexplicable.

　　 Suddenly, with a bang, the torch at the far end of the hall went out, and then the other torches were quickly extinguished along the corridor. The darkness approached Soshyang from the other end of the hall.

　　 Soshyang held the Sacred Yan sword tightly, guarding his surroundings, the helmet's goggles lit up, and the high-resolution visual enhancement system searched for any subtle movements.

　　 In Soshyang’s eyes, this area seemed to be shrouded in green twilight, but the monsters disappeared.

"this is....."

　　 When he was in doubt, Soshyang felt something, raised his hand and waved his sword, and the blade was clearly visible under infrared vision.

　　 But there is a shadow there, just a shadow...

　　 No, even the shadow is not even considered a shadow, it is just a remnant shadow, he just feels that the blade is touching something, a broken illusion.

　　 The next moment, what followed was shock, blood and roar.

"Uh!!!!"

　　 Soshyang, who was hit hard, snorted, staggered back a few steps, and hit the wall.

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