The Emperor’s Angel of Death

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He walked to a black lake and threw Fen Tian aside, trying to wash the blood off his gauntlets.

But then, he discovered that it was not a lake, nor was it water, but blood.

He stood up and looked around, and all he saw was an endless stream of corpses, corpses in cyan armor and red and black armor stacked on top of each other, with either II or XI on their shoulders.

Everything shouldn't be like this.

Then, he saw a person in the sea of ​​blood and the mountain of corpses. He knelt on the pile of corpses, and supported a long knife with a handle in the shape of a lotus in both hands. His long blood-stained hair covered his face.

A lot of blood gushed out every time he breathed.

What have you done, brother?

Everything shouldn't be like this.

Father is just taking advantage of us.

I can heal you.

You will just kill me.

You used the power of the false gods, and I used the power of the true gods, there is no difference between us.

You are fallen.

You too.

The many voices intertwined in Soshyan's head, plunging him into a kind of chaos about himself, waiting for the Void to take him away.

He seemed to be waiting for something to drag him into the afterlife, where he could be judged for all the sins he had committed and all the blood on his hands.

But nothing.

Then, he found that there were many warriors around him, wearing red and black armor, surrounded the man in the middle, and pointed the bolt gun at the other side.

"Father, your order is."

Soshyan was stunned for a moment, he realized what he had to do, but he couldn't say it.

Then, the kneeling giant suddenly stood up and shouted something, but Soshyan couldn't hear it.

He rushed across the battle line at lightning speed, along the edge of the firepower net, and flew down the corpse mountain towards the storm, an unprecedented psionic charge surrounded him, growing stronger and stronger.

In the storm, there was something moving that Soshyan could not clearly feel, churning the currents of the storm and sticking out from the depths of the warp.

The thin veil of the material world suddenly collapsed, and the flow of the warp suddenly changed the direction of its full power. The concentrated energy hit the giant's body, and his aura exploded with light in an instant.

Soon, it grew and transformed into a huge monster, gleaming.

Soshyan saw the incoming monster, and he retreated from the storm, but the current of the soul dragged him.

He became very slow, too slow.

The warriors aimed their bolter fire at the giant, and the bullet exploded at the edge of his aura, but its remaining fury transformed him into a nova of energy.

His originally human face twisted in pain, strength and madness, and he stretched his arms forward.

The impact of that moment continued, and hundreds of warriors were instantly thrown hundreds of meters away.

Soshyan raised his weapon again, causing the giant to scream a word.

"Indestructible Starfall!"

A warp flame violently erupted from the giant's body, but in an instant it pointed to nothingness and was exhausted.

The bullet immediately broke through the thin energy, tearing its skin open, revealing the liquid flesh.

Soshyan also prepared his own counterattack. He rushed forward, rushed through the layers of warp flames, and burned the sky on the opponent.

"Cease fire."

The storm is gone, and on the ground it once sheltered lay a carbonized corpse, twisted in the pain of destroying it.

It was an unusual deformity, nearly six meters long, with five arms and a string of heads growing from its neck.

To Soshyan's surprise, the other party was still alive, albeit dying.

The man's eyes were hollow, seething white, and turned toward Soshyan as he walked beside him.

"Brother, I don't want this-"

"I know."

Then a charred, clawed hand grabbed his thigh.

"Perhaps...your path is...right, but be sure....be careful....the Pawser..."

"Rest in peace, brother."

There was no longer a response, the other party's hand fell softly, and his eyes remained motionless.

Suoshyang felt that "himself" slowly squatted down, stared at the mutant body, and picked up the knife that the opponent had dropped beside him, with mixed feelings in his heart for some unknown reason.

"We can't help ourselves...but I believe there will be a different path."

This sentence seems to be what he said to himself.

Then, all the pictures and sounds began to fade away.

After an unknown amount of time, Soshyan heard another voice in his head, distant and vague.

"Hey! Wake up! Soshyan, you idiot! Wake up!"

Soshyan did not fall to his death.

He just fell heavily to the ground, his whole body hurt like a fire, and he couldn't move, speak, or even blink.

Veronica's worried face came into his field of vision. This Eldar was wearing the clothes of a medical nun that I didn't know where I got it, and was kneeling beside him, flipping a medical bag in a panic - Soshyan thought a little. Lol, she's too stupid to know how to use it.

Behind her, standing in a cape, was Kayan, who appeared just in time to crush all the explosions into a single point and send them into the warp.

As a result, almost no one was injured—

Except for the nearest Soshyan, who is now covered in blood.

"I owe you my life."

Soshyan said this to Kayan when he lost consciousness.

Talos, who was on the side, came over, glanced at Soshyan and Veronica, and then turned to Kayan.

"I thought you wouldn't come here. After all, it would be embarrassing if you bumped into Abaddon, right?"

"I'm here because I know he's not here."

Kayan sighed softly and continued:

"Ahriman has come to cast out the stars too."

"he came!?"

Talos looked surprised.

"Did you mess with him?"

"Ok."

"Who's winning?"

"Do you have to ask such an embarrassing question?"

Kayan said, brushing the large scorch marks on his left arm with his right thumb—

In a space independent of reality ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ the Scarlet Letters advance, firing at each other.

Knowing that he would not be able to completely defeat Ahriman in sorcery, Kayan then involved the opponent in a swordfight. Not even among a thousand sons.

And Kayan is one of the few people in the Legion who are good at melee combat.

High King Arax was crawling to avoid danger, his fine robe torn open and soaked with blood.

"Kayon, I heard about your killing of Targus Dallavik, are you going to do the same against me?"

"No, there is a new way."

A sword struck Ahriman staggered, and Kayan suddenly pulled out that exquisite pistol and hit Ahriman's breastplate, knocking him out of focus.

But before Kayang could fire again, a burst of energy cut through the air, causing Kayang to fall to one side.