The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Soshyang didn't even have any interest in responding to the nonsense of the Grimoire.

He waded through the ocean of unclean things, and in the process of advancing, he even broke his record of killing enemies-at least a thousand demons killed him.

But the demons kept rushing towards him, being chopped down, and pouring out from the gap in the subspace.

Soshyan knew that there would be no victory until the source of filth was sealed off, and he already knew how the battle would end.

But now he was beginning to feel tired.

"I never have to be a burden, let me be your favor."

Soshyang wouldn't answer anything. Talking to the Chaos Thing would never do any good, only lose everything.

The devil will use every word, every reaction, and even every pause to attack him. As it tries to break through his defenses, it will learn more and more about who he is.

The breach is very close.

At this time, every step forward was more difficult, just as he felt the pressure of years and the whistling sound of sharp claws every time he breathed.

He will stick to his duties until death, but death is not allowed because no one can bear his duties.

So he can only complete the task alone now, just like he is now alone in the network maze.

In the singing of the demons, the three demons accidentally rushed towards Soshyan because of choir-like harmony. When they attacked, their voices were combined in ecstasy. Their claws were spread out from side to side, and they crawled. Normally, he lowered his body and approached the target, and lifted his tail high above his head.

Soshyang pierced one of them with a sword, then raised his left hand and pointed the Stormblaster on his wrist toward the front.

In the next second, the roar of explosive bombs lasting three times shattered the shapes of these demons, their bodies burst open, and raindrops of joints, large pieces of flesh, severed limbs and rotating stingers fell on the ground.

The songs of the demons began to become intermittent, and they even cried loudly. .

When the singing stopped, a subtle sound of anticipation sounded, and Soshyang was only a few steps away from the breach, and his front was unblocked.

The demons struggled to rush towards the gate and moved to both sides of Soshyan, and the demons behind him became more, but no one attacked, and no demons tried to block his way.

The evil servants sang and swayed, waiting for a terrible ending, or a worse beginning.

The breach was right in front of him, and he could see a splendid and weird world through the half-human-height rift, and at the same time an inexplicable suction came from his waist, as if to draw the magic tome into the rift.

Of course he would not allow this to happen.

Although he didn't know what to do, Soshyang still followed his inner instinct and pressed his palm against the door.

At that moment, Soshyang could feel the grey marrow flowing on his body at a high speed, and all the green runes on the door bloomed with a strong light at the same time. The demons began to cry, scream, and spontaneously burn one after another. stand up.

Everything happened so quickly. When Soshyang recovered, the breach on the door had disappeared, and the original position had become a smooth black rock mass, and the runes were faintly shining.

He turned his head, and the demons disappeared, including their corpses and their blood.

The entire hall was empty, and it seemed that what had just happened was just an illusion.

But Soshyang knew that it was definitely not an illusion.

Finally, he was able to observe the standing figure carefully.

A terminator, with a blade pointed downwards in his right hand, a long white knife, which is as tall as an adult. The blade is like the frozen ice on the top of a mountain for thousands of years. The handle is black and shiny, and The handle connecting the two is a strange flower carved from metal. If Soshyang remembers correctly, this flower comes from Ancient Terra and is called a lotus.

As for this Terminator, apart from the unrecognizable model, there are not too many special features, only some decorations and medals that Soshyang can't recognize.

Of course, he didn't expect the people inside to be alive, otherwise the devil would not only attack him.

But now there is another terrible problem.

If this person is Brother Said and died here, then who is the one in Fearless?

Thinking of this, Soshyang was a little confused, and subconsciously stretched his hand to the Terminator's head.

But as soon as his fingertips touched the opponent, his consciousness was drawn into an invisible vortex——

"This--"

When Soshyang woke up, he found himself in a strange space and his helmet was gone.

It seems to be a closed room with no door, and the only furniture is a round table and two high-back chairs around it. On the table is an octagonal granite and white marble slab, next to it is a light-colored wood. Box, and twenty chess pieces are placed on this geometric space.

On one of the chairs, there was a rickety figure wrapped in a brown robe, with his head lowered, seeming to be watching the chess piece.

"who are you?"

Soshyang asked vigilantly, touching his waist, only to find that his sword was missing.

The figure didn't answer him, so Soshyang had to step forward cautiously to see if he was alone.

At the same time, the chess pieces on the table also attracted Soshyan's attention. They all looked unpretentious, showing a spindle-like shape with a lifeless gray.

"Hello there?"

Soshyang came to the man and asked tentatively.

Then, the man's shoulder shook.

"sit down."

There was a low and hoarse voice in the robe, and Soshyang immediately judged that this was an old man.

For some reason, he actually sat down as the other party said.

"Come with me this old man in the next game."

Soshyang blinked. This is a game of king-killing. Although he is not a master, Astarte's transformation has given him high-speed thinking ability, but it is impossible for a mortal to beat him.

But why does he want to play chess?

"I'm not here to play chess, who are you?"

"One round."

As he said, the man raised his hand slightly, and the chess pieces on the table immediately returned to their positions.

Although he was full of doubts, Soshyang still patiently played against the opponent.

But a minute later, he was overwhelmed with surprise. The opponent's chess skills were beyond his imagination. Even though he had the speed and ability of thinking beyond mortals, he was always one step behind the opponent.

So Soshyang immediately got serious and leaned forward, as if he was about to lie down on the chessboard.

five minutes later--

"I lost."

With an expression of frustration, Soshyang leaned back.

It is not that he has not played chess with Sol. Although he has lost more and lost less, he has never lost so much shame-he feels like a child in front of the opponent, being played in the palm of his hand.

"So who is the winner?"

The old man put the chess piece back again~www.wuxiahere.com~Of course... it's you. "

"No, I also lost."

The moment the old man raised his head, the cloak hood fell on his shoulders, and Soshyang finally saw it.

The first thing that attracted Soshyang was a pair of eyes, silent but not cold, and seemingly plain, just like the muddy eyes of most old people.

His hair is gray, and his short hair is combed back. In the flickering of the fire, his skin is like an old paper roll. Because of the long and ruthless years, he has become haggard and haggard, and he knows this at a glance. People are weather-beaten.

Seeing the old man in front of him, a thought suddenly flashed in Soshyang's mind.

This thought frightened him, but it was so reasonable, so he swallowed his throat and whispered:

"Is it you, Handprinter, Tyra Regent... Hero Makado."