The Emperor’s Angel of Death

　　 "Kayla Mansha Kane!"

　　 Soshyang was surprised and suspicious, and suddenly dying songs rang in the wind, which made people very uneasy.

　　 He didn't understand, but he seemed to understand that it was the name of this dying god.

　　 While struggling to stand up, the broken **** crawled closer, turning his hands in the sand to find a point of strength, but it really seemed unable to stand up.

Soshyang watched its crawling, and noticed the traces of axe hacks all over the body of its shattered plate armor. The long hair like a mane on the back of his head rose like smoke, floating on both sides of its roaring death mask-just Same as the Phoenix Lord Howling Banshee.

　　 The gust of wind swept across, and the hair spread out in all directions, it was like a slave caught in the storm.

Soshyang stepped back carefully, his boots ran over the gravel. Although he was already filled with curiosity, no matter what the limp thing in front of him was, its anger surged like a halo of psychic energy, extremely powerful. .

　　 He took a step back, and then continued to examine it carefully.

　　 No matter how majestic this idol was, it has now been destroyed by supernatural decay, and the once magnificent **** body is now only a struggling and crawling body.

When he squinted his eyes and scanned the afterimages around its body, Soshyang could almost see its past glory-a body in mythical plate armor, his eyes filled with white flames, his heart beating, and he couldn't burn. A huge amount of lava is overturned on the black stone bones.

It is the majestic incarnation of revenge and slaughter in the world. Soshyang saw many fuzzy pictures in the flying dust around the shell, and the wind blowing now gathered a false halo around it-another A once magnificent weak echo.

　　 If it stands up successfully, it will be higher than a Knight Titan.

　　 And even if lying down, it is still a huge thing, leaving large traces of curls in the sand.

　　 gazed at the devastated incarnation of the god, he almost began to pity it.

Its pitch-black skin has faded into a gray charcoal shape, black smoke is constantly leaking from its cracks in the strong wind, the blood of lava has stagnated like amber sludge, and the old scabs of the scars congealed when the blood was getting colder. While losing blood, he was devastated by time.

　　 Once glared at the mortal eyes, now there are only empty eye sockets and a godless face.

　　 "I am a soldier of the emperor's glory."

　　 He whispered to the creeping god.

　　 "Soshyan Alexei."

The **** had black teeth and gray gums, trying hard to shout, but only dust flowed out of his mouth, into the sand under his chin, and the psychic resonance brought by the silent shout hit the cable in vain. Shiyang's line of defense of the mind.

　　 It tried to crawl close, but the **** shattered when they touched the ground. The thick magma flowed out of the residual limbs and slowly turned black as it cooled.

　　 "An alien god."

　　 Soshyan kept his voice calm. His sword was shining with ample energy, and sparks danced wildly at the tip of the sword.

　　 "It was your own depravity that led to such a sad ending, didn't it?"

　　 In daily conversations with Talos, Soshyang generally knows the process of the fall of the spirit race, and naturally has no good feelings for these alien gods.

　　 In response, the **** uttered another silent roar.

　　 "Except for this irresistible hatred, you have nothing left. It's so pathetic."

　　 But suddenly, with a moan and a scratching sound, the statue finally stood up.

　　 It drew an old, broken sword from the red sand, and finally coughed up the first sentence from the gritted teeth and the dust-filled gasp.

　　 "Suin!"

　　The withered **** roared. Although the sword in his hand was a weapon, it was now more like a crutch. From the sword, bursts of unsatisfactory black smoke were emitted, but it failed to burst into flames.

Soshyang was taken aback, almost thought he was in trouble, but then the avatar swayed and fell again, turning into a posture with his hands and knees resting on the ground. At the same time, the skin at the joints cracked and followed the wind. Gradually passed away.

　　 He suddenly noticed that the inscription on this huge sword seemed to be the same as the fragments he had seen before.

　　 Are the two related?

　　 After thinking for a while, he decided to let go of these things first.

　　 "There is no time to pester you."

　　 Soshyang walked forward, holding a sword in his hand.

　　 He approached the deity who fell on the ground and raised the Sacred Yan sword high to form a scene of execution.

The avatar 　　 grabbed his greaves with a cracked hand, but it was limp, but another finger was broken.

　　 "I will end your pain."

　　 After that, the long sword crashed down.

　　 The next moment, there was a sound of metal and stone hitting, the hissing dust was carried away by the wind, and the dust hit the fine porcelain, making a chuckle.

　　 With the separation of the body and the head, the fallen **** completely turned into fly ash, but on the bone-white dust, the black ashes outlined its former shape.

　　 At the moment when he killed God, his consciousness returned to reality again.

　　 He is still in this hall, holding the warm fragment in his hand, everything seems to be just an illusion?

　　 Boom——!

　　 Just as he was thinking, there was a loud noise suddenly behind him, he turned around, and a hole was blown in the wall directly, and Talos got in in the smoke of gunpowder.

　　 "I thought you were caught as a coolie by some demon."

　　 Soshyang smiled and put away the fragment.

　　 "Almost."

　　 "Where is this?"

　　 More fighters filed in from the blown wall. Talos stood in front of Soshyan and looked at him carefully for a while.

　　 "You look strange? What happened?"

　　 Soshyang had to agree with the keen intuition of the Night Son, so he took out the pistol, handed it to Talos, and told him what had happened to him.

　　 Of course, not all, such as the incident when he "eaten" that thing.

　　Talos looked at the pistol carefully, frowning slightly.

　　 "This language...Well, if I remember correctly, it is a language widely used by humans before the long night. It is called Federal, and it has a certain relationship with Gothic. Can't you understand it?"

　　 Soshyang was a little embarrassed.

　　 "Language courses...cough cough cough, I didn't pay much attention."

　　 "Well, the name engraved on this should be a person's name~www.wuxiahere.com~ It should be translated as... Diego Alatrist? That's how it should be called, right?"

　　Talos returned the pistol to Soshyan.

"do you know him?"

　　 "Of course I don't know, this place is full of weird... By the way, there is a spiritual language, you can translate it."

　　 Soshyang then imitated the two sentences he had just heard. After listening to it, Talos thought for a while, and then replied:

　　 "The first sentence refers to the real name of the bloodhand Kane, the **** of war **** of the spirit race, and the second sentence...translated into Gothic, it should be called Doomsday Wailing."

　　 "Doomsday wailing..."

　　 After thinking for a moment, Soshyang decided to deal with the matter after solving the matter here.

The soldiers searched the entire temple inside and out, but apart from some rotten antiquities, there was nothing valuable in it, and they could already confirm that the temple was dedicated to the blood of the spirit race. Kane.

　　 At first Soshyan was thinking of blowing it up, but thinking of his previous experience, he still chose to let it remain silent in the dark underground, with Quan as someone's tomb.

　　And that pistol, before leaving, Soshyan also put it back in the temple——

　　 Let it pass away.

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