The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"Ah--"

After a while, Soshyang found that his feet touched the ground again, and at the same time a painful hum came from him.

So he stretched out his hand and held Veronica's shaky body.

"It's okay."

"How could it be okay!"

The Spirit Race girl glared at him.

"Didn't you tell you not to use that power indiscriminately, to harm others and yourself."

"In order to get the storage film, I was impatient for a while."

At this time, Soshyan noticed that the golden rune in Veronica's palm, which was good before, was now cracked in the middle.

"this is--"

Veronica glanced at the rune, her expression a little lonely and regretful.

"The Prophet said, this is the legacy left by my parents, whom I have never met. It has saved me twice, and this is the last time."

"This... sorry, my promise is still valid. You helped me get those things. In the future, you can make a request to me personally."

"Hmph, then I want you to die and you go too."

Soshyang nodded solemnly.

"If you really ask for that, then when I complete my mission, I will immediately surrender myself."

The spiritual girl wrinkled her nose and made a face.

"Green skin only believes! You are so cunning, the ghost knows how long your mission will take, and your life can be long."

With that, she walked around behind Soshyan.

"You better look at your baby."

Hearing what she said, Soshyang was shocked, and then immediately took out the storage films.

The result made him distressed.

Of the ten storage tablets, four of them were torn along with the backpack. They were all serious injuries. I don't know if they can still be used.

"Oh, damn, I blamed me for being careless, careless, careless..."

"Okay, okay, don't sigh, it means that you are destined to take only six slices, which is already very good, now we have to consider something more realistic."

In fact, without Veronica's words, Soshyang quickly calmed down his mood, and it was not his character to be more self-satisfied.

"Where is it here?"

Soshyang glanced around and found that this place was different from before. There were still a small amount of natural landscape, including decayed trees, and only shrubs with dead branches. He could only carefully select himself in the mud pits everywhere. The way forward.

It seemed like a forest a long time ago. Considering the status quo of this place, it sounds incredible.

"It's very close to the core area."

Veronica took out the map again.

"Huh? Why did that spot of light become two?"

She noticed the bright spots on behalf of the green skin, and only two of them were still flashing.

"Forget it, no matter so much, we have to go in front."

The two of them walked forward, came to a high slope, and then looked down along the high slope, but they couldn't find any trace of exit at all.

What’s more weird is that there is a river here. The gloomy and turbid water roars downstream with an unstoppable momentum. It is haunted by the dim and unknown light from the sky like mottled amber, and the air by the water is full of fine gray clouds. Like ups and downs.

"Where does this river come from?"

Suo Shiyang asked suspiciously, but the Spirit Race girl shook her head.

"I can't tell. The space and time of this place cannot be estimated by common sense."

After speaking, she waved her hand to a clearing among the trees.

"Let's go there and have a look."

Then the two filed out from the forest, their agile and vigorous skills stared at the muddy and rugged underfoot, and the beam of light from the flashlight on Soshyang's shoulder tore the airtight shadows around them to pieces.

When passing by the river bank, Soshyang also reached out and picked up a broken dead branch and rotten leaves. The Tao Gang armor weighing more than a thousand catties gradually sank into the mud under his feet, but it did not affect his movements in the slightest.

"There is still a certain degree of freshness, this is definitely not something ten thousand years ago."

At this time, Veronica also stopped, poked the ground with the pointed tip of the staff in her hand, and called Soshyang:

"Big guy, look."

Soshyang walked forward quickly, a clearly visible footprint caught his eye, and its huge size dwarfed mortal boots.

"Green Skin also passed by here."

Soshyan came to the conclusion softly, his fingers carefully sketching the outline of the footprint.

"why?"

He couldn't help muttering to himself:

"All these years have passed, what else do they want from here? How do they pass on this secret from generation to generation?"

"It's hatred."

Veronica also stared at the huge footprints:

"The Great Prophet said that the battle of the past will determine the belonging of the galaxy in the next ten thousand years. If the Greenskins win, they will have a chance to get rid of the barbaric curse imprisoned on them, and let their civilization sublimate to a higher level. Level, but they have failed, and they are still wild beasts ever since. Regardless of whether they will gather a powerful force in the future, this opportunity will never be available again, so their hatred for this failure is deep Deep into the genes."

Soshyang sighed and looked around.

"But I didn't see any exit. Is there anything special about this place?"

"We have to cross the river first."

Veronica reached out her hand and pulled out the hardcover booklet with gold edging around her waist, and glanced at Soshyan beside her:

"Don't use your power again, I can't stand it."

Soshyang waved his hand in response, and then took a few steps back to reassure the opponent.

Veronica started to recite the mantra. At first she had only her clear voice, and then she added a low voice like an old woman. The tones of the two people’s words were coordinated strangely, and each mantra was eighth lower than the previous one. In the end, it turned into bursts of weird white noise that was indistinguishable--a strange sound and rhyme that was very different from any human language.

After that, Veronica raised the cane in her hand, the jewel on the tip of the cane was gleaming, and then flicked the magic sword, the blade pointed at the roaring waves of the river.

A few seconds passed, Veronica's singing was lowered by the violently expanded psychic energy, and the unparalleled force shook the earth, provoking a small-scale earthquake in the mud and sand.

boom--!

The two sounds of piercing the cloud and cracking stone exploded at the same time, Veronica drew the spell at the same time, and the fiery-red beam of light rose from the river bank under her feet, like a thousand rays of light gushing out of an underground cave.

Afterwards, the cruising beam of light was twisted into dozens of main shafts at the root, just like a crimson mangrove forest rising from the center of the raging waves.

At first, the water flow could easily penetrate the cluster of red light beams inserted in the heart of the river, but as Veronica repeated the previous edict again, the reverberating low-pitched mantra pressed the fiery red light beam into shape, and a wall of light was instantly pulled to the ground Rise.

Along with the dull and humid roar, the river was divided into two by the light wall blocking in front, one left and the other continued to rush forward.

Seeing the angry waves in front of him, Soshyang didn't rush or panic, let the turbid waves crash into his body and blocked Veronica behind him.

After a while, the raging waves stopped, and the two stepped onto the exposed riverbed—the wild waves of water boiled and transpired around them, turning into dull, filthy white smoke.

"I'm exhausted, I can borrow your shoulder to use it."

Wiping the sweat from her forehead lightly, Veronica lifted her feet into the air, and then gently sat on Soshyang's left shoulder.

Stubbornly resisting the urge to scold the opponent, Soshyang could only take Veronica wading through the knee-deep quagmire, and walked slowly toward the middle of the river bed-fortunately, Veronica didn’t sit and waved. With the magic sword, he used his psychic energy to dig through the annoying silt in front of him.

When she finally reached the heart of the river, Veronica used her formula to call out the blazing flames, causing the mud to boil and splash in an instant, and a raging stench of steam was surging.

In just a few minutes, a silver-colored light gleamed in the mud, reflecting Soshyang's face brightly.

Feeling the power of the subspace rushing around~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Soshyan suddenly realized that this looking very fragile alien girl is actually a very terrifying psionicist, and all kinds of spells almost only need one hand to capture The simple idea of ​​—— this power seems to have become an extension of self-will to the world.

If it were not for him, he felt that no one in the battle group could deal with this female alien, so he always reminded himself not to be deceived by appearance-this is definitely an extremely dangerous alien!

Besides, apart from the alien identity, psionic energy is always a dangerous double-edged sword in his eyes.

For a long time, Talos often laughed at him for being indistinguishable between ‘psionic power’ and ‘witchcraft’, but every time he asked rhetorically, Talos himself could not tell the subtle difference between the two.

For thousands of years, various psionic organizations including the think tank sanctuary have used obscure language and mysterious symbols to whitewash their own disciplines and rules. They firmly believe that by performing a series of tedious and complicated rituals, they can maintain the spellcaster’s The soul is pure-Soshyan can't agree with this kind of humble opinion.

So far, Soshyang has always believed that there is no effective way to separate purity and filth. Everything in the world is always difficult to distinguish between black and white, and there are shadows under the blazing sun.