The Emperor’s Angel of Death

After 　　, he opened his eyes and found himself in the obsidian fortress, the former home of the battle group.

　　He once felt safe here.

　　 But now there are countless books piled up here, they split the universe into pure logic, and lock all madness where they should be, in those crude pagan legends.

　　 Suddenly, those books started to burn.

　　 Soshyan can see the source of the flame that has continued to burn to this point.

　　 The endless tumbling void lurks in the core of everything, and the eyes of dark power carry boiling malice.

　　 Terrifying creatures leaped trivially among the mountains of corpses, their horned heads and neighing goat-like faces were distorted by the madness of the void.

　　 The swollen monster, covered with maggots and filth, swallowed the stars one by one.

　　 The giant in brass armor uttered a never-ending battle cry on its skull throne.

　　 The sorcerer who lost his soul sacrificed billions of lives in a silver palace built with lies.

　　 Soshyang struggled to separate his eyes from the crazy sight.

　　 "I will not bend my knees under any dark power!"

　　 All the illusions disappeared in the shout.

　　 He fell into an icy maze, a maze made of black rocks. There were only endless corners and forks. When he raised his head, he could only see the huge black obelisk standing in the distance and unable to measure the height.

　　 But no matter how he ran and wandered, he still couldn't get out, and he was almost crazy in the end.

　　 "Where is this!!! Who will answer me!!!"

　　 Soshyang felt that he was about to collapse for the first time, he would rather face those evil forces.

　　 "You shouldn't be here now."

　　 Suddenly, an old and dry hand was placed lightly on his shoulder, Soshyang turned around abruptly, and only caught a glimpse of a golden scepter and the eagle emblem that day——

"what--"

　　 The huge altar instantly returned to his eyes, and the air was full of incense.

　　 He was panting quickly, his heart beating wildly in his chest-the effort to drive what he saw out of his mind made him sick.

　　 When he raised his head, he found that everyone was looking at him.

"what's happenin--"

　　 At this time, he smelled blood.

　　 looked down and found that the thing that was originally floating in the deep pit has now become a pile of broken corpses scattered in the bottom of the pit.

"Yes……"

　　 "Brother, you were just... very angry?"

　　 Golgrie stepped forward.

"I?"

　　 "Uh... don't you remember? Five seconds ago, the thing suddenly flew in front of you inexplicably, and then you grabbed him and removed every bone of him."

"This."

　　 Soshyang glanced at his hands, and found that they were full of viscous liquid, and there were still some minced meat and bones between the knuckles.

　　 "That thing screamed loudly when it died."

　　 Although I don't know the specific details, Soshyang has a vague idea in his heart, but now is not the time to study, their task has not been completed.

　　 "Inquisitor, what should I do now?"

　　 When Soshyan slaughtered the demon, Marcus kept watching.

　　 He couldn't feel any psychic energy fluctuations, that is to say, the battle commander in front of him had torn a demon alive, which broke through his understanding of the power of interstellar warriors.

　　 But other than that, when Soshyan slaughtered the demons, he still had an inexplicable headache and nausea, so he immediately hid away.

　　 This kind of feeling he has only encountered with untouchables, but an interstellar warrior——

　　 "Of course it is ruined."

　　Marcus ran up the stairs, and at this time the sense of rejection disappeared again.

　　 This made him wonder if his sense organs had a problem.

　　 "Have you brought the hot melt bomb?"

　　 "I brought it."

　　 Under Golgri's orders, two Soul Drinker fighters stepped forward and removed two hot melt bombs from their backpacks.

"and many more."

　　 Suddenly, Soshyan interrupted the installation of the hot melt bomb.

　　 He felt a surge of power, but not here.

　　 walked to the edge of the altar, he looked to the north of the altar, and vaguely, he saw some flashes and a surging wave of subspace.

　　 "We were cheated..."

"what?"

　　 Marcus asked in surprise.

　　 "This altar is fake, the real altar is over there."

　　 Looking in the direction of Soshyan’s fingers, Marcus could only see darkness, but when he used his psychic power, he immediately lifted the veil of disguise.

　　 An identical pyramid stands five hundred meters away. The top of the pyramid is really the source of the subspace surge, and a deep purple crack is slowly opening.

　　 "That's okay!! Hurry up!"

　　 After realizing that they were fooled, everyone immediately moved to the battlefield.

　　The interstellar warriors rushed down from the pyramid, and rushed straight to the real target a few hundred meters away-as they approached, the veil of psionic camouflage was also broken.

　　 Uncountable female demons and demons gathered under the pyramid. When the interstellar warriors approached, they immediately uttered harsh howls and singing.

　　In a split second, the art of war was replaced by simple killing and brutality.

　　 While shooting, the interstellar warriors rushed into the magic group, brandished their swords, and chopped off the evil tentacles.

　　 And Soshyang's gaze was drawn to the top of the pyramid, where there was a figure looming in the constantly twisting and changing bright light ball, surrounded by sharp sound waves.

　　 "Attack!"

　　 Gorgri shouted, as the spear of the offensive charge, the Honor Guard beside him was the blade of the spear.

　　 Soshyang no longer paid attention to the weird figure, and coordinated with Gorge to launch an attack, leading the astral knights to assault ~www.ltnovel.com~ to block any enemies who wanted to surround him.

　　Falzad, as always, rushed to the front line to prove his strength.

　　 He waved his battle axe from side to side, because killing these enemies didn't require any skill, just a strong arm and a determination to win.

　　 And Marcus and his entourage are always in the middle of the team. They are very fragile on such a battlefield, but they are not fragile enough to need the protection of star warriors.

　　 The inquisitor continued to gather psionic energy into arrows and lightning to strike the kind of close guys, while Chandler and Verne followed with rifles, and Malthus waited for the opportunity to eliminate the monsters who wanted to sneak attack.

　　 Although they are mortals, they are equally fearless at this time.

　　 Soon, relying on the terminator's crushing advantage, Soshyan ascended to the first level of the pyramid, blazing a trail among a group of demons, and climbing continuously.

　　 He glanced towards the top of the tower, and saw that it was a slender demon in the gap between the lightning bolts.

It has a gel-like skin, male and female body shape, ugly and beautiful face, recurved legs like some kind of insect, studded with gorgeous jewels, and flowing long hair fluttering wildly around it. The almost transparent silk robe draws like the tentacles of some kind of deep sea monster

　　 waving and waving.

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