The Emperor’s Angel of Death

At the boundary of the hazy star field, a gap was suddenly opened in the dark void, and against the background of a little bit of starlight, a bright gem slipped out of the gap.

Ark World Usvi, just leaving the concealed portal exit, but without any intention of stagnation, he rushed to the next working portal without stopping.

But less than five minutes after it entered the physical universe, a supernatural foul wind roared out, instantly enclosing the entire Ark world.

For the first time, several layers of protective shields were raised, protecting the Ark World and the residents inside from the physical and spiritual levels.

Just as the Ark World began to speed up and leave, a thick beam of light mixed with a huge current hit from a distance, slamming against the thick barrier of the Ark World, making it sway like a small boat in the storm.

The Ark World was not to be outdone, and the backhand was a brilliant counterattack, soul concussion cannon, whirlpool cannon, laser cannon-all kinds of large-caliber killers fired at the attackers one after another.

In the distance, a fleet with a dark green main color was approaching quickly. When the fire of the Ark World struck, they dispersed one after another, but there were still several battleships hit and instantly turned into ruins.

But there are hundreds of them, and this damage is not a threat.

Then they launched a more ferocious offensive, like a pack of wolves hunting bison, desperately tearing the shield of the Ark World.

If they are given enough time, even the barrier that Usvina has not breached for tens of thousands of years will eventually collapse.

Therefore, all the spirit races in the Ark World are mobilized, and everyone has their own responsibilities and positions, but it is strange that the most prestigious one here has never appeared—

The fighting outside was in full swing, and in a dim theater in the depths of the Ark World, a figure sat alone in an empty auditorium.

The performance here has just reached the climax.

Suddenly, a living, thin metal figure appeared in the middle of the theater.

Its whole body is wrapped in slowly creeping ragged clothes, its fragile arms stretched forward, and the harlequins illuminated by the starlight slowly twisted in the air, one after another with a low voice in the theater. Chorused--

"Ingel, Ingel."

That figure exudes an atmosphere of suffocating despair and hatred.

It rotated slowly, and the long, faceless heads looked at the only spectator in the auditorium one by one.

Soon, the ghost slowly stretched out its hand, its fingers were long and thin, and then gently held the head of a harlequin with a weird mask on its face with its hands—they are just playing It is the ancient sage.

The harlequin immediately became stiff, the accessories on his body dimmed with the flickering, and finally lost its light completely.

Soon, it floated motionlessly in the air like a corpse. The Ingael floated slowly over the heads of the harlequins like death, stretching out its corpse-like palms, one after another. Extinguished the light of the harlequin who played the ancient sage.

Their motionless "corpses" floated in mid-air, and their whispering chorus became more distant and elusive with the demise of each ancient sage.

Around the theater, the Ingels, played by four harlequins in rags, began to imitate this slow and deadly dance.

Soon, the theater was shrouded in total darkness.

A few seconds later, a colorful ball of light rushed into the middle of the theater, and various colors danced frantically in the surrounding air.

It was a graceful figure, and the facial makeup on his head showed the sneerful face of Laughing God.

The laughter echoed in the vault, and appeared extremely high and clear in the previous ghostly whispers.

Ingel stopped its slow dance, its blindly staring at the intruder who disturbed its star feast, only with body language, this figure exuded pure hatred.

It began to float towards Laughing God, and the sterling silver arms stretched out.

As it gradually approached, it finally held the head of the trembling Laughing God with thin fingers.

Its epilepsy became more and more violent. One by one, those bright colors and smiling faces began to disappear gradually, until the harlequin lost its color and fell into silence, and its stiff body fell from the air like a stone and hit the theater floor. Make a dull sound.

But a second later, laughter resounded through the vault again.

The fallen body on the theater floor was actually a harlequin in tattered clothes. Another Ingel under the vault suddenly burst with colorful light, revealing the fact that it is the **** of laughter.

It smiled and bent down when the floating metal ghost faced it again.

Once again, as Gail floated forward, his arms stretched out, and again, it swallowed a member of its unclean kind, mistakenly thinking it was the **** of laughter.

Time and time again, Laughing God took the ghost image away from the target, and the complicated dance led it to its compatriots.

The brilliance around the metal figure was dimmed by the screaming faces of its murdered compatriots, and its originally elegant and precise movements began to mess up until they became disorganized.

On the stage, the slender and weird face suddenly turned left and right, trying to find the real body of the Laughing God, and the unclean energy absorbed from the other Ingaer's bodies was flying above his head like a halo of dark light.

Its body became extremely large, and the energy radiated from its body filled the theater with bursts of static electricity.

But the laughter of the enemy who was a **** seemed to be coming from every direction.

Ingel's metal body showed a skeleton face that symbolized the crime of murder, and then screamed and rushed in all directions.

Its madness is so strong that it can even be felt in the air, making the pressure inside the theater seem to exceed the critical point.

Every time I blink, Laughing God seems to dance a colorful vertigo dance behind it, in front of it, on and under it.

The Ingel blindly grasped the air in front of him for a few seconds, and his long fingers penetrated the illusion left by the Laughing God.

Then, with a sharp anger and a scream of admitting defeat, it held its head, twitching as its body became smaller and smaller, as if folding itself and getting darker and darker.

The avatars of Laughing God gleaming gracefully danced and fit as if they were juggling, becoming a great and victorious figure.

And the enemy who was pushed to madness by greed gradually shrank into a small sphere bursting with lightning.

When the lamps representing the stars were restored to light one by one, the performance was not over yet.

The entire Harlequin troupe appeared under the vault, floating in a huge circle around the dark sphere.

At first they floated silently, watching.

Then, like one, their alert mask became a mask of fear, because the sphere burst out with lightning again, and its core flashed with red light.

The performance is here for a curtain call.

The people in the audience clapped their hands and laughed:

"I haven't seen such a wonderful dance drama in many years, Curtain Walker."

The harlequins on the stage withdrew one after another, only the one who played the **** of laughter.

She took off her mask and costume, revealing her body wrapped in black leather armor, and a face mask with no variegated color like a black hole.

"The singer of Usnesh (the original name of Usvi in ​​the Ark World, The Song of Usnesh, marked by Tears of Isha), your people are all distressed about how to get rid of the chase of the decaying **** believer, why do you But it's so leisurely."

"Hilandery, since you are here, doesn't it mean that things have turned for the better?"

Standing on the stage in the figure called Hilandri, overlooking the Prophet Usvi with his legs in the auditorium, he suddenly shook his head.

"What I brought is not the hope you expected."

"Of course, I didn't expect any good news, just like a turnaround may not always be a good thing."

"Because of Gale's commotion, Sigale wanted me to bring a warning that an ancient threat broke free of its cage."

The Great Prophet nodded silently, then stood up~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I understand. "

"Where is Isha's daughter? Where did you hide her? I couldn't see her fate."

The Great Prophet, who was walking towards the exit, stopped and turned around, with a secret smile on his face.

Then two words were spoken.

"secret."

"You only hurt her by doing this, and she can only be safe under the protection of Sigourer."

The smile on the face of the Great Prophet disappeared, his expression became cold, and his eyes became cold.

"Shut up, do you really think that no one knows about it? Go back and ask the clown, who leaked the sanctuary of the goddess of life to the **** of corruption when he fell, and he always thought he could manipulate everything? Live, one day, Ingel, who was fooled by him in the past, will launch the worst revenge against him. At that time, he will have nowhere to escape!"

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