The Emperor’s Angel of Death

The desire for the flesh, the desire for blood, it will enjoy this feast, it will taste the blood and crush the bones.

Its claws will feel despair from the torn body.

The desire has always been there.

Needs, desires.

Never been responded to, and never satisfied.

How can they be satisfied? They are the essence of subspace and the essence of monster existence.

Passion is so fascinating.

The feast will begin on this planet, where the barrier between the physical universe and the subspace is very thin and getting thinner.

The physical world squeezed them, desire and frustration appeared with each other, intertwined, and turned into a roar.

This roar sinks into the minds of those who are eager to hear it, giving them nightmares, bringing them madness, bringing them ecstasy, and bringing them the embrace of nothingness.

The barrier still exists, but it just exists.

Its consciousness penetrated in, reached the land and saw that the world was so beautiful, giving it a feast of plunder.

Its mind explores the world, crosses the endless dark jungle, swims over the mountains, dances on the ocean.

The concept of homeland makes it ridiculous all day long.

It will witness a planet being distorted under its influence.

But then it became restless.

This planet is just a stage, the actors have not yet appeared, but they will soon arrive.

The beast waited behind the curtain, and its moment was about to come.

It praised it in a low voice.

Whispers were echoed around it, and its companions came here to compete, worship here, and join the carnival. The moment they were looking forward to was coming.

At that time, they can finally spread the ideals they desire into a galaxy full of screams, eager to taste the real flesh.

Whispering in response to each other, desire breeds stronger desires, until endless desires reverberate in the world. .

The promise has been fulfilled, and the planet is correct.

The demon covered in Ponfigli's skin was examining the memory of the archbishop.

It walked past the fallen altar while pacing back and forth, and its four arms drew various trajectories in the air. Its posture was lazy and graceful. It summons the upcoming destiny, and **** it up and picks up the magic book from Ponfigli. The power that I intend to use from that moment.

From outside the walls of the cathedral, the demons heard the roar of the fleet in the orbit of the planet-the enemy has arrived.

The moment it was looking forward to was approaching, which made it smile as expected.

In its belly, a mouth that used to be Ponfigli moved, unconsciously rattling with praise and joy.

Those things that were originally called Ponfigli stretched on the twisted bones and skin, and experienced such thorough and perfect pain. It longed for pain like it longed for happiness.

All the illusions that the archbishop had originally held disappeared with his identity, but the desire that drove him to destruction still existed, and he was ecstatic in a pain that was both punishment and reward.

Or it could be said that Ponfigli's soul disappeared and was swallowed by demons.

It swallowed him, and now it is looking for the loot.

The time has come, it already knows what happiness it will bring to those indifferent and ignorant, but it never underestimates the enemy.

It is not only predicting the death of human beings, but also pursuing other pleasures. It hopes that the memory of Ponfigli can bring these pleasures, so it is looking for it over and over in the memory of the archbishop.

Finally, it found what it wanted in the depths of Pang Feili's heart, buried in layers of secular memories.

This memory is very small and easy to be ignored, because its owner has almost forgotten it.

Pang Feili never had a reason to pay attention to this knowledge, which was obscured by administrative trivia.

But the devil found them, and these memories were more than it expected.

It made a pleasant giggle--

The time has come.

The torrential rain outside had stopped, and the astral army finally abandoned the dilapidated castle and retreated to the fortress of the Ministry of Justice under the cover of the interstellar warrior.

After liaison operations, more than 10,000 Star Boundary Army finally returned to the safe area with only 6,000 people.

And these six thousand people, in Soshyan's view, there will be no more than three thousand people who can continue to fight.

Although many people are not injured, they have suffered serious psychological damage, and a few of them have even begun to show signs of mental disorders.

The formerly empty prison of the Ministry of Justice was quickly filled.

Now the entire fortress is in a state of war, and the heresy sign on the wall in the central hall has disappeared, replaced by a huge battlefield display.

Yarek wore the red and black military uniform symbolized by the political commissar, striding forward with a firm step that shoulders all the hopes on this planet.

He has a strong sense of self-esteem even in crisis.

At this point, Soshyan felt that he was so similar to himself.

The once young political commissar, in just a few years, had a weather-beaten face, covered with small scars.

The shape of his eyebrows and chin looked harsher and more ruthless than before.

Soshyang believes that he is very suitable for his current position. At the moment when Daxia is about to fall, he can turn the tide and unite the last empire's armed forces, which can no longer be described with due diligence.

If it were not because he was a political commissar, Soshyan would even consider whether to include him in the mortal army of the battle group, he would be an extremely good field commander.

Unlike the bishop who sits in the cathedral and waits for corruption, he is the pride of the empire.

Soshyan also saw the heroism of those unyielding mortals, and felt sorry for the death they were about to face.

But their ending can hardly be changed.

All the surviving astral armies have come into contact with too much forbidden knowledge, which has brought them to destruction more thoroughly than the demon invasion itself. He is not a judge, but he has heard a little about the rules of the court.

The presence of any judge would not let these people leave Valledo alive.

Perhaps the destruction will not come too soon~www.ltnovel.com~ But in any case, for the imperial soldiers who are still alive, their ending will not change.

Originally Soshyan had no power to change this.

But now, he saw loyalty and bravery in this hall.

Maybe he has no right to save everyone, but at least he can save some of them.

"Everyone is here? It seems that I am late."

A relaxed voice sounded, and then the limping judge Marcus walked out from the side. His four entourages were also beside him, except for Malthus.

Soshyan did not expect that the orbital bombing almost destroyed an imperial judge. Fortunately, he noticed that there were other battles nearby during the battle. After Malthus found himself, he jumped into the pit for the first time. Drag the inquisitor out of the arms of the devil.

If he was slow for a while, he might have to kill the inquisitor along with the devil.

Afterwards, Marcus was very grateful for his life-saving grace.