The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"Alien die!"

When the enemy meets, there is no need to say more. In Soshyan's roar, the battle began.

The gloomy Necrolord also slaughtered towards Soshyang, leaving behind a string of dragged shadows.

Suddenly, the pyramid shook with a loud noise, and the artificial gravity field inside it became chaotic and undulating.

Soshyang was shaken to a halt, while Necrolord Apofas jumped up from the ground as if he had no bones and rushed in front of Soshyang, using his charged scepter to release a series of brutality. Chop.

In an instant, a large amount of liquid metal gushed out from Soshyan's side like a fountain.

Apofas fell straight down, one of its knees was cut off, and silver liquid poured out from the scar on his armor.

The Necrolord didn't seem to realize what was happening, and struggled to get up.

Soshyang walked behind the opponent and pierced right behind Apophas with the Sacred Flame Sword, and the tip of the sword surrounded by dim flames and amber lightning filled the life talisman that decorated the chest of the undead. The office exploded.

The impaled Necrolord convulsed, and its death mask twisted around as if screaming silently.

Soshyang stretched out his hand, grabbed the opponent's metal skull, and then slammed hard.

The sturdy skull was like a crushed egg. Various parts and liquid splashed Soshyan, but he didn't care.

Just as Soshyang threw the broken bones from the blade to the ground, he suddenly felt a wave of malice, as if there was a pair of eyes full of blazing cold hatred staring at him in the dark.

He turned around, but only saw Talos ran out of the tunnel, his neck seemed to be colored.

"Why did you rush in by yourself? You are about to drive your **** kids crazy."

Knowing that Talos was coming in to find himself, Soshyang hummed, then bent down and picked up Apoface's scepter.

"This should be the owner of this tomb."

"If you get rid of it, quickly withdraw, this ghost place is going to collapse!"

"Um...."

Suddenly, Soshyang, who had just opened his legs, moved in his heart, and some broken memories slipped into the depths of his brain.

The Meenak dynasty, the French emperor, the duty, the thieves, and...

Something important!

"What's wrong?"

Talos turned around and saw Soshyan standing in a daze, staring at the scepter in his hand.

"Things... I'm afraid it's not as simple as we thought."

"What did you see again?"

"The one I killed just now is already a puppet. He was wiped out of his consciousness by another of his kind not long ago, and his kind of kind came here to steal something very important."

"It sounds like you are looking for trouble again."

Talos glanced at the liquid metal gathered under Soshyang's feet, and then shook his head.

"Also, I remember a guy said that you'd better not use your power in front of the dead."

"Well, I forgot, but it should be fine once."

Talos made the look that you were teasing me.

"An ancient Tyra writer said that as long as a gun appears in the story, it will fire."

"Maybe he just said, didn't you always hate Ada, why do you suddenly take them seriously?"

While talking, the two had already run out of the pyramid.

The fierce battlefield was already much quieter at this moment, only the wreckage covered with ground and the black ruins that burned and collapsed.

Not long after Soshyang's front foot left, the huge pyramid sank into the endless abyss before it floated amidst a rumbling sound, and even escaped into the place where they came with the alien shapes.

"Brother Soshyan!"

Not long after the alien retreated, Malakin walked out of the inspection station with the weepers.

The two hadn't seen each other for a long time, and then gave a brief hug.

"I knew you would come."

Seeing Malakin, whose armor was covered with cracks and scratches and a few scars on his face, Soshyan suddenly felt sad.

The luck of the son of San Giles seemed really bad.

"We once made a blood oath to watch each other, didn't we."

Malakin smiled. Although he looked tired, he was very energetic.

"Where are those damned Minotaurs?"

"They are still on track."

Later, Soshyan informed Malakin of everything that happened in the future.

After listening to it, the weeper's battle group commander nodded with a sudden realization.

"I have guessed before that their target is likely to be you, but I believe you must have a way."

"I can only say that luck is pretty good."

At this time, the soldiers had begun to clean the battlefield, and at the same time, a large transport plane and Thunder Eagle slowly descended from the sky, giving priority to transporting the wounded soldiers back to the orbiting warship.

In addition, the soldiers searched for relatively complete undead weapons or vehicle wrecks on the battlefield according to Soshyan's instructions.

Having been in contact with representatives of various casting worlds for some time, he knew that there is a gray trade in the mechanical education system. The main goal is these alien technologies. Many famous large casting worlds have participated, but they will cover up and use various methods. avoid.

To do this kind of alien technology transaction, it is often necessary to find one or even several middlemen, and this kind of person hides extremely well.

But Dietrian, happened to know such a few people.

According to him, Huangquan No. 8 and Faertong have recently become more enthusiastic about Necromancer technology than ever before. If they can get a batch of good-quality items, they can buy it at a good price.

And Talos also has a way. He is the only Midnight Lord who can come into contact with the mysterious casting world Ulan Ruda~www.wuxiaspot.com~ According to him, this casting world is also obsessed with the creation of the undead. Shiyang needs, then he can find a way to contact.

Therefore, Soshyan will naturally not let go of those dead aliens, at least they can contribute a little more to the empire (combat).

In these difficult moments, there is always more to think of something, which even Malakin can understand.

While they were waiting to clean the battlefield, Malakin inadvertently mentioned the scene he had seen underground.

Hearing that the civil war broke out between the undead, Soshyang thought of the "thief" he called in the broken consciousness, and that very important thing.

Although reason told him, the best measure now is to wait for everyone to return to orbit, and then use an extinction order to destroy the world.

But deep in his heart, it seemed that there was always a voice motivating him, making him think of other things, filling him with unspeakable curiosity, making him sure to figure things out, but it was not so clear.

After thinking about it, Soshyang finally made a decision--