The Emperor’s Angel of Death

　　 Gorgri spins his heels, and the blood of the think tank curator is still dripping on his sharp blade.

　　 The opponent did not use psionic energy from beginning to end, but used the swordsmanship he was least good at to fight Gorgri, which made Gorgri hesitate when he started.

"Surrender."

　　 The blade and the blade were in a stalemate at that moment, and the think tank curator captured Gorge's sword with the net woven by his chainsaw sword.

　　 "I did nothing wrong."

　　 But the other party uttered this sentence like a curse.

　　 "Gorge, you have forgotten our idea of ​​freedom? How long was the last time I saw the army answering questions? Are you really willing to be the running dog of the Terra Council?"

　　 Gorge laughed so furiously that this was also the first time Sarperdon saw such a thing.

　　 But the movements of his lips didn't add warmth to his sculptural face. The rocks had more heat than the smile just now.

　　Gorgri said nothing but that smile,

　　 So Salperdon also responded with a smile, the same abrupt, the same lifeless.

　　 Suddenly, the young battle commander swung his power sword contemptuously and deflected the chain saw blade that pierced his stomach, stepped forward into the defense area of ​​the think tank curator, and slammed the opponent's head with his tight metal gloves.

　　 The think tank curator retreated, his forehead was smashed, leaving a dazzling line of blood.

　　 But Gorgri chased him, slashing the opponent's chainsaw sword with a decisive move, cutting open the weaker crotch connection of the power armor, and spilling a stream of blood.

Salperdon tried to fight back. These injuries had not yet affected the rest of his genetically strengthened body. He pulled the chain saw blade along Gorge's left shoulder armor, trying to cut into the side of the opponent's neck, but was immediately blocked by the power sword. Down and lock.

　　 "Die! Traitor!"

　　 Gorge's roaring hands and ploughed the sword across the chest of the think tank curator, pierced his back with it, and then drew his sword.

　　 was pierced and opened, and Sarpedon fell to his knees on his knees.

"Well……"

　　 Everyone froze. Obviously, the outcome was divided.

　　 Salperdon covered his wound, but blood still kept overflowing from his body, like a broken water tank.

　　 Soon, his legs were infested with his own blood.

　　 "This is the price of betrayal, forgive me, brother."

　　 Golgrie stepped forward and put a glove on the head of the dying think tank curator, like a blessing ceremony.

　　 And his sword slowly moved toward the opponent's neck.

　　 "I don't want to do this either, but the battle group cannot become rebellious. This is my responsibility."

　　 But at the moment when he was about to swing his sword, Golgrie found that the sword in his hand was as heavy as a thousand catties.

　　 Is he really going to kill the respected think tank curator in front of everyone?

　　 Is there really no turning point in things?

"you are wrong……"

　　 A distant whisper came from the head of the think tank curator, and Gorgri was stunned for a moment.

"what--"

　　 Suddenly, all the lighting equipment in the hall began to burn, and a disgusting smell mixed with rotten meat and spoiled dairy products filled the air. The blood on the ground began to wriggle like life, forming an evil symbol.

　　 Salperdon raised his head sharply.

　　 At that moment, he stopped whispering, and Gorgri froze in place.

　　 The young war captain suddenly fell into a world of blood and fire, surrounded by corpses in purple power armor, piled high like a mountain.

　　 More than a dozen standing corpses surrounded him, most of them mutilated, some with weapons in their bodies.

　　 They stared at him with silent eyes, pointed at him, and yelled at him:

　　 "You failed!"

　　 "You killed everyone!"

"loser!"

　　 Gorge turned around in panic, suddenly he saw the face of one of them, it was the former commander who handed over the battle group to him.

　　 "You have failed us! You have failed the honor of the battle group!"

　　 "No—I—"

　　 In reality, Gorgri's eyes were dull, stiff in place, and he muttered to himself that he was already in the illusion.

This is a secret passed down from generation to generation by the think tank of the Soul Drinkers. They will also awaken a talent when they awaken their psychic powers. This talent allows them to directly attack the enemy’s spiritual world and drag the opponent into the most feared illusion in their hearts. .

　　 It is also called "Hell Coming" by think tanks.

　　 After confirming that Gorgri was trapped in the illusion, the think tank curator jumped up, and he jumped to his brother, the captain of his battle group.

　　 And this unexpected assault made Gorgerie's balance, skills, and tactics useless.

　　 The moment he woke up, they turned back into a pair of wrestling brothers. They caught each other and rolled on the ground, pinching each other's neck with their hands.

　　 After a while of chaos, Sarperdon was entrenched above Leon's body.

"what is this!!"

　　 The cry of surprise came from the soldiers watching.

　　 Salperdon's lower body began to boil violently, tumbling and twisting in an unnatural way, and flesh and bones swelled and surged like fluid.

　　 And he himself, began to scream.

　　 First, the armor began to deform, and then the endless changes caused his power armor to split in half from the waist, the blood vessels surging with electricity passed through his pale skin, and the crystal frost appeared on his body.

　　 Hasta screamed, and Aliman's hand gradually loosened, because the horror scene of Olmuzd's death was pouring out of the sealed memory. Hasta threw them away, he, densely packed with deformed growths, mutated limbs, and slippery tentacles.

Soon, in the terrifying sound of flesh and bone deformation, Salperdon’s body suddenly stood upright, and the outlines of any limbs could not be distinguished below his waist. The swollen tissues and bursting energy twisted and pointed on him. The yelling turned into a frantic laughter.

　　 In the blink of an eye, the former think tank curator disappeared.

　　 Now, a monster appeared in front of everyone, a tattered black cloak draped over its armored shoulders, organic spines emerged from under its rag cloak, eyes burning with unquenchable flames.

　　 And it doesn’t even need a weapon, because its lower body has become spider-shaped limbs with long claws at the end, and it has tasted the blood of Gorge.

　　 It used to be an Astarte monk, but now it has been filled with the power of Chaos.

　　Pale pink saliva slipped from Salperdon's sharp teeth, and his hands hooked Gorge's neck.

　　 In order to enhance the slowest and cruel murder method, the killer looked directly into the eyes of the prey.

　　 "Die."

　　 a curse-like whisper, intermittently emerging from the bleeding lips.

　　 "You were never worthy of being a captain!"

　　 Like the other side of the mirror image, Gorge's glove also gripped the opponent's throat tightly.

　　 But the opponent's advantage is obviously greater.

　　 The sharp mutated lower limbs pierced Gorgeli's body, pinned him to the ground, and pierced one of his hearts, causing blood to constantly flow out of his mouth, almost drowning him.

　　 "Go to die! Go to die!"

　　 Salperdon shook Gorge's neck and smashed the opponent's head on the hard rock ground again and again.

　　 "Go to death now! Go back to the dark hell!"

　　 "Team commander!"

　　The recruits roared~www.ltnovel.com~ drew out their weapons, and at this moment Iktinos stood up and shouted:

　　 "No one is allowed to interrupt this duel!"

　　 The veterans also aimed their guns at their former compatriots.

　　At this time, Sarperdon had picked up the sword that Gorge had dropped and held it high.

　　 "Dead——"

　　 "Stop it!!!"

　　 With a stern shout, the people in the main control hall were kicked away, and Soshyang, holding the holy flame sword, rushed up quickly, followed by Sol and Saivita.

　　 But Sarpedon turned a deaf ear to his ears, and the sword pierced hard.

"Do not------"

　　In an instant, blood splashed, and the chain saw blade placed on the top of Savita's halberd began to roar.

　　 "Go away!!!"

　　 Soshyan rushed towards Salperdon, crashed like a tank, and flew the opponent out.

　　 The power of this blow made Salperdon almost paralyzed. He was struggling on the ground and wriggling. Under Soshyan's rage, the gray marrow was automatically activated. A kind of cold from the depths of the soul made the think tank curator scream.

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