The Emperor’s Angel of Death

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Just then, he heard the roar of a powerful beast in the distance.

A shudder came from Gar Mozejie's spine. No matter what the noise was, it must be loud, and there was more than one. The direction of the sound came from different directions, like thousands of mice running, or a Hundreds of sharp claws are scratching and colliding.

The next moment, they appeared in front of him, hundreds of them, all monsters larger than humans, each with limbs with sharp claws at the end, and nightmarish faces with small eyes and huge mouth, and festering skin.

"come!!!"

The monster slowly approached, and despair began to occupy Gar Mozejie's body.

A voice told him, what's the use of fighting? Why not just lie down and die?

"To kill me, you are not enough!!"

Gar Mozeje refused to give up, and with anger and hatred he leaped at the monsters, slashing around with his own blade.

While slashing at the enemy, he was also surrounded by a whirlwind of fangs, piercing through his armor and flesh.

But Gar Mozejie was still fighting, still trying to kill the monster, struggling against the pain that was about to engulf him, descending into darkness again.

"Hold on! Brother! You must hold on!"

The voice became weaker, and Gar Mozejie felt a great force flow through his mind again, as if to exhaust his resistance.

He fought against it, persevering with every trace of his cruelty and hatred.

He will not be a plaything for the gods, he will not yield...

What?

What will he not yield to?

Gar Mozejie can't remember, he has no need for memory, he stood on a beach watching the sunset, the strange-looking trees swayed in the breeze, the warm air was filled with a strange fragrance, and the gorgeous flowers were Dancing under the fingertips of the wind.

"Salpedon."

A nearly forgotten name made him turn, and a beautiful courtyard appeared before him, with an opulent throne in the middle, which gleamed seductively before him.

One of the most beautiful women he had ever seen rose from the throne and walked towards him, or "walking" was not enough to describe the grace of her movements.

"You are welcome, Sarpedon."

A seductive voice whispered in his head.

"I knew you would be a conqueror, and I knew you would be my new master."

Her skin was pure white jade, her hair was like flowing jade, and her posture reminded him of a statue in the hands of an artist, except that she was a work of art without flaws.

Looking at Gar Mozejie, she smiled, and he suddenly felt his heart skip a beat.

It was a smile that warmed him like the sun, and he felt like he was being pulled towards her by a force, even though her smile showed tiny, sharp teeth like those of a beast that **** human blood.

Gar Mozejie knew his soul was in danger once again and he should do something, but he found himself fascinated by the voice of the other party.

"Please sit down! Become the new ruler of this world, you will become a true king, Huron, Abaddon will bow down at your feet, this is your glory!"

Gar Mozej tried his best to hold himself back as the throne shimmered hypnotically before him, but the thick musky scent that filled his nostrils was softening his already exhausted will.

But he also knew that once he sat, he would be trapped, a slave to the throne, and then his will would be exhausted, a decadent and decadent reflection of his past self.

However, his limbs almost began to move involuntarily, and his feet slowly but surely carried him to the throne.

"Looks like you've made a decision."

Her voice was like music, exuding a sinful attraction, and just hearing her speak made him feel like Ning was drunk.

"Decide what?"

"Stop playing tricks with me, you've decided to join us, haven't you? Join our assembly and offer your soul to our great master Slaanesh?"

Gar Mozejie subconsciously wanted to take a step back, but found that he couldn't control his legs. He wanted to refuse, but found that he couldn't speak.

"I...I haven't made a decision yet."

He tried to buy himself time.

"It's such a pity, I love you so much, you've never enjoyed the taste of love, right? You only have boring battles and mechanical worship of a false idol in your life. Does that count as living?"

The girl came over with a smile, then stood on tiptoe and kissed him.

Gar Mozejie wanted to refuse, but there was almost no movement, his lips twitched under her touch.

At this point, her skin seemed to be exuding anesthetics, and the mere touch caused an intense to painful pleasure.

As the kiss continued, Gar Mozejie felt as if something was being drawn from his body, as if it was his soul.

But it's not painful, it's even comfortable, like falling asleep in a soft bed with a beautiful woman in your arms, all the pleasures are satisfied.

A vision of eternal corruption and joy danced in Gar Mozej's mind again~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He saw himself indulging in pleasure, and Slaanesh promised every acme he could imagine. enjoy, and is fully capable of fulfilling his promise and bestowing on him supreme bliss.

However, something is not right.

Suddenly, Gar Mozejie realized that he was completely unwilling to submit to this docile destruction, preferring to be trampled to death by the iron feet of a mighty war machine.

The reminder gave him strength.

Garmozej shoved him away, realizing that his real need for strength was conquest and victory, compared to what Slaanesh could offer was a pale shadow.

He punched the opponent away with the scream of the woman, then raised the weapon in his hand and slashed at the filthy throne.

The moment he refused the invitation of the Prince of Darkness, it felt as if he had been pulled into the bottom of a powerful vortex—although he could struggle with all his might, he would still be dragged into the mouth of the devil on the bottom of the sea.

Gar Mozejie was still resisting, slashing at the throne with a sword, and then darkness blocked his sight.

When Gar Mozejie woke up from a nightmare again, he stood in front of a huge black altar surrounded by strange figures.

High up, a horned mage stood on a glowing disc, defying gravity with the power of his magic.

Gar Mozejie watched the other party float down, and the mage's hand was flickering with a hazy light, but so far he has not done anything threatening.

Gar Mozejie raised his weapon but did not attack, he wanted to see what would happen.

"Guess what my master can give you in order to get your soul?"

the mage asked with a smile in a voice melted by magic.

"What do you want? You just have to think about it and it can come true."

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