The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"Sablin, rest.... Take a rest, I'm about to break my leg."

"If you stop, they will catch us."

Sablin yelled, his cellmate just shook his head, removed the seal of the filter mask and raised his wide eyes.

After climbing a hundred meters of vertical rock wall, he was exhausted.

In desperation, they can only rest for a few minutes.

Then they walked into the passage that symbolized hope. The claustrophobic corridor full of dust and rocks was one of hundreds of enclosed mineral layers, a long, low-lying scarred by a pickaxe and laser cutter for decades. Short space.

It is at the edge of the equipment area and leads to a substation.

At the end of the passage is a wooden gate, which looks like no one has used it for a long time.

Sablin listened for a while, and after confirming that there was no movement, he slowly pushed away and walked in with Mir.

It was dark inside, but the outlines of those large-scale equipment could be seen vaguely. Because the elevator shaft was abandoned, this place was also abandoned.

He took off his mask and took a breath of heavy dusty air.

Just before he was about to say that they were saved, the lights of the substation suddenly turned on, and the dazzling bright light made Sablin subconsciously raise his arm.

Blindly, he could hear voices bounced strangely in the narrow space-footsteps, and voices.

He recognized the voice, the boss of the Great Eagle Gang, George Sanchez.

"Where are you going in the name of Tyra, little boy?"

George Sanchez is a middle-aged man in his thirties. He doesn't look very vicious, even a gentleman. He wears a decent beard and his hair is shiny with oil.

Even he wore the same uniform as outside, instead of the tattered prison clothes of other people, all of which seemed to confirm all speculations about his transcendent identity.

He looked at Sablin as if he were a teacher, his teeth white because of his smile.

And around him, there were three or four burly men, who didn't have any weapons in their hands--in fact, they didn't need any weapons because of their physique.

George Sanchez clapped his hands, walked straight to them, followed closely behind him, and walked through the enclosed space together.

"This...what happened?"

Mill was almost dumbfounded.

"Run! Turn around!"

"You deal with this."

George Sanchez ordered his two men, and they immediately jumped from the boss and grabbed Mir, trying to press him against the wall.

Sablin turned around and ran, knowing that Mill was not saved.

It's not that he didn't talk about loyalty. If he died too, then no one would come back for revenge.

After realizing that he was abandoned, Mill yelled loudly, but Sablin didn't look back.

But he wasted a lot of energy before, making his hands and feet far less swift.

When he staggered accidentally, George Sanchez grabbed him, grabbed his prisoner's back collar, slammed his fist on his shoulder and dragged him to the root of the wall.

"Twisted little bastard."

George Sanchez sipped contemptuously and slammed Sablin in the stomach with his fist.

The thin boy bent down, and the air was squeezed out of his lungs. He wanted to stand firm and gasped, so he instinctively grabbed George Sanchez's arm.

The big eagle helped the old man throw him to the ground and watched him mockingly.

"I heard that you ate a lot of my food, right?"

George Sanchez grabbed Sabrin's greasy black hair and forced him to look at him.

With a little light, Sablin saw that the two scumbags were killing Mir. The fool was too scared to fight back. The two kept laughing and kicking his face with their boots—before he fell, his face was already Completely blurred.

Shame and anger surged in the boy's body, and his gurgling breath was stuck.

"The little boy is also good."

Suddenly, George Sanchez showed an obscene smile, his clean face twisted in the shadows.

"Let me see how you develop."

As he said, his hand began to touch Sablin's lower body.

At first, Sablin looked horrified, but at the moment when George Sanchez was most relaxed, his eyes burned.

The next moment, his roar turned into a wild roar.

"Go to hell!"

He shook his arm violently and stroked George Sanchez's neck.

Immediately, the crime-exhausted man staggered back, clutching his neck, and blood began to spill between his fingers.

And between Sablin’s fingers, there was a sharp thumb-length blade with a drop of blood hanging on it——

"Kill—"

George Sanchez's eyes widened, his arm tremblingly pointed towards Sablin, and the thugs panicked and rushed up with a roar.

Suddenly, the gate of the substation burst open, and everyone was shocked by the loud noise.

When they turned their heads, they saw a huge figure occupying the entire gate.

"Is it bothering you?"

This is a giant, a giant in thick silver-gray armor. Others present may not know it, but George Sanchez recognized it at first sight.

Astart.

He staggered, trying to escape, but Sablin tripped him, and then, in his horrified gaze, pierced the blade into his temple.

George Sanchez, just died like that.

"You have the courage to kill people in front of me."

The giant said with a smile, tore open the door frame with his bare hands, and walked in.

Sablin just stared at him.

"Do you know who I am?"

"I don't know."

"But you don't seem surprised."

The corners of Sablin's eyes twitched, and his headache began to worsen.

"...You are a nightmare."

"Oh oh, then we have a lot of fate."

The giant glanced at Mill's uncooled body, and then asked plainly:

"Why do you steal something to eat? If you don't do this, he might not die."

"I'm looking for something to eat because I'm hungry."

The giant turned his head and looked down at the thin and pale boy, and the boy looked back at him, with only unyielding and defiant eyes.

"Nice look."

Suddenly, there was a chuckle from under the helmet, and then the soldier took it off, revealing his face as pale as the boy.

He is Talos who is implementing the secret conscription plan.

"I saw your every move through the monitor. Do you understand what is happening?"

The boy just shook his head.

"You were selected, that's why I appeared."

The boy was still puzzled, but Talos did not intend to explain.

"In the future, a great power will wake up from within you. It is a power that can scare small mortals. Of course, the premise is that you can overcome those trials."

"Trial?"

"I have found ninety-nine people similar to you. You are the last one. Starting today, you will have no name. You only have a number, 100."

"No! You can't take my name away!"

"Of course I can."

Talos glanced back at the shivering men.

"Unless you are going to die here."

Sablin thought for a while, and finally did not resist.

"Okay, then so be it."

Talos turned, and the boy followed him and walked towards the torn door.

Halfway through, Talos suddenly pulled out the blasting gun, banging a few shots to kill all the gang thugs who were still in shock.

During this process, Sablin hardly saw it, and when he realized what was happening ~www.wuxiaspot.com~Talos' gun had already been retracted into the holster.

"This—"

"This is power, understand?"

The Son of Midnight grinned, then slowly stepped into the darkness.

"But don't rush to be happy, there will be a very cruel and interesting game waiting for you soon. Only a maximum of 20 of a hundred candidates have a chance to gain this kind of power. Look forward to it~"

Sablin was stunned, and memories of the past flooded into his mind.

Bloody childhood, humble street life, betrayal, deceit, killing, everything revolved in his mind, and he suddenly realized that if he mastered the power, then all these would leave him.

In the end, the hesitation in his eyes disappeared.

The former Sablin, the current No. 100, stepped firmly into the boundless darkness——

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