The Emperor’s Angel of Death

   Chapter 727

   "Where are the selected candidates."

  When the death knell messenger speaks, his voice is like boiling hot oil.

   "They are here."

  In the distance, under the **** of several tall warriors, dozens of fear-faced children were bound by ropes and sent to the giant holding a bronze bell.

  Bevel is one of them. He was originally just an ordinary child and his father was a doctor, but in this early morning, the world he knew was torn apart.

  These terrifying giants visited his home with a deadly plague and destroyed everything about him, including his parents.

  Now, he must also face the choice of fate.

   "Kneel down."

  A majestic voice was heard, and all the children knelt on the gravel on the ground at the same time.

  The bronze bell giant walked to a child, looked at him for a while, and then touched the other’s face with his hand.

"what--!"

  The next moment, the child screamed fiercely, his face began to quickly breed chickenpox and scars, and then his whole body.

  He scratched himself painfully, even tore off his skin a little bit. This scene scared some children to pee—literally.

  When he fell to the ground and rotted a third, he didn't even breathe, and the giant had already arrived in front of another child.

   "Too fragile."

  After the cruel ruling, it was another more cruel death.

  "The blood relationship is impure, and there is a slight tendency to change."

   "Cowardly."

   "Despicable."

   "Pamper yourself."

  …………

  Finally, when we arrived at Beeville, ten children had “dead” before that. Although they have not died yet, there is no difference between their appearance and death—perhaps death is more merciful.

  When the giant bronze bell came before him, Bivir realized that the other party was so huge, and the body was much larger than she had imagined, scattering an astonishing halo, making him want to gasp.

  He wanted to divert his gaze, but the opponent's yellow eyes were staring at him.

   "I am not afraid of you!"

   After plucking up the courage to say this sentence, the other party just gave him a sarcastic look, as if to say, don’t give me this set.

  The next second, the giant bronze bell slammed his chin and lifted it up, fixing it in the armor of the rusty hand armor, causing his gaze to continue for a while.

  Bevel had to look back at the opponent, and then he found himself in a terrible world.

  In that world, the dead reappeared. Their facial features were already distorted. Before their eyes were so hollow, their limbs were twisting stiffly, as if trying to crawl forward to survive—no, they were all dead.

  The rotting skin was so loose on the head, the things in the eye sockets were already lost at this time, and the disgusting white pus was constantly flowing out.

They moved forward and swayed, and every time they took a step, the flesh and blood cracked, revealing the scene underneath—the rotten and black flesh continued to slide down from the body along with the stench, and new ones grew from the gap. The tissue, covering the bones stained with green oil, will continue to decay and fall off with the next activity.

  In this cycle of corruption, everything is so desperate and so fearful.

  In the distance, the huge demons laughed. Every time they breathe in, their belly will burst, and every breath will bring out a stinking cloud, which is full of flies as big as human heads.

Beeville is in this decaying garden. He just wants to escape desperately, but the fallen corpse keeps standing up, searching for the living people around, trying to catch him, tear him, and devour him until it turns into A corpse as broken as them.

  The boy climbed up a hill, his boots were already stained with dirt on the ground, and his clothes were incomplete, stained with pus and oil.

   Then, he saw—

  The demon in the middle, no, it seems to be a god, respected by the demons around, and replied with fatherly love.

  It shakes a twisted spire, like stirring a pot of thick soup, and the whole earth rises and falls, meaning and laws are destroyed. Existence is just the kindness it bestows. If he wants, everything will be corrupted!

  Bevel heard the call of his parents and told him of kindness.

  So, the last trace of sanity disappeared.

  How long has it passed? For one hour, one day, one hundred years, nothing seemed to happen.

  Everything in the garden was smiling, twisting, and profaning. They were smiling, watching, playing, and serving, while Beeville watched and praised.

   "Very good, a qualified person."

  The bronze bell giant loosened Beeville's chin, and at this moment the boy's forehead was already marked with a profanity.

   "Be favored by the immortal father, you will plant the sacred seed in the future and become our brother."

   chanting the loud oath, the bronze bell made three roars.

   "Engarta, the ferryman, urgent order."

  Suddenly, a warrior strode over, surrounded by a group of flies, buzzing.

  The wet parchment of the death knell messenger opened, and immediately made a surprised sound.

   "Amiji Dorten?"

  At this moment, a soldier behind him seemed to have guessed something and whispered:

  "Command from Primarch."

  Ngarta gave a light cough and waved to the soldiers escorting the boys.

  "The harvest will continue. Sergeant Mita will take over my duties."

   Then he summoned the warrior who had given the order to his side, and the two walked to a secluded corner.

   "You must know some news, right?"

   "I heard something, brother, but they are just rumors."

"Tell me."

  The death knell messenger belched and spit out a bunch of wriggling maggots.

   "It is said that the sacred garden is suddenly angry, and the original body has received the order to find something."

  As early as a week ago, the news spread to the Legion like a plague. Somehow, it crossed the huge gap in no space. It was heard and relayed, and some doubts arose.

  After all, the Primarch has not given orders to the Legion for a long time. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

   "But the place in Armageddon, you know, is so eye-catching. The bloodthirsty lunatics of the 12th Legion are still ashamed of their sad father's failure."

  The helmet of the warrior who conveyed the command split a gap, revealing a thin barb-like tooth, like a bloodthirsty eel.

   "So, without you reminding us, we all know what happened there... But the Primarch ordered us to find something, but it didn't let us conquer the world. Maybe. We can try to make a deal with those guys."

   "Those guys—"

  Ngarta nodded thoughtfully.

   "It's a way, just do it, let Nuruddin contact them, and say that all prices are easy to negotiate, but we must get the information we need!"

The messenger nodded, turned and left, and the buzzing flies left and followed.

  The death knell messenger stands in the shadows, his eyes are shining, and he seems to be thinking about something—

  "If the last daughter of Isha offered her to her loving father, then I would definitely be able to embark on the path of glory!"

  (End of this chapter)