The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"here is--"

As soon as he entered the miniature portal, the sorrowful singing in his ears also climbed to the top of the high voice at the same time-Soshyang realized that they were close to the birthplace of singing.

This is a mysterious passage full of brilliance. With the dim optical cables embedded in the two walls of the ghost fire, the two turned a few more bends in the corridor and stepped into a domed ring room.

But then, the scene in the room was so shocked that Soshyang stopped at the hallway, which aroused Veronica's screams of disgust and fear.

The cyan optical cable that gathered from all directions into the ring room snaked around, confining a thin green skin in the middle of the floor tiles, and the turbulent blue tongue immersed him in it, and his neck was trembling backwards. His prawn-like, scorched and bubbling hands were turned into stern beast claws by the extreme pain, and every inch of his skin was cooked into a thick soup on the stove.

And its face is even more shocking, the melting and disappearing eyeballs left a pair of hollow eye sockets behind him, the severely distorted face is creepy, and the painful roar constantly pouring out of his wailing voice.

No matter how he tried, he couldn't escape this endless torture. Even though his body was constantly twisting and shrinking because of pain, he still couldn't move his feet away from where the optical cables converge.

"The emperor is here, what's the situation!?"

Soshyang slowly approached the green skin of the blazing flames, and a burst of icy aura overflowed from his surroundings, allowing him to travel freely in the heat of a prairie prairie.

When only a short distance from each other, the singing seemed full of deceit. After listening carefully to the melody, he realized that the truth was actually hidden under a layer of man-made disguise-Green Skin was indeed screaming, undoubtedly witchcraft. The miserable voice becomes like honey.

So he stretched out his hand, intending to find out among the swaying flames.

The etheric energy and the Desolate Realm launched a fierce contest, knocking out bursts of strong and powerful spiritual waves.

"He was used as a fuel, turned into a living battery."

Veronica looked at the ring pattern under the green leather feet from a distance, while removing the noise mixed with screams and movements in her ears, she studied the working principle of this kind of energy prison.

"He is supplying energy for this area. This design is quite original... I said why a green skin was suddenly missing."

"Ingenuity? I think it's crazy and desperate."

Soshyang shook his head, drew the plasma pistol from his waist, and aimed it at the center of Green Skin's brow.

"Don't don't don't."

Veronica hurriedly stopped and said:

"His death will interrupt the energy cycle here."

"What's the meaning?"

Soshyan put away his gun.

"He is just a small node in the entire psionic energy system. If the continuity of this system is hurriedly terminated..."

The spirit girl raised her head and scanned the arch above her head.

"The whole area will also be paralyzed, trapping us here, blocking all the roads leading to its core."

"The whole area?"

Soshyan inserted the gun back into the holster.

"What are these rooms? These are all made by the spirit race?"

"I previously guessed that it was made by the spirit race of Beyetan, but now it seems...it should be that the ancient green skin used some technology of Beyetan."

Veronica pointed to the winding carvings all around.

"These are runes that have been transformed by green leather. They are the same as those we have seen by the river, but they are not the same. I saw a small amount of green leather text. Obviously they were obtained from Beyetan a long time ago. This short-distance transmission technology has created..."

She hesitated for a moment, not daring to be sure of her judgment arbitrarily.

"... built some kind of temple, perhaps a ritual altar? The reason why Green Skin returned to this place at this moment, mostly intends to take these secrets and powers as his own."

"There is some powerful weapon hidden here? Some strange thing?"

"I don't know."

Soshyang nodded slightly, stepped away from the scorching human figure in the middle of the room, and walked towards the curved wall and the forbidden spells engraved in the floor tiles.

Veronica walked beside him, gently brushing her fingers across the ancient wall.

"These rooms are very old, it can even be said to be quite old. If the runes here can be printed carefully, they will be of great value."

"We don't have so much time."

Hearing Soshyan's conversation, Veronica sighed and looked away from the runes.

"Now we can't act rashly. If we destroy the fragile energy balance, all the rooms around will be sealed off and once again escape into the boundless darkness."

Veronica's gaze penetrated the barrier of the material horizon, casting a bright blue shadow on her pupils.

After a while, she came back to her senses and said:

"Also, this area is not entirely within the realm of reality."

Then she tapped with her sword on the fluorescent floor.

"This material is not a 100% physical creation of the universe. It can be roughly understood as a complex of reality and illusion. After removing the entities contained in it, most of the remaining mass comes from the existence of other planes."

After listening, Soshyang shook his head in confusion.

"what are you saying?"

"It doesn’t matter if you don’t understand. Anyway, as long as you know that this material does not come from the universe we live in, so you can isolate all the predictions and divinations of this galaxy. Things...how did those Oks do it back then?"

Veronica took a last glance at the tortured green skin ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and stepped forward, into the corridor on the opposite side of the room.

"Let's go."

When the two broke into the next room, more singing came from the darkness, so Soshyan couldn't help but have a strange illusion-is he in a magnificent underground theater?

The flat rhyme of the singing voice is familiar and creepy, and many of the words and rhymes in the music are exactly the same as the poems used to describe beliefs-as if the once pure and single simple values ​​were divided at some point in the past. Two, half continued to flow forward and evolve, while the other half fell into the abyss of distortion and turned into a mixed blood deformity outside the evil spirits.

After the two followed the blue line under their feet for more than an hour, the terrain under their feet began to turn from downhill to uphill, and the steps began to become more towering.

They began to walk up the steps, and every half a minute or so, they would pass by a huge statue-they were all giant Ouke wearing luxurious armor, each wearing a huge silver horned helmet and a giant axe in their hands. And weapons remain as new after thousands of years.

I don’t know why, seeing their lifelike faces, Soshyan felt that they would move again in the next moment, roar again, and kill again——