The Emperor’s Angel of Death

There was a loud bang.

The figure on the Storm Crow gunboat fell to the ground like a meteor, arousing a cloud of dust.

It wasn't until this time that Ustad could see that the person who came was wearing the power armor of their battle group, with a jealous and mocking face.

Saivita.

He remembered this person's name, but Soshyan never told them about his true origin.

There are many speculations in the battle group, without exception, everyone believes that he must be a veteran who has lived for a long time-he can guess from the fact that he met Thor.

But what Ustad didn't expect was that the support came from one person.

With the emergence of Savita, a strange change occurred on the battlefield.

The demons began to cry, they evacuated from the parapet and gathered in the direction they had come.

"Your master has failed."

Saivita walked to the burning ruins of Chimera, pulled up the halberd, took off the helmet on it, and buckled it on his head.

"It's you guys."

The demons let out a more stern roar, and then burst open one by one in everyone's surprised eyes.

But this does not mean that they have been eliminated.

On the contrary, a gust of wind rose on the ground and swept the material spilled by the demons into it, quickly forming a terrible storm.

This storm was extremely crazy.

All the cultists seemed to be summoned in some way, turned and ran towards the expanding storm, crying the name of the dark prince.

At the edge of the storm more than 800 meters away, Savita stared at the exploding subspace energy vortex, and recognized the source of Valedo's turmoil.

It seemed to be willing to accept his understanding, it seemed that the destruction it caused was for his benefit, and most importantly, mocked him.

This storm has appeared in Savita's preview.

Now it is here, in a certain place in the material world, waiting for him.

It is not huge, no more than one kilometer wide at its widest, but its range of influence is huge.

It is the destroyer of hope, the horn of threat, the promise of madness.

This storm has not completely broken through the real world, but the disaster will soon come.

It has a name.

Chanter.

"Do not……"

Ustad muttered to himself as he watched the storm.

"The energy of this thing..."

The whirlpool raged outside the fortress of the Ministry of Justice, covering the entire west.

And it is not static.

The storm tossed in one direction and then in the other direction.

The spiral arms of energy collided, sending out a huge coronal arc toward the sky.

This chaos attracts attention and shocks the mind. It is formed by the nightmare of war and crazy thoughts.

Although it is not tangible, it can split the gas stone.

Although there is no color, it is so dazzling and dark.

This is the essence of subspace, contradictions and paradoxes.

Savitar glanced at the storm, then looked away, and glanced at it again, trying to gauge its power.

"Yago, if it is allowed to develop, it will swallow the whole world."

Anita's statement echoed in his thoughts.

"I will fix it."

Saivita responded in her heart, and then took a step.

On the edge of the storm, there were devastated bodies and weapons.

The reality has also begun to distort.

The laser rifle and the arm are fused together, and the head is stretched, like a pale viper. The three Chimeras have become one, with messy legs and legs-the front of the leading vehicle has become an open. Big mouth, and the monster is trying to swallow his buttocks.

As the storm expanded, more monsters were born in it.

Although they were furious, even though the screams and roars of the cultists were completely audible, the whirlpool itself was silent.

Some voices are still basically human and have been swallowed by madness and hatred rages, while other voices have been changed. Their timbre is completely abnormal, like those shouting creatures with long teeth in their throats and long tongues.

Together they create a psychic chorus.

Here, the purpose of the battle has been lost, and all that is left is the desire for destruction.

Arrick staggered a few steps to the edge of the retaining wall, his eyes fixed on the vortex.

"This... how do we defeat it?"

"Look away, political commissar."

A kind-hearted astral knight gave him a kind reminder, and his presence here was also a task that Soshyan delivered before he left.

Do your best to ensure the safety of Yaruike.

"This place is irretrievable. You must not sink into it."

"I understand."

Arik showed a bitter face, he noticed that many soldiers' eyes had been deeply sucked in by the whirlpool, including their souls.

Few people here should be able to leave alive-in fact, he had a hunch.

"Warriors, provide fire cover for Saivita."

Suddenly, Thor's voice came into the communication channel of the Astral Knight.

He is driving the Storm Crow hovering over the fortress.

Under his instructions, the astral knight quickly reached an agreement with the soul drinkers who remained behind, and the two sides re-formed a battle line, with the blaster pointed at the storm.

Subsequently, their weapons released a burst of fire into the storm.

If they were shooting at the material storm, the battle would end in just a few minutes.

Savita did hear a new scream when the bullet shot into the twitching and burning shadow, but this was only the opening attack. The space in the storm was erratic and unreliable, and the bullet itself was easily changed.

The real attack still has to fall on him.

The crow prince moved forward slowly, accumulating strength.

First of all, he has to understand his enemy, for this, his defense must be strong.

Less than ninety meters from the edge of the storm, he felt he was ready.

The material world faded away from the edge of Savita's perception. He stretched towards the storm, and the storm stretched towards him, eager to share his secrets, eager for him to join his carnival.

He raised the wall of his will to prepare for the shock wave of chaos.

Savita observes, prepares to fight, tries to figure out the enemy, prepares to counterattack.

There is power and promise in the subspace, and he is using that power, but in this storm, he knows that there is no promise.

There is nothing else here, there is only destruction here, so it will surely be destroyed.

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Savita's consciousness sensed the crack, and he followed it, clutching the weakness in the storm, seeking to pry them away further.

The storm swept at him with secrets and whispers, but he shut his mind to those whispers, and only chose the secrets he needed to fight back.

It also bypassed him and attacked those mortals.

At the edge of his attention, Savita realized that the pain of those fragile mortals was like burning blisters, they were struggling, but despair was a crack in his armor.

He must defeat the storm before the stupid astral army becomes a second threat.

As he deepened his pace, he began to see the outline of the vortex.

While the furious whirlwind hit him, he was also searching for its foundation, and every time he found it was a human tortured soul.

He understood how this storm formed.