The Emperor’s Angel of Death

After talking about the original body, the stone chamber fell into a dead silence, only the occasional crackling of the oil lamp and the groaning of the being bound by the iron rope.

In the end, it was Saivita who broke the silence.

"Close to the subject, although the original body is dead, his foretelling ability continues in the bloodline of the legion with a very low probability. For example, I only partially inherited the original body's ability, but that is far from being a foretaste, just Let me be one step ahead in the battle."

Then, he raised his hand, and the chain in mid-air came down like alive, sending the magic code to his hand.

"I promised you once to find the prophet for you."

With that said, he actually opened the magic book.

Soshyang glanced over, but found nothing inside.

"The Prophet is the only person who has inherited the original body's ability completely, but he also inherited the pain caused by the foreshadowing. You have to be psychologically prepared. That guy may not be that easy to talk... but at least not rigid."

"he?"

Soshyan blinked.

"Where and when can we find him?"

"I don't know. I just interfered with his prediction and guided him here. As for when... you have to ask Subspace."

With that said, Savita handed the magic to Soshyan.

"It's useless to me now."

Soshyang was stunned for a moment, and then took the Grimoire. For a moment, he felt the heavy book in his hand like a heart beating.

There was also an iron lock engraved with a secret seal on it. Soshyan wanted to unlock it and inspected the inside carefully, but Savita immediately stopped him with a loud voice.

"Don't do this unless you plan to use it now."

"use it?"

Soshyan stopped his movements.

"Could it be that you plan to find a place to throw it away?"

"But... maybe it should be handed over to the trial court."

"Do not be silly."

Savita waved his hand, as if driving away flies, or some stupid thought.

"Do you think the Tribunal will find a place to bury it? Let me tell you, they may hide it for a while, but eventually they will use this thing and will not accidentally let it slip away."

"Sleep."

Soshyang lowered his head and glanced at the magic code.

"You mean, it will run by itself?"

"Nonsense, it is conscious, part of the guy you killed is still in it, and he intends to escape at any time."

"But in my place..."

"It can't run away from you."

Saivita has lost patience a bit.

"Believe me, there is no place in the whole galaxy that is more suitable to save it except your side."

Soshyang was silent for a moment, then carefully hung the magic book on his waist and tucked it under the robe.

"Remember, if you plan to use it, you must stay away from your allies, especially mortals, as much as possible, and it's best to cooperate with the power of your gray marrow."

"What is its function?"

"It's singing, that kind of deadly sound, you only need to order it to sing after you unlock the chain. It can't disobey your request, because it's afraid of being destroyed."

"Can I destroy it?"

Sosh raised his brows.

"Don't think about it now, there may be opportunities in the future, let alone such a powerful weapon, it is a pity to destroy... You can give it to a trustworthy psionicist when necessary, and it will become all enemies. Nightmare."

"I won't do such a dangerous thing."

Soshyan shook his head, not cold to Savita's proposal.

"What's its name."

"Malavia's movement."

Nodding thoughtfully, Soshyang stood up immediately.

"Anything else."

"temporarily unavailable."

"There will be a triumphal banquet later, so come and join you."

The crow prince snorted and didn't reply.

Soshyang had become accustomed to this attitude of the other party, and turned around and walked out the door.

But after not taking a few steps, he stopped suddenly, turned his head and asked:

"Almost forgot, who is the prophet?"

"His name is Talos Varkolan, and he is known as the Soul Hunter. He used to be an apothecary and then a non-commissioned officer in the First Claw of Ten Successions.

"Talos..."

Soshyan engraved this name into his mind, and at the same time was imagining what kind of traitor this is?

"Talos!"

Makushen said loudly:

"You shouldn't change course suddenly."

Talos opened and closed his fists, and the smooth servo system immediately made a soft ensemble.

"I, what the **** should I do?"

He asked, although he already knew the answer.

"No one will respect a fragile leader. You are too considerate and too easy to introspect. They take your words as a joke, but it can also make up for... Trust me, brother, no one in the strong claws will just do it for You pursue the desire of your soul and plunge your head into the unknown void."

Talos nodded, and readily agreed to all of this while checking his collection-those imperial emblems.

"So, their only purpose of fighting is to spread terror among the crowd, isn't it, these shallow and useless souls have no deeper emotions."

First Lie Claw looked at his leader silently for a while.

"What's wrong with you?"

Ma Ku Shen asked softly:

"Since Charles died, what pain has enveloped you in these nights? You said this before falling into a long dream. After waking up, it was twice as bad. You can't yell into the air."

The prophet sighed and turned to play with the winged golden sword.

"I'm just tired of escape, I want to win it, and I want to know the meaning of fighting for it."

"What is it? What nonsense are you talking about?"

"We should get better, we must change and evolve, stagnation is worthless."

"You sound like Ruben who hasn't left us yet."

The Prophet's lips curled into an ironic sneer.

"I have endured this pain for a long time. The only difference is that I say it now! I don't regret it. Saying these shortcomings is like cutting a cyst. I feel the venom flowing from my body. His life is innocent, but we should have worked hard for the war and extolled our fears in the name of our father, and we all vowed to this.

Makuchen made no secret of the doubts on his pale face.

"Are you crazy? How many people in the legion will pay attention to the long boasting of the lunatic Primarch?"

"I'm not saying that the Legion will pay attention to these words."

Talos squinted.

"I mean we should be aware that if we do this, our lives will be more valuable."

"The Legion’s admonition was once taught, and it was proven when he died, and it still makes sense to survive as much as we can and wait for the day when the empire falls."

"When did it fall? Then?"

Makushen looked at Tarros for a while and shrugged.

"Who cares?"

"No, that's not enough, it's not enough for me."

Suddenly, the Prophet's muscles tightened as he gritted his teeth.

This detail was immediately captured by Cyrion who was silent on the side.

"Calm down, brother!"

Talos leaned forward suddenly, and Cyrion and Markushen immediately rushed to hug him.

"It's not enough!"

"Talos..."

Cyrion paused ~www.ltnovel.com~ and planned to stretch out his hands to drag the Prophet back.

Maku watched all this with his eyes wide open, unsure whether he was going to grab his weapon.

Talos was also focused on throwing his brothers away, the flames jumping in his black eyes.

"Not enough! We have been burdened with so many centuries of meaningless sins and endless failures! The Legion was poisoned, and we sacrificed the entire world to eliminate it, but we also failed! We are the only Legion that is hated by our own primitives. Here we have failed again! We have vowed to avenge the empire, but we have escaped every battle where we do not have the advantage! We have failed again and again! You have once, without the hope of escape, do your best Have you ever fought? Have any of us ever? Ever since you besieged Tyra, have you ever drawn your weapon with the belief that you might sacrifice?"

Suddenly, Talos' body softened, and he collapsed back on the chair again.

"No, never..."

Just as he was muttering to himself, a warning bell suddenly sounded on the bridge.

"Urgent report! A battleship with an unknown signal is approaching!"