The Emperor’s Angel of Death

　　 "Ah...this."

　　 Somewhat at a loss, Sosh Yang was stunned. Suddenly, he found a figure sitting cross-legged on a circular totem in the center of the hall, with his head lowered as if he was meditating.

　　 Soshyang, who has experienced many strange things, walked towards the man slowly with doubts in his mind.

　　 "You...How are you?"

　　 He wasn't sure if this person was alive or dead, but there was no response after several calls, so he stretched out his hand.

　　 But as soon as he touched the person, the pair collapsed like gravel.

"Uh......"

Soshyang didn’t know what to do for a while, but he found something in the dust, so he picked it up and found that it was a simple silver pistol, which seemed to be a very primitive black powder weapon with a line engraved on it. He doesn't know much about words, but it looks very similar to Gothic.

　　 Just when he was thinking, a strange feeling attracted him.

　　 Soshyang bent down and wiped off the ashes on the ground, and found a piece of red metal lying on the ground. It looked like a fragment of some kind of sharp blade. It was a slap wide and covered with black alien symbols.

　　 With great curiosity, Soshyang reached out and picked up the fragment.

　　 But when his fingers touched this thing, his brain suddenly banged--

"Uh--"

　　 Soshyang blinked and realized that he was already in a strange and deadly deserted world.

　　 "Why do you keep doing this these days?"

　　 He wasn't sure if this was an illusion, he could only take the first step carefully towards the surface of this world.

　　 Soshyang walked cautiously into the wind, and the sand and dust under his feet rolled up, all of which were already dry and inactivated, with no possibility of gestating life.

He maintained a twelve-point alertness, quietly listening to his breath bringing a steady vibrating sound inside the power armor, and the cross aiming core calmly looked around this barren land, watching the continuous lines on the screen. Out his vital signs data.

　　 Accompanied by the light sound of gravel in the breeze, accompanied by the low buzzing of armor, there is still nothing. .

　　 Looking from the horizon to the horizon on the other side, I saw only the torn clouds rolled and stirred, and the thunderclouds rolled against each other, releasing white, purple, and a thousand kinds of red.

　　 Suddenly, he realized that this was probably a subspace.

He has witnessed subspace before, but has never seen such a view, has never seen a subspace covering an entire world, has never seen it in a place where there are real weather phenomena, and has never experienced such a huge, huge The waves straddle the subspace of thousands of galaxies, like a nebula withered in the void.

The wind became stronger and stronger, blowing the parchment scrolls attached to Soshyan's battle armor to pieces. He could only let the wind take them away. While they were blown away by the wind, he noticed a jump out of the edge of the visual interface. The warning rune indicates that there will be a significant cooling down soon.

　　 Is night coming?

　　 But there is no change in the sky above. Although there seems to be a sunset, there is no sun in sight.

　　 Soshyang turned off the flashing runes, and at the same time his power armor began to make a louder hum-the driver behind it roared to increase its output and switched to void walking mode.

　　 Suddenly, noticing a white spot on the ground, Soshyang squatted down and brushed off the bone-white gravel, letting the dust slip from between the fingers of his gloves.

　　 Then a broken mask was exposed, like a howling face, Suo Shiyang felt familiar, and suddenly realized that this is very similar to the mask of the howling banshee of the spirit race——

　　 "Spirit race? Spirit race again?"

　　 Soshyang stood up and brushed off the last bit of dust.

　　 "Why have I been entangled by them recently."

　　 He continued to move forward facing the wind. After walking for an unknown period of time, he found a dead city buried in the lifeless dust.

　　 The red bone building extends in the field of vision, protruding from the foundation everywhere, like a mouth full of broken teeth, Soshyan stands on the edge of the city, looking at the tomb of this alien empty city.

　　 Soshyang was silent for a moment, listening to the whistling wind and dust hitting his armor.

　　 For some reason, he felt a danger, as if an invisible object was threatening him and kept him away.

　　 "Let me see your true colors."

　　 Soshyang drew out his holy flame sword, his thumb was close to the activation rune, the weapon flashed violently, and the blade of the sword reflected the sight of the storm.

When he walked on the broken street, the wind and dust swirled in the form of swaying in the wind of the call sign, like a ghost that only exists in the boundary of his field of vision, and whenever he wants to see more realistically , It was shredded by the wind again.

　　 The interstellar warrior squeezed his weapon, went deep, and went deep, where there was a little bit of pain—something, weakened, trapped, and threatened.

　　 On the dusty gravel, he carefully walked through the wreckage of the old city, and the wind mixed with gravel continuously brought distant sounds-such as inhuman voices, alien screams.

Perhaps this gale played a trick, so that even if Soshyang, who has learned some spiritual language, he can’t hear any sentence in the storm clearly, trying to understand a single word and sentence will only make the rest of the noise more noisy and obliterate it. All dedicated efforts.

Continuing to penetrate this deserted city, Soshyang has given up staring at every fleeting phantom and glanced inconspicuously-in the turbulent gust of wind, the dark spire of the tower flashed in the corner of his field of vision, with a high profile. The tower pierced into the hostile sky with incredible grace.

　　 "How big is this place?"

　　 Time seems to have lost control, Soshyang's throat is getting thirsty, but he is not slowed down by fatigue.

He has walked for more than seventy hours under the endless twilight. The only thing that can tell the time is the timing rune on the inner screen of his helmet, and this number began to become unreliable at the seventieth hour. It began Random numbers emerge, as if it eventually succumbed to the supernatural laws of subspace.

　　Sometimes he thinks, when he stays here, how much time has the reality gone through?

He walked down another slow dust-covered street, where his boots ran over ancient rocks. It might have been a farm dome, where the alien plant community was carefully taken care of with fertilizer, or it was once just a dome. It's just the public hall-

　　 Soshyang tried his best to withdraw his imagination~www.readwn.com~ After trekking another hundred meters in the useless dust, he felt the familiar threat from the ground under his feet and throbbed slightly.

　　 But looking around, he saw only the ruined tower of a lost civilization.

　　 Soshyang knelt down again and grabbed a handful of dust. As before, he watched it slip from his fingers, being torn away by the wind.

　　 That feeling still exists.

　　 Soshyang took a breath and released the power of the gray marrow.

　　 finally got a reaction——

"Ok?"

　　 Soshyang immediately sensed what was being stirred from below, digging upwards.

　　 It swallows the sand all the way up, like a cold hound, smelling the power of Soshyang's gray marrow all the way.

　　 At the moment of surprise, Soshyang turned around and stood firmly, shuddering in front of the looming sense of distorted despair.

　　 By the time the first giant hand was raised from the sand, Soshyang had already backed more than ten steps, stabilized his heel, and his sword was ready to go.

　　 A behemoth surging with invisible hatred, Soshyang was fearless and silently watched the statue of the death **** struggling from the scarlet soil.

　　 But then I found out that it seemed to be unable to stand for a while.

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