The Emperor’s Angel of Death

   Chapter 720

  Soshyang found himself in an unfamiliar castle, and the dull singing reverberated in the hall. Warriors and servants, veterans and newcomers, all blended together in the sound of flames and battle roars.

   Countless deep voices sang loudly, forming a resonance of soul.

  The strong man goes, he should be a centurion

  Shroud and return, deserve to be a centurion

  The flames are endless, you should be a centurion

  Holding a leaping horse, you should be a centurion

  Snow my shame, I should be a centurion

  Don’t be humiliated, you should be a centurion

   Sincere and brave, you should be a centurion

  In the end, he is a ghost, and he should be a centurion

  Perseverance, you should be a centurion

  Inspiring all the world, you should be a centurion——

   Suddenly, the thunder roared loudly, and it was immediately covered by the brazen low laughter of the soldiers.

   Soshyan walked into the hall cautiously. He wanted to take out the weapon, but found that he was empty-handed.

There are several rows of huge long tables in the hall. On both sides of the long tables, there are countless red and black armored warriors. They sit on the chairs and tap the tabletop with their fists. Many echoes make their voices vague, like It's telling those ancient legends, and it's like retelling the stories of those battles, those old wars that have long been lost in the stars.

   Soshyan always stared at them, staring at the vague figures, the ghosts of the old Legion.

  For some reason, tears burst into his eyes.

  Just as he was drunk in the singing, he heard someone calling his name, so he turned around and walked towards the far hall door.

  As he walked past a faceless statue, the cold wind was whimpering through the cascading arches.

  Why do they have no faces? Who deprived them of their faces?

  Beyond the arches, the continuous empty corridors spiraled into the summit. The sky was dim and there was no light. When he stared at them, they also stared back.

  He stopped at the threshold and turned around. The fighting brothers were still celebrating, and the slave laborers quickly shuttled at the feet of these giants in silence, sending more fuel for the celebration.

  He knew he should call them brothers, but it was difficult to say a word.

  After that, he walked out of the nearest arch, and the low temperature hit like hell, quietly swallowing the last ray of warmth.

  Soshyang stood against the frost-covered hard rock and took a deep breath, filling his lungs with biting cold air, and the pure darkness covered the world, like an endless void.

  He started to move deeper, as if he knew the way here.

  This fortress is so huge, as if it will never be filled, after all, it was originally prepared for a legion.

  He walked and walked, going farther and farther, and falling deeper and deeper.

  Human voices quietly ceased at some point, replaced by almost unrecognizable rhythms surging under the earth, ticking endlessly in the darkness.

  Buried energy pipelines melted the ice, they swirled and slipped on the rocks, and then froze into frost again.

Obviously, in the depths of the fortress are large reactors and foundries used to forge weapons. An inaudible roar faintly spread into his ears. This distant roar buried his heart deep in the strata. Was locked in a stagnant dream that would never wake up.

  This kind of illusory, ignorant feeling is very strange.

  Now, he neither knows where he is going, nor does he know why he continues to hike, only shadows accompany him.

  But he knows that he doesn't need flames to warm his heart now, because he is used to this cold feeling.

  The next moment, he froze in place, the hair on the back of his hand stood upright, and then quietly, he clenched his fist tightly.

  This corridor was dark and dark, and there was no living creature in sight. Soshyang squinted his eyes, raised his head slightly, and turned to the left, but the shadows there were also thick and he couldn't see.

  Something is there, to be precise, just ahead, even though he can't see anything, his senses still perceive something.

   may be some kind of ghost breath.

   Soshyang slowly leaned down, and walked forward on tiptoe. This passage suddenly became dangerous in his eyes.

   Soon, he found that his armor was making a noisy crashing sound, which made him feel very uncomfortable. If he took off this equipment, he could have moved forward quietly.

  At this time, he heard the sound coming from the front again, breathing, soft and deep-but he was not sure what it was.

   Soshyang crouched down, moved his center of gravity, ready to move on.

  But before that, a low, indifferent voice stopped him.

   "My son, you are here, stand up."

   Soshyan instinctively obeyed, this is a constraint from the depths of his genes.

  The curtain slowly opened, and a figure wandered out in the shadow of the castle.

  For a moment, Soshyang felt that what he saw was himself, an almost identical self, wearing a flame-shaped crown, and his eyes were like blue stars.

   Soshyang's eyes twitched slightly, but then he began to observe the characteristics that he was very clear but had never seen with his own eyes.

The face in front of me has 70% similar eyebrows to my own. The pale skin of the chin is painted with a red flame pattern. A bright red cloak is placed on the right shoulder. The pair of gloves are heavy blue-gray gloves, and the left hand is tight. Hold a wine glass tightly.

  Without any hesitation, Soshyang immediately knelt on one knee.

   "Enough, enough."

  The Eleventh Legion Primarch asked with a smile:

   "Why are you here?"

  But Soshyan couldn’t give the answer to this question either. Perhaps this is actually the traction of fate.

  Now he is standing here, facing the dead Geneplasma alone.

   "My son, I can see you, but the soldiers cannot. Have we crossed time and space and met at a certain moment."

  Xerxes said, moving closer, his eyes flashing strangely in the dark.

   "Or this is also a subspace trick."

   Soshyan did not dare to judge if he was joking.

   "My father, aren't you an illusion in my mind?"

   He hesitated to say, guarding against any offense in his language.

   "We have lost you."

  After a few seconds, Xerxes burst into laughter, and his cloak rustled.

   "Really, is that true."

   As he said, he retreated to the shadows, and the chill seemed to fade with it, but in reality it was only reduced by a fraction.

  At this time, Xerxes noticed the power armor on Soshyan, and he looked at it strangely.

  "Do you guys look like this in the future?"

Soshyang wanted to answer, but his head was empty, so he shook his head, which made the original body snorted in disappointment~www.wuxiaspot.com~ You know nothing, the memory is empty, I should have guessed it, It will definitely do tricks. "

The voice of the original body lowered, he turned half side, looking into the darkness, Soshyang was silent, the two hearts in his chest were under indescribable pressure, and the heartbeat became slow and low. Instinctive reaction to danger-even though no sword was pointed at him at the moment.

   "I don't know if you were sent to humiliate me or bring comfort to me, but since fate has brought you here, then listen well, listen carefully, and remember with your heart."

   Soshyang stood there, not daring to move half a step, he looked at his huge father who was wrapped in gorgeous armor in front of him.

   "Since I have passed away, you must be careful of those who print."

  Soshyang was stunned for a moment, his brain seemed to be no longer his own for some reason.

   "He doesn't—"

  The original body turned his head, and those sapphire-like eyes lit up.

   "Remember."

  The next moment, Soshyang opened his eyes.

  (End of this chapter)