The Emperor’s Angel of Death

　　 The atmosphere at night is very strange.

　　Arik stood on the east wall of the fortress, staring at the jungle.

　　 He has been standing there for half an hour, trying to find out what is bothering him.

　　Darkness not only covers the ground, but the sky is also pitch black, as if all the stars have disappeared.

　　 When he realized that someone was faintly visible to his right, he turned around and saw a tall figure walking towards him.

　　 That was an Astarte wearing a Terminator armor.

　　 When he walked, it seemed that the entire retaining wall was trembling. If a soldier's requirements are strength and reason, then he has both.

　　Arik felt more and more that this night was unusual.

　　 "Arek, political commissar."

　　 Soshyang greeted him.

　　 "Good evening, my lord."

　　 He originally wanted to talk to Yarik about the handling of some issues after the war, and some of his personal arrangements for Yarik-as far as possible to let him leave the battlefield at the end of the war.

　　 But when he walked to the other side, he felt a thin energy surrounding the young political commissar.

　　 Soshyang immediately judged that the other party must have some psionic visions-this is not a good sign.

　　Many soldiers who are tainted with chaos will feel psionic visions before going crazy, such as visual or auditory hallucinations, and the will of mortals cannot resist these visions most of the time.

　　 "What are you looking at? Is it convenient to disclose."

　　Arik chose his reply carefully, doing so out of responsibility rather than evasion.

　　 He neither hides from the great soldier who once saved him, nor is he vague-he is struggling with a frustrating ambiguity.

"I am not sure."

　　 He tried to organize the appropriate language.

　　 "There is a smell in the air that I can't recognize."

　　 "We are on a humid planet. Considering the abundance of living things, it is not surprising that some smells and tastes are mixed, even for us."

　　 "Are you experiencing the same thing, Commander Soshyang?"

　　 "My perception is different from most people."

　　 Soshyang said without hesitation, as if it were a common occurrence.

　　Arik hesitated for a moment, and then decided on his unacceptable explanation.

　　 "There is a smell of blood in the air."

　　 "Of course, we have all witnessed the cruelty of this planet."

　　 "But there is something under the **** smell, I have never encountered it before"

　　 Soshyang was silent for a while. Then said:

　　 "Describe"

"I hope that I can."

　　Arik closed his eyes and took a deep breath of the stench of the night.

　　 "This smell has no meaning."

　　 He then stopped again.

　　 What am I talking about, that is wrong.

　　Arik had doubts about his senses in his heart. Since leaving the battlefield, he seems to have become a little suspicious, which is not a good sign.

　　 What's underneath? Except for the blood, but also related to it, it does have a taste, it tastes...

　　 Suddenly, he broke through the sensual disguise and fell into the impossible abyss.

　　 "It tastes like a shadow."

　　Arik panted, and the shadows filled his throat.

　　 He tried to expel them by coughing, and he couldn't get rid of the idea.

"are you fine?"

　　Arik could barely hear him.

　　 "I feel the smell of death."

　　 He didn't know if he was talking loudly.

　　 Shadows and whispers permeated the whole world. They exist in a fragrant hell. There is something struggling in the smoke clinging to the shadows. It is impossible to see what shapes them, nor can they see their shapes.

　　 Because Yarek didn't actually hear the whispers, and couldn't understand them.

　　 He just perceives the outline of language, as well as the malice and stench in the language-this stench cannot be understood by any reason.

　　 It hovered outside his consciousness.

　　 has a shape that sounds like the laughter of prey and the scream of the planet.

　　 When his knees began to bend, Soshyan took his arm.

　　 A strange buzzing sound surrounds him, it seems to be from his own body—the sound keeps repeating something.

　　 After a while, Yarek realized that it was his own name.

　　 When he realized that he seemed to be a little abnormal, the enthusiasm and fearlessness on the battlefield returned to his body like a ray of sunlight.

　　 Reality became reliable again, his senses corrected himself, allowing him to straighten his back.

　　 "I don't know what happened—"

　　Arik grumbled.

　　 "I am not a psionicist"

　　 Soshyang stared at him with a scrutinizing gaze. After a long time, until Alek's neck was a little hairy, he said:

　　 "Think clearly where we are now, the political commissar, the barrier between reality and subspace is very thin here. We can't be surprised by the impact of subspace invasion, but if we give in, it would be a shame."

　　 "I won't give in! But it's not just hallucinations, whispers..."

　　 Soshyang interrupted him immediately.

"No whispers, I didn't hear anything... Yarek, you have withstood the test on the battlefield. I believe that your loyalty to the emperor and the empire is extremely firm. Since I met you, all mortals have There are signs of vacillation, but you do not. I believe this is a revelation."

　　 I'm not as great as you think, Mr. Captain.

　　Arik sighed secretly in his heart.

　　 But then he discarded those ideas.

　　 Soshyan is right, his reaction is like those who shake, but he knows that he will not shake.

　　Perhaps in more detail, this should be uneasy, or some kind of premonition?

　　 There is no whisper.

　　Arik lowered his head, and there was no shadow under his tongue. The most important thing was—here, nothing evil happened.

　　 "Maybe you are nervous because of the appearance of the judge."

　　 Soshyang suddenly turned.

　　 "But I will guarantee that you will be fine."

　　Arik raised his head, he heard something else from this passage.

　　 In fact, as a political commissar, he is not totally ignorant of the status quo. After encountering such a horror, where can their results be better?

　　 It's just that Yarik doesn't want to think about these things.

"grown ups--"

　　 He just uttered two words when suddenly someone started screaming.

"what----"

　　 For a while, Private Arthur thought the scream was his own.

　　 His mouth is still open, his hands are on his ears, his eyes are tightly closed in the dark.

　　 But he could still feel the rustling of a million insects, and could feel the filth and words shaped by the breath of his lips-of course there would be screams.

　　 can look into it carefully, this voice is not his.

　　 His throat was tightly locked with almost invisible fear.

　　 Arthur felt that the line of sight shifted from him, this is not more important than an idea~www.ltnovel.com~Maybe this is everything.

　　 But a thought can be very dangerous. It is thoughts and other things that make him unable to move.

　　 This thought stroked his body like a claw, making his heart cold.

　　 This is not his thoughts, nor anyone’s thoughts, but it comes from something, clearly knowing the desires and fears in the hearts of men and women, knowing the specific shapes, details, and flavors.

　　 It knows them so well, as if it was born from these things.

　　 Arthur immediately took a breath from his tight throat and let out a small, high-pitched whimper.

　　 Something lingered in his mind for a while, and then disappeared.

　　 He didn't know where it went, but it no longer tempted him to open his eyes and let madness take over him.

　　 But there are still people looking around, because there are still people screaming, and people seeing things that don’t exist—as a concept, it’s enough.

　　 Arthur pricked his ears and listened carefully.

　　 The voice was a male, and it sounded more like an animal than a human. The man kept screaming without stopping to take a breath.

　　 Then, Arthur heard the sound of running footsteps.

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