The Emperor’s Angel of Death

　　The whistling Thunder Eagle directly broke through the fragile part of the hull of the flying Taranman. This civilian ship does not have as many armor belts as military ships, so the Thunder Eagle is capable of boarding the ship.

　　 At the moment of entering the hull, Soshyan suddenly realized that perhaps what he had just seen was real-the hull had already begun to breathe.

　　 But it was still metal, and when the beam tore it apart, it screamed.

　　 When Thunder Eagle landed, Soshyan immediately ordered the team to assemble, and their goal was to go to the bridge on the upper deck.

　　Only the Ustad team, priests and technical sergeants who followed Soshyang to participate in this boarding, as the airtight hatch was slammed open, twelve interstellar warriors rushed into the corridor of the corrupted ship.

"what is this--"

　　 The corridor is full of purple mist, like a mixture of intoxicating aroma and pheromone miasma.

　　 Soshyang snorted in disgust, and the miasma exploded under the storm of freezing souls.

　　 As he walked in the corridor, the mist attached to various objects receded.

He perceives the ugly shadows in the turbulence of the subspace, but in front of the mighty power of gray marrow, the subspace's ravages in the material world have calmed down. The material world once again appears in this subspace crack, and the continuity of the scene is also No longer exists.

　　 The cold anger temporarily burned the corruption of the subspace, and the filth that came with the subspace shrank before him.

　　 The corridor is very wide, and there is enough space for two star warriors to advance side by side.

　　 But Soshyang took the lead and walked a few steps in front of the team.

Because the other combat brothers are all wearing power armor, only Soshyan wears a stronger Terminator. After a year of hard work, he has initially mastered the Terminator’s driving skills. Although it has yet to be refined, the use has been completely completed. no problem.

Only when you really put on this powerful armor, you can truly realize that it is not just defense. Soshyan can feel that every tight metal muscle fiber contains explosive energy, waiting for it. He went to release.

　　 Every time he takes a step, there will be vibrations on the ground, and even the buzzing of the server itself has already made the air vibrate.

　　 Compared to the warriors behind him, he was originally very tall. At this time, he really looks like a giant, like the gods who have passed away or fallen...

　　 Along the way, everyone is carefully guarding the surrounding environment.

　　 The corridors are decorated with tapestries. They have been corrupted. The original appearance of these paintings is still faintly visible, and they have been corrupted enough to make people see the desecration.

　　 The solemn ceremony turned into an obscene carnival, the scene of victory turned into a celebration of atrocities, the human heroes twisted and deformed, their limbs stretched, winding gracefully, twisting in blood.

　　Even the tapestry cloth was corrupted. They throbbed like worms and organs, tumbling with no air flow.

　　 In front of these tapestries, the gate to the bridge was open.

　　 "The enemy must know that we are here."

　　 Ustad glanced at the sides with a blaster.

　　 "Where are they?"

　　 "It seems that they ran away in fear before we got here. Where is the fight to be expected?"

　　 Roger Lis said half-jokingly, but Soshyan knew he was really looking forward to the fight, and he had prepared a lot of new things.

　　 The team continued to advance, but the hall was empty and abnormal.

　　 "Brothers, be patient."

　　 Pastor Yazdan is always the most nervous and vigilant person. He has a strong hatred for these subspace enemies.

　　 "Especially you, Rogers, the enemy will come."

　　 But Soshyan also felt puzzled. The ship had been severely corrupted, and he even expected that it might be ambushed in the corridor.

　　 But why do those demons leave a good entrance to the bridge?

　　 The astral knights passed through the door, although the ship was unrecognizable, the ship was still moving, and some important machine spirits had not yet been affected.

　　 The upper deck was not contaminated to the point where it could not be operated at all, so that the flying Taran could be guided to a destination.

　　 But other places have been surrounded by madness.

The walls and vaulted ceiling are painted with blood and internal organs, and huge runes cover the original artwork-those are fangs and claws, twisted and deformed things, trying to disturb the human brain and evoke their most primitive, The most terrible nightmare.

　　 A pile of wreckage appeared in front of the road. On top and around it were metal crosses. The crew and servants were nailed to the cross and beheaded. What's more frightening is that their soulless, restless bodies are still twisted in endless pain.

　　Death has become a luxury here.

　　 Soshyan stopped in front of the wreckage.

　　 "They opened the door on purpose, just to let us see this. The enemy hopes that someone can see their masterpiece."

　　 His angry voice came from the helmet's breather.

　　 "Well, we have seen it, now purify these poor people!"

　　Rogris walked forward with his enhanced flamethrower randomly. This weapon can compress the flame into a line and spray it into the distance, and it can also form a huge fan in the front.

　　 After the technical sergeant pulled the trigger, the sacred flame ignited the holy oil and gave out a white breath, freeing the twitching corpses.

　　 The crucifix also turned into black charcoal.

　　 Soshyang turned around from the flame, watching the traces of the subspace, looking for any signs of attack.

　　 The subspace here is more chaotic, and unknown forces are surging.

　　 "What do you feel, captain?"

　　 asked the pastor.

　　 "The subspace is tumbling."

　　 "Where does the chaos come from?"

　　 "At two intersections."

　　 They came in from the door on the starboard side, and the door to the port side was also open~www.ltnovel.com~ They wanted to pinch us back and forth. "

　　 They are now in the middle of the viaduct, facing the intersection ahead. The enemy seems to have no intention of holding on, but is ready to attack.

　　 "What is your order, captain?"

　　 "This is a sad trap. Our enemies are not ready to deal with us."

　　 "What do you mean?"

　　 Pastor asked curiously that he did not know Soshyang as much about the subspace power, because Thor and Brother Said only taught Soshyang these taboo knowledge.

　　 "Right now, the subspace turbulence has only reached a level that makes us feel that we may be attacked."

　　 Soshyan pointed to the wreckage just now.

"This blasphemous thing may have to wait for centuries before anyone can see it, but it doesn’t provide much power for the creation of chaos. In order to attack us, the enemy has to gather only the only power, but on the other hand, the entire ship The ship has been corrupted by powerful forces."

　　 "What conclusion did you come to?"

"This level of corruption requires tremendous power, but it's not the demons on the ship now. They can't do this. The real power behind the corruption is no longer here. What we are going to face is just what it left behind. Mark of corruption."

　　 Pastor nodded, and finally understood what Soshyan meant.

　　 "Then we must know where it went and what it is, so we need the navigation record of this ship."

　　 Then he glanced at the corrupted workstation.

　　 "But it is impossible for us to find this information here."

　　 "Then let's go to the captain's room."