The Emperor’s Angel of Death

　　 In the gap between reality and subspace, a tall tower tore the light veil, splitting the secret tide, like a spear stained with cobalt and blemishes of darkness.

　　 The dying flame was struggling on the spire, spraying white flames into the ever-changing sea of ​​souls, beating like a heart rate without rhythm, and lightning flashed through the surging spiritual energy.

　　 Asia is ruthless. The claws of huge creatures protruding from the hurricane swept across the shield, and each impact made the flames weaker.

　　 In a sealed room at the top of the tower, a lonely figure knelt quietly.

　　 It was shrouded in dense ink-like shadows, staring at the unnatural storm in the distance, making no sound, not even breathing.

　　 The outside scenery is like oil floating on the water, tumbling with disgusting colors, and the mortal can have a nervous breakdown by looking directly at it, but it has been staring at it all the time.

　　 The crackling sound of the shield bending under pressure is everything that illuminates the storm outside.

The tide of 　　 Asia space hit the spire with jagged, unpredictable waves, but then the torch that pierced the slave ignited the flame with pain, sending the ferocious shock wave back to the psychic trash that produced it.

　　 The minaret trembled and let out a pitiful wailing, which was the wailing of tens of thousands of slaves who were dying.

　　 But when the sound reached the room, it was distorted like a sinister whisper, pointing straight to the heart, not the ears.

　　 "Drazar, Drazar, Drazar..."

　　 Every word echoes in the blood, but no one will pay attention to such a sound, because it can be said to be the most degraded corner of the universe.

　　 It has many names, but as the name known to people, it is replaced by—

　　 Comoros.

　　 Comoros, the dark city, a giant city in the net, is also the home of the dark spirit race.

　　 The origin of this city can be traced back to the heyday of the remote spiritual empire. It does not exist in real space, but is located in the dimension of the labyrinth called the net.

　　The network is the masterpiece of the ancient sage of the Galaxy creator. Although the network has undergone tremendous changes since the spiritual empire reached its peak, and was destroyed by wars and disasters, they still mastered the original network technology.

Although moving between dimensions is a very risky technology, the spirit race does not hesitate to use this unique technique, because the network can allow the traverser to teleport interstellar travel while avoiding direct exposure. Risk in subspace.

　　 But since the Great Fall, the network channel has become a fragmented and dangerous zone, and its darkest corners are full of indescribable entities from subspace.

Even so, the numerous nodes in the network still allow the most fearless or malicious people to attack millions of targets in the Galaxy Coefficient without warning, and the Comoros was the largest network city of the Spirit Empire before the Great Fall. .

　　The fleet of the ancient spirit empire can travel to various home worlds through the Comoros, to the farthest corner of the galaxy, so this is also the most important place in the network.

Because of its strategic value, no faction in the empire of the spirit race can dominate here, but is directly ruled by the Supreme Council of the empire. This kind of autonomy allows the Comoros to expand rapidly, and all kinds of individuals who want to get rid of the eyeliner of the spirit race All go here, all money and influence flow into the hands of the empire and its allies through this city.

　　 Comoros itself is also expanding into the blank area of ​​the network, merging many labyrinthine satellite areas, private territories and other port cities. After countless years of construction, this city has reached the point of awe-inspiring.

　　 But at that time, Comoros was still a relatively normal city, but the Great Fall changed the way of life of the spirit race and also changed Comoros.

The self-depravity of the spirit race has created evil spirits, but not all spirit races know repentance. In fact, hedonism and perverted art have been deeply rooted in the flesh and blood of many upper spirit races. They are unwilling to accept the penance of those Ark compatriots. They turned to seek a safe place to avoid the gaze of evildoers, and continue their depraved life in the past.

　　 Comoros, finally became their choice.

　　 But just hiding is not enough. As time goes by, the spirit races hiding in the Comoros begin to feel their soul cravings, and become increasingly withered. If they want to continue their lives, they can only torture other creatures and inhale the pain of other creatures.

　　Some people speculate that the cause of this phenomenon is that the chaotic gods and evil spirits are constantly sucking the souls of the Comorian spirit race.

　　 In order to survive, the spirit races of Comoros began hunting a large number of slaves for various cruel tortures. This may be to satisfy the hunger and thirst of sex, or to replenish their sucked souls.

　　 Since then, the Dark Spirit Race has been born, and Comoros has become the largest slave market in the galaxy.

　　 Out of fear, other races often only dare to call it the "dark city", and other spirit races call this city a "malignant tumor" growing on the sacred network.

After countless years of reconstruction and proliferation, Comoros is not only a single city, but also the largest city in the galaxy. It is considered impossible to use traditional methods to measure the area, and all of its surface has been over-exploited. , So that the buildings must continue to increase in the vertical area, and the buildings in each area grow upwards to compete for sunlight like plants competing for sunlight.

　　 Every minaret and skyscraper in this city will be connected with neighbors through curved arches and tulle-like buttresses. Those several-mile-high high nests and palaces extend up and down at the same time, spiraling deep into the twisted space of the network.

　　 Every year of Terra, the city will absorb more dimensions as its foundation. Therefore, the population of Comoros is even more than that of all the planets in an important galaxy combined.

From another perspective, the Comoros is actually a collection of many loose sites, sticking to the trunk of the network like tumor cells. Those sites that are farther together may be separated by thousands of light years, but In the network channel, these remote sites are connected with each other through spatial transmission shortcuts.

　　 Thousands of ships dock on the spires of Comoros every day. The population of the Dark Spirits far exceeds the prediction of the human empire, and even the compatriots of the Ark cannot accurately count their number.

The network pathways around the Dark City are full of light trails for ships to enter and exit. Some portals that enter and exit the real space are small and dim, but those located in the largest area of ​​the city are huge and anomalous, enough to accommodate the entire plundering fleet. , On the thorny skyscrapers and spires of the dock pillars, there are a variety of high-speed aircrafts of dark spirits and other alien races fixed by purple electromagnetic beams.

　　 But not all areas of Comoros are open to the outside world. In the city, there are several mysterious areas. They belong to various shrines, and even the consuls cannot control them. They only belong to the bishop of the shrine.

　　 Nightmare Temple is one of them. Its iconic building is the huge torch of pain.

　　 "Silence."

　　 The shadows whispered hoarsely, but they still heard their laughter.

　　 The wild beast with primitive wisdom laughed wildly with a rough poetic touch, scratching its thinking boundary with its indelible claws.

　　 A huge existence stirred in the mist of ether. It felt the existence shaking, and saw a sun-sized shadow rippled in the storm.

　　 It is approaching.

　　 "Go away."

　　 That huge existence broke the violent fluctuations of the spiritual fog, like a huge shark, it is passing through the vast ocean, its eyes staring starvingly.

　　 [You lost it]

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　　 It is deep, mocking, with inhuman resonance.

　　 "It is me, and I am it."

　　【It used to be your shell, carrying the memory of you once a mortal】

　　 A spiritual shadow made up of black fog and hatred violently hit, hit the invisible shield, and set off waves in the spiritual realm.

　　 "It's gone, I am who I am now, and there will be no second me."

　　 [Very good, even that thing—]

　　 The torch burned violently again, and the existence slammed and disappeared.

　　The shadow watched as the storm outside gradually subsided. He first laughed lowly, then laughed, and finally laughed wildly, so that the whole tower was shaking.

　　 The dark spirit races near everyone instinctively increased their heartbeats because of the threat, and then a roar cut through the chaotic sky of Comoros like thunder—

　　 "Suin!"

　　 "Suin!"

　　 "Suin!"

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