The Emperor’s Angel of Death

The archangel forced himself to take a step in the snow, then stood still, gritted his teeth and held his breath.

He slowly turned his head and looked behind him.

A black wolf stood on the white snow, with black fur, blood-colored snout, and blood dripping with wounds.

It looked at him, eyes reflecting like silver coins in the moonlight.

"Ruth--"

As soon as he opened his mouth, the wolf jumped up and overwhelmed the sound of the wind with a howl.

The smell of blood was sucked into his nose, and his fangs approached his neck, but it was not San Giles, but Soshyan.

Realizing that the wolf is approaching him, he quickly backed away.

But it disappeared in the blink of an eye, as if the action just now was just a warning.

And somewhere, far in the sky and close in front of him, San Giles' hand flipped the next card.

Starlight and firelight, a throne rose from the steel deck, and a world was ignited by explosions rippling on the surface.

San Giles stood tall, forcing himself to stand up from where he fell.

There was silence around, and shadows wrapped around the pillars listed in the room, hiding the walls.

At a high altitude, the flag hangs by the chain of bones.

He knows this place, even though it has been several years since he last came here, its soul has not changed at that time-this is the "Vengeful Soul", the flagship of Horus.

"Who are you?"

A voice came from the throne in front of the burning world.

San Giles raised his head.

A shadow was sitting on the throne, light entwining it, and swaying icy lightning flashed on its edge, like an approaching storm.

"Who are you? Whose ghost came to my royal court?"

The sound was like a knife filed on a dry head.

The man on the throne got up and heard the creak of the armor and the hiss of the blade. The shadow of the envelope was flowing away from the armor, and Soshyan could see a face emerging from the darkness, pale, burning on it. Lit by the flame crown.

The sound was confined to the edge of the scream, and the whimper followed, and the man took a step forward.

"my brother……"

San Gilles gasped, the man gradually getting bigger as he walked forward, swelling upwards and outwards.

The ashes fell along with his steps, and the scene of the room burst open. Beyond this, Soshyang could catch a glimpse of the world and vision extending beyond the end of his vision.

The sea of ​​crowds bowed to the ground, and the iron fire machine surrounded it. The Eye of the Forge chose the next victim to be dragged into the sky.

The towering human figure stood in the shadows of the gods, covered in skin and silk, and his blood-stained hands and eyes were dull and unkind.

"Ah, it's my brother."

The man said, standing in front of San Giles, stretching out the claws of flames and blades.

"I saw you dive into the future looking for hope..."

Bladed fingers encircled San Giles.

"Look at me, know that I am here, I am here, witness me, knowing that I am the future, is the only hope you can find."

Then the finger snapped together.

Soshyan felt extremely painful for a moment, and in reality, San Giles' fingers flipped the last card.

Suddenly, it rained.

Soshyan could feel the rain pouring on his face, and the painful sight of the past still haunted him, but as the cold rain soaked into his skin, the feeling disappeared.

A bolt of lightning pierced the sky, and San Giles looked up at the light for a long time, then nodded slightly, as if accepting the inevitability he had witnessed.

"After we have done everything, our future will still be like this..."

He whispered to himself, lightning illuminates the surrounding land, instantly filling the valley with black shadows, and the distant mountains submerged in light.

In front of them, there was an almost collapsed castle. Soshyan blinked. If he didn't admit his mistake, this was the remains of the monastery fortress at Nathan IV.

In his confusion and shock, San Giles has strode into it.

Shadows spread on the damp stone slab, an angel wearing a crown, a ghost from ten thousand years later, almost walking side by side...

When San Giles walked through the gate, the raindrops disappeared.

In the center of the dilapidated assembly hall, the flames burned with fallen branches, the damp wood was bubbling with sparks and smoke, and above it was the broken roof, battered by wind and rain.

A man was sitting in front of the fire, with a spiral sword inserted diagonally on the fire.

The man in front of the fire was dressed in metal armor and a black cloak. The crown on his head was a silver ring, and his face was wearing a silver mask without any expression. A halberd was placed beside him, and a half glass of wine was in his hand. .

The man stared at the flame blankly, and the reflected firelight pulsed in the dark eyes.

He looks like a lost king, like every king who has been remembered in stories or songs-neither sitting on a throne nor wearing a golden armor, but alone, sitting in the kingdom In the last remnant.

As if perceiving the sound of footsteps, the mysterious man looked up at San Giles, his eyes full of fatigue.

"You are still looking for a way out."

The man said softly, and Soshyang felt that voice was inexplicably familiar for some reason.

"All the time, you have been trying to explore different roads, a road that can turn the future into different directions, but nothing changes every time, and you are still looking for it."

"Do you blame me for seeking hope?"

San Giles asked rhetorically.

The man shook his head and looked at the flame.

"How can I blame others for such behavior?"

The archangel looked up, and another flash of lightning outside the cracked roof made the sky white.

"So this is all that's left? Disaster is coming to me and waiting? Destiny has become inevitable?"

The man by the fire raised his head, his eyes suddenly sharp.

"It has always been the price we paid."

"Blood..."

San Giles couldn't help whispering.

"And killing,"

The man said, picking up the wine glass and holding it to the lips of the metal mask. The liquid in the glass was dark and thick.

"sacrifice……"

"...And, death."

Outside the castle, thunder and lightning flashed.

"exactly."

The man did not drink, but put down the wine glass.

"Exactly, but who is it? When? Between the present and the future? None of this is written on the back of the card.

As he said, the man took off his mask, and Soshyang opened his mouth suddenly.

That face turned out to be himself!

He slowly stood up, and his skin was gradually covered in a surging ball of silver metal, and he kept pulling up and up—

"Your testimony, destruction and rebirth, old dreams, will eventually reverberate!"

In Soshyang's shocked gaze, that "he" turned into a terrifying, star-like metal god, with his hands raised up as if to lift the clouded sky.

The next moment, frantic lightning struck the **** in the air, the light covered the line of sight, and the thunder engulfed the sound.

Soshyang fell all the way in horror, and the roar of the collapse also fell with him...

After a while~www.wuxiaspot.com~ he fell into another room, the flame of the candle swayed in the air, and the smoke rose from the cards caught in the flame on the table.

Archangel burned all the cards, leaving only the last one.

And in the silence, he was alone and unaware, San Giles' tears formed in his eyes, and finally shed his cheeks.

Soshyang opened his eyes again, he was still in his private room, sitting on a chair, but the cards in his hand had turned into countless small black fragments.

"San Giles, what the **** are you going to tell me..."

Suddenly, he recalled the spiral sword. Although he didn't pay much attention to it at the time, when he thinks about it now, the sword seems to be very similar to the Sacred Yan sword.

"Is it related to the Sacred Yan sword?"

Thinking about it, Soshyang decided to wait until he returned to his home planet. He had a lot of questions and needed to consult Brother Said before he could decide.

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