The Emperor’s Angel of Death

The world around Soshyang collapsed suddenly.

He found himself in a magnificent space, with a blue dome dotted with stars above his head, and a colorful earth drenched with sunlight under his feet. All the worlds in the vast universe merged into a giant tapestry, just like the game of a grand game. checkerboard.

On that chessboard, the magnificent epic is kicking off.

Thousands of empires, majestic strategies and countless races have participated in it, playing the role of a drama of prosperity and decline, vertical and horizontal, and fighting.

Unity, annihilation, reconstruction, annexation, aggression, expansion and enlightenment all flashed before his eyes.

And he sits up in a big chair high above, and has a panoramic view of everything in the world.

But the next second, an unrealistic vortex suddenly appeared and pulled him, its unrestricted and terrifying power leveraging his control of the material world.

Soshyan maintains a peripheral perception of himself and the surrounding environment. He can feel his body and even see his own flesh and blood.

He observes this complex body like a galaxy at a micro level, examining the countless atoms that make up the whole one by one, splitting the essence of his life into the smallest genetic information, as if using a prism to skillfully filter out the light. Its colorful components.

At this moment, he seemed to be a universe.

Suddenly, a strong sense of falling surrounded him, and the next moment he fell from the world.

Falling into a huge space surrounded by black rocks, this place is so big, no less than a world, only through the mist in the distance can see the black wall extending to an endless height.

The wall surrounds the body and the spirit. In this completely visible prison, all the shackles of meditation have disappeared.

Soshyang wanted to stand up, but found himself sitting on a throne with stars, life and destruction on it.

There are no other furnishings in this space. The throne stands on a high platform next to a high wall, and chaotic runes snake across the floor in the form of a whirlpool.

For some reason, Soshyang felt very angry. He wanted to growl, but couldn't open his mouth. He wanted to stand up, but he was bound to the throne.

When he raised his head again, he saw that a huge body that transcended thinking and language ability emerged on that side of the towering black wall.

They are so stalwart and so huge that Soshyang feels like a bacterium.

But he knew very well that they were staring at themselves, as if it were a trial.

When the fury advanced to the extreme, Soshyang finally let out its roar:

"A group of betrayers!"

He broke free from the restraints, stood up, even freed himself from his body.

He started to swell and gradually became huge, until he saw that place—

Subspace, it presents a tumbling tunnel, falling endlessly into the realm of madness and potential.

Soshyan broke the wall, rushed into the tunnel, and began to travel through the radical changes in the subspace, searching, testing, and thinking.

His spirit flew over the wave of unrealistic collisions, the violent current made him soar with excitement, and the shadow that just stopped and had not yet shown a clear shape threatened with a dark omen.

Although the concept of space is meaningless, the nodes in the subspace are still related to specific points in the material world.

When he pressed his spirit closer to these intersections of reality and irrationality, it seemed that if he pushed harder, he would penetrate the veil again and emerge from the firmament in different areas of the galaxy.

At this moment, something was calling him.

At first it was far away and unclear, but his spirit reacted to the interference, as if something important needed to be known.

Then he turned to it.

Soon, the sound of thunder—not heard but felt, echoed in his existence.

A storm formed in front of him, accumulating a fusion of colors that did not exist, as if creation and destruction were fighting against each other.

The storm grew stronger, and it stared at him, it was a spinning eye.

There is something important here, huge and accumulating, although he can't see its essence, but he knows that he can't ignore it.

Soshyan let the storm's external turbulence draw him closer, and as he approached, the strong vortex made him painful.

He could barely look at it, the meaning of the tide lingered on his edge, but at the last moment he felt the big mouth open to swallow him, and backed away.

Soon he approached again, along the edge of the whirlwind of dreams.

He didn't face it directly, but tried to touch its far end.

The storm was huge, roaring with unparalleled potential power, and the uncovered edge accumulated secrets, reaching out to him and inviting him.

It wants him to be a part of this dance, and it's miraculous to lure him here.

He should look at them, he should know them, he should be them.

Because soon everything will be swept away by revelation.

Soshyan didn't know the nature of the truth that called him, but he saw the power of it, so he resisted it.

He tried his best to stay above the storm while trying to perceive what was on the other end of its center.

When he glanced out of the storm, he found a secret fragment, so he grabbed it and got out of the storm with a shout.

But before he opened his hand to see what the secret was, the world collapsed—

"I-"

Soshyan woke up, and found that he did not know when he had been standing in front of the floating cube, it was as big as a Riemann Russ, and the weird rune on it exudes a dim red light. After Soshyan woke up It fades away like a dying fire.

But when he lowered his head, he saw that he stretched out his arm and pressed it on the cube.

"You seem to be sleepwalking, walking up there by yourself."

Down the steps, Talos said softly, with some strange fear.

"Whenever I want to touch you, I will be bounced away by a huge force, and you ignore the time force field surrounding this thing and walk in directly."

"Time force field—?"

Soshyang retracted his arm, UU reading www.uukānshu.com's mind was still muddled.

"Huh? It seems to be closed?"

Talos hesitated for a moment, and finally stepped onto the stairs.

Indeed, as he thought, the time force field protecting this mysterious cube disappeared. This time force field is not the same concept as the static force field of human beings. The time inside is not static, but chaotic.

It is possible that the first second is a hundred years, and the next second will go back two hundred years.

"This thing—what exactly is it?"

Soshyang looked at the cube, he felt vaguely as if he knew what it was called, but couldn't tell.

"I have to ask you."

Talos sighed and walked to Soshyan.

"Although I shouldn't say this, but... Soshyan, you must be vigilant about your strength."