The Emperor’s Angel of Death

  Chapter 673 Holy Blood Comes Aid

  His hands were stained with blood, and the low incense candle was the only lighting in the hut, and the power he communicated with was embedded in the skeletons hung on the wall with iron chains.

  Smoky in the air, a layer of sludge envelops the bones, and the bifurcated tongue hangs from the skull without a jaw.

  He moved very slowly, erasing the words that appeared on an ancient silver board. He summoned three times and pressed the other party to tell three secrets.

  In the end, he didn't get what he wanted.

  Asian Space replied that he was silent, his question could not be answered, he wanted to know what the darkness that enveloped Armageddon was, but even the devil remained silent and would rather be destroyed by him.

  Just after finishing writing on the silver board, he heard the door open.

   Suddenly, the candle flame tumbling, he put down the blood-stained silver plate, and stretched his hands towards a copper bowl. At the same time, heavy footsteps sounded behind him.

   "Why are you so troubled, brother?"

  The only answer was silence. He listened carefully, and his senses distinguished the characteristics from the smallest voice. This was his gift with God.

  The rhythm of the footsteps, the presence or absence of breathing, the operating sound of the servo system in the armor, all of these, to him, are as clear as the lines on the palm.

   "Brother Zahari."

  He didn't look up, just watched intently at the red water in the bowl.

   "It's not like you, so quiet."

   still did not answer, and the sound of footsteps ceased, only the slight sound of armor crashing.

  A total of three people appeared, and he blinked, trying to figure out the identities of the others.

  Then he raised his hand and shook off the remaining pink water droplets on his bent fingers. In the eyes of people like them, power is an intricate mirror that contains perception, control, and belief.

  At this moment, he should have been suspicious. He should have turned around to see who came in through the door he sealed with his own hands. He should have reached out and took out a weapon to defend himself.

"Brother Misso, I hope this is not your response to the method I chose. If this is the case, you can just say it, and I will tell you too. That is the method I chose, and others will surely also. Agree."

   muttered to himself, he took a black cloth from the side of the bowl and wiped his hands. For some reason, the scars on his knuckles were aching.

   "Raman Stephens, I have heard your silence, all of you must understand that I have to do it,"

  In his mind, he remembered what he had previously asked from the tortured demon, that guy could understand the future in a way he couldn't understand. Maybe it was quite dangerous, but it didn't matter, he believed he could control it.

"A crisis has emerged between the realm of reality and intangible matter. I have encountered those nightmares day after day. The dark star has begun to appear, but it has not yet fully bloomed. We need some extraordinary means to overcome this. One pass."

  After finishing, he threw the cloth back into the bowl, splashing water everywhere, took the hand armor from the table, and put it on carefully.

   "I know you are in fear."

  He looked down at the splashed palm, bending his fingers to adjust the position.

"Yes, I mean fear. There are many forms of fear. The most common ones on the battlefield are those that are more common. Watching your comrades be knocked down, watching your blood relatives fall into black fury, watching the situation on the battlefield take a turn for the worse. How can you respond to a crisis? What else can you feel other than fear?"

  He straightened his fingers one by one, and his mind was split into two parts, equating the forcibly captured words with a more direct and unbelievable result.

  "You see those shadows as monsters and want to kill them, but you should not be afraid of what I do. I am not your enemy."

  After saying this, he held his breath.

  Why don’t they answer?

  If you want to do it, why don’t you see any movement?

   "I always thought that I was such a person, not good at speech and clumsy thinking."

  He reached out and picked up his dagger, the silver blade smeared with blood.

   "But at this moment I only ask you to listen."

   Then he was ready, and the two hearts suddenly pumped blood into the body.

   "Listen to me and trust me."

  Suddenly, he turned around.

   "I believe you, Brother Calistarius."

  This is another existence speaking, but the voice almost scared his soul away.

  He turned around, only to see a noble mask, it was in the shape of a crying beautiful man with long hair, golden tears frozen on his sad face

  The next moment the silver blade missed his hand and fell to the ground, he was dumbfounded, and when he returned to his senses, the hut was empty and there was no one.

  The sound of the dagger falling to the ground broke the silence in the room.

   The two hearts in his chest throbbed like heavy hammers. He stood for a while, then walked to the door of the room, his staggering footsteps aroused echoes in the room.

  I saw that the warning seal he had set up by himself had turned into fly ashes, but the door was intact and there was no sign of opening, so he stretched out his hand to open it, and then stopped.

  What just happened?

  Is it an illusion?

  Is an attack?

   is a warning?

  Why would San Guilleno suddenly speak to him?

In confusion, the Holy Blood Angels Think Tank, the honorary member of the first company, and the registrar Calistarius sighed lightly, feeling that the future is getting more complicated and confusing, especially after the battle group set out to support the Amiji Dorten. This feeling is getting stronger and stronger.

  As the battle group’s think tank, in addition to managing the archives of the battle group’s classics, he also handles the fortune-telling before the battle group’s expedition.

  The result of divination is not good, but the danger does not come from war. It seems that there is a darker existence waiting for them, at least that thing will never be green skin——

  In order to know what it is, he even used some taboo power-even in the think tank group, he is also known for his boldness.

It is this kind of boldness that made him stand out in the battle of "cursing sins" on the deserted space city. However, most fighters are far from psychic powers, and they are more inclined to "play with fire" like him. Is easy to be isolated, so his friends are basically wise

  Library.

   "Oh, I've always been restless these days—"

  After finishing the divination, he chose to meditate in place for a while, but suddenly his personal communication channel was accessed.

   "Kalistalius Code Recorder."

   is the voice of his apprentice Gaius Lecheros. In the static noise, the other party seems to be waiting for his response.

"what's up?"

  "Did you bother you?"

  Kalistarius looked at the empty dark house~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and then responded slowly.

   "No, you can tell."

"what happened?"

  Speaking, Calistarius has stood up and picked up his helmet from the table.

   "I will be in Armageddon soon."

   "Understood, I will be there soon. Anything else?"

   "Well, I just received the latest news. We are not the first to arrive."

   "Oh? Who is that?"

   "It's the Astral Knights and the White Templar. They are all subgroups of the Fist of the Empire."

   Calistarius was stunned for a moment. For a moment, he seemed to catch something in his mind, but he quickly found nothing as before.

   "Strange—"

  Confused, he left his room, leaving only the incense in the dark slowly dissipating——

  (End of this chapter)