The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Soshyang clearly felt that the lungs in the chest cavity were slowly expanding, gradually freezing into hard and useless pieces, and the beating of the heart became heavier.

Now, they are more like stirring the viscous ice water in vain, rather than performing their original function and dutifully pumping blood where it should go.

He started to run, and the silver liquid dripped from the cracks in the broken skin, and it slowly ran down the gray skin.

Soshyang couldn't remember where these wounds came from. The cold wind made it hard for him to think about it. They flooded into his mind, sweeping away the few thoughts left.

The ground shattered again, but this time it no longer slipped quietly from his boots—instead it collapsed unexpectedly, with nothing to start with.

He found himself slipping to the ground, and the successive falling rocks made him unable to stand up at all, but the hand that he instinctively stretched out in panic saved his life, preventing him from falling into existence three seconds ago. Cracks in the abyss.

At this moment, he was suspended in the air, his whole body weight only supported by his arms, and the muscles there were already sore as if they were torn.

And below, there is only the deep darkness and the howling gust of wind. This is an abyss whose width and depth cannot be estimated. It may be the huge mouth of the abominable alien **** swallowing the world.

It seems very easy to give up his life at this point. Even if he persists, the end of his scarred body is nothing more than to endure the pain of frostbite raging for a few minutes before being swallowed by the storm, or to be affected by that terrible existence. The huge jaw was torn to pieces and died in its hot, sharp sharpness

In the teeth.

Do not! As a soldier, he must not regard falling into darkness as his end.

Just as he felt that his fingers were gradually slipping and loosening from the edge of the rock, a large shadow fell on him.

He raised his head, thinking that he would face the shiny teeth of the metal giant, or its huge palm.

But what fell into his eyes was neither.

An incredible man appeared on the edge of the cliff, fully armed, and the silver-gray cloak was hunting behind him.

"Soshyan."

The speaker was Anto Amurad, and he stretched out his hand at the warrior hanging in the air.

Soshyang did not hold the opponent's hand, nor did he speak back. Frost sealed his lips, and his tongue was frozen and numb.

Amurad smiled, and he stretched out his arm wrapped in his armour again.

"Come on, boy, it's time to go."

For a while, he fell into a short dream, which was not real sleep, but more similar to stagnant darkness.

Consciousness rises intermittently and repeatedly like a tide. Suddenly, he feels a kind of ethereal warmth, which is faint and indifferent, and easily evokes sleepiness. When it gently brushes the surface of the skin, he opens his eyes and vaguely glimpses the corner. There was a cluster of orange flames swaying endlessly.

"Soshyan?"

He heard Amurad’s voice again,

Soshyan still did not answer.

Not unwilling, but unable. His tongue was lying between the painful gums at the moment, and he seemed to have completely lost consciousness.

At the same time, his thoughts are still trying to form on the edge of consciousness.

"do you know--"

The voice asked:

"How close were you to death just now? And how far are you from it now? Cheer up, you little fellow."

His eyes were closed, and the nausea swept through at first, and then everything went back to nothingness.

When he woke up again, what fell into his eyes were the broken gray-black metal bulkheads, most of which were stained amber by the campfire.

The fragmented scenes he experienced not long ago fell from his consciousness one after another. He saw the destruction of the stars, saw the silver Ability God, and then it uttered a terrible roar...

Then there is nothing left.

This time he finally stood up successfully, the pain spreading along each bone, and at the same time, his joints also made a muffled noise.

The space here is small, but when he really sees it clearly, Soshyang is shocked.

He was very convinced that this was the bridge of the former flagship of the battle group, the Storm.

But now only the torn bulkheads and domes of the bridge remain, and some of the remaining walls are bathed in the light and heat emitted by the flames. After being tortured by the cold for a long time, he breathes greedily, as if he was swallowing his lungs. It is life itself.

The smell of blood and ashes is engulfed in the heat. Even so, for the throat that has tasted the bitter taste of frost cold, it is also a kind of commendable happiness.

"I started to think that you have already gone to the emperor's side."

The huge figure sitting by the fire said to himself,

Soshyan stared at his battle captain, the older warrior was churning the center of the flame with a thick, dead wooden stick.

When those words came out of his mouth, Soshyan knew that this was not what he really wanted to say.

"It's been a long time since I saw you for the last time, Commander."

Amurad smiled again, his eyes still staring at the fire in front of him.

"What are you looking at, Soshyan?"

"The corpse."

The young soldier answered.

"You are dead, commander of the battle group."

"Is that right?"

Amurad let go and threw the branch into the fire. The dancing orange-red light and shadow instantly swarmed up and swallowed it together with the unburned fern leaves.

"I am reviving the battle group."

Soshyang said softly, countless turbulent thoughts began to gather, they collided, linked with each other, whether they were true or false, real or false, and he began to wonder whether he was really awake at the moment.

"We will be stronger than...in the past."

"Oh, that's great."

Amurad grumbled, maybe it was laughter.

"You are such a hero."

Soshyang struggled to stand firm, walked to the fire, and sat opposite his long-dead war captain.

"Am I in a dream?"

"This is your first question? I thought you would ask something more practical. Do you know where you are?"

"where am I?"

Amurad's eyes lit up, deep and dim, and joyful expressions flashed in them.

"A shelter."

"I see, so where is this shelter?"

"It's here."

Soshyang felt an instinctive irritability~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He grinned and exhaled.

"What is'right here'?"

"It's where all of us ultimately belong."

Amurad laughed loudly in response, and he lifted his cloak straight to reveal his scarred power armor.

The opponent's chest was completely turned into horrible ruins, and the cracked wound spread from the throat to the abdomen. Below are ruined internal organs and fragmented flesh. They were frozen in the frost, with almost no signs of distortion.

"Tell me about it, how is the battle group now? How is the star knight situation?"

"We are stronger than ever."

"Emperor, I really miss you guys. The scene of you being recruited and training has always appeared in front of my eyes."

Amurad sighed and turned his eyes to the flames.

"Soshyan, do you remember what I said to you."