The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Chapter 1110: Brothers turn against each other

"Ok?"

The pyramid shattered, Rozim's eyes widened, and in the darkness, another door was opened, and another person walked out.

He was wearing a black-bottomed red-edged power armor with a lot of golden flame patterns on it. There were no marks on the shoulder armor, but on his chest was a metal skeleton-shaped eagle emblem surrounded by flames.

He wears a jackal-shaped helmet on his head, and in his hand is the characteristic curved machete.

Looking at the man, Ahriman tilted his head and let out a "Huh" sound, looking a little confused.

"Who are you...? Why do I feel so familiar? You are... my brother?"

From the weapon held by the opponent and the psionic mark on his body, Ahriman immediately judged that the opponent was also a thousand sons.

But who it was, he really couldn't tell for a while.

"We are no longer brothers, I am just one of the people you poisoned, exile."

"Poison?"

Ahriman snorted softly, looking very dissatisfied.

"I just want to protect the Legion and protect everyone. When everyone is suffering from the pain of flesh and blood mutation, who is willing to stand up! Is it you? Or Amon? Or our Primarch? No! It's me! I am the only one willing Stand up to save everyone! And you refuse to take even the slightest responsibility!"

"Yes, so we believed you."

said the jackal with disgust.

"Although we should have known what you are."

"you--"

Ahriman froze for a moment, then shook his head.

"With such a tone, I know who you are, Kayang. I didn't expect you to appear here after you've been missing for so long, and you're still wearing... this kind of attire."

"You still care about that?"

"Then your inseparable Blood Guard—"

"Shut up! You're not allowed to say her name."

Jackal looked very angry at this moment.

"You do love her very much,"

Ahriman said lightly.

"No wonder you collapsed so completely when she died."

"You speak as if you know what that feels like, you don't."

"I have no idea?"

Ahriman stared at the jackal with his crimson spectacles, and then he knocked his staff to the ground, and everyone's vision was engulfed by his past.

Burning worlds, open passages in the sky, nightmares gushing out of them.

Rozim saw heresy and evil, witchcraft and carnage, but I also saw something different, something from the distant past.

That was when the Emperor was still walking.

He saw Ahriman wearing armor not cobalt blue, but crimson.

He was not wearing a mask. On the contrary, the same pattern was beautifully painted on his skin with golden paint, and the face below was not scarred or fabricated.

He walked into a circle of sand, where another of his compatriots was waiting for him, who also had a pattern on his face, with shining eyes and falcon wings.

Ahriman and his brother both had daggers, and they fought fast and gracefully. Deadly even in training.

The pair ended the match without even a drop of blood, and Ahriman extended his hand to the defeated fighter, both laughing as he pulled his brother up.

Suddenly, the defeated warrior turned his head and screamed at Zhongtian.

His figure is twisted, his armor creaks and cracks, slippery flesh squeezes out of the cracks, his blind eyes roll in forked chunks of blood, his outstretched claws and arms drag on the stone floor, once human Flesh seemed to burst out of the armor.

Ahriman fired, again and again, until the firing pin clacked against the empty chamber.

Then he stood there for a long time, watching the blood and flesh redden in the sun, with tears in his eyes.

"I know exactly what that feels like."

Ahriman said, and the memories vanished like dust in the wind.

"The feeling of being alone, driven by regret and guilt."

The jackal shook his head in disgust.

"I'm not like you."

Ahriman smashed his staff again, this time filling his sight with another past.

Many warriors in red armor were knocked down, with twitching limbs and sharp blades and battle axes in their chests.

The world is in flames, people are begging, and shadows like wolves are galloping everywhere.

The jackal clenched his fists subconsciously.

"Kayon, you and I are exactly the same. Both are driven by the past, but focus on the future. You have been searching among the stars for ways to correct your mistakes. The only difference between us is... Memories. "

But gradually, Kayang loosened his fist and shook his head.

"Ariman, I watched my brothers turn to dust, and I saw their souls scattered in the etheric tide... Since that day, they have not said a word to me except agreeing, not laughing Voice, without the love of my compatriots, I have been walking among the stars with an empty shell for ten thousand years, and I have always been alone."

Saying that, Kayang turned the knife in his hand, a portal appeared beside him, and a soldier in armor came out.

Ahriman watched him for a moment, frowning.

“Mekkari…”

The warrior didn't respond to his name, he didn't look at Ahriman, he just walked over to Khayan.

Then Kayang turned the machete again, more portals appeared at the edge of the room, and more thousand sons came out and took their places. There were more than a dozen of them, but no one spoke, and they fell into complete silence. There was only a quicksand-like sound.

Ahriman sighed softly.

"Really? We can work together to fix our brother."

The exile's voice was very sincere, and then he raised his staff, his arms spread like wings.

"Let's join forces, rebirth will happen, and reconstruction will happen, and the mistakes in the red letter will be corrected!"

Kayan shook his head.

"Ariman, haven't you woken up yet? There is no legion, and it is impossible to rebuild, the scarlet letter is like the wolf fleet that destroyed the city of light... Do you remember? Go to the back of the wizard star , we rebuilt the city of light as it was, but everyone found that this new city could not evoke any nostalgia and guilt for our hometown~www.readwn.com~ What's worse, we have even forgotten what For brothers, and for our father, he no longer cares about the fate of his children, he has long since lost himself in a greater game, devoted himself to the war between the four gods, and now he has only Ethereal ether! So you understand? Repairing the Scarlet Letter doesn't mean repairing the Legion, it's over."

Ahriman lowered his arm, his tone turned cold.

"So there's no need to talk anymore?"

"There's nothing to talk about."

"Ok."

Almost as soon as the language fell, the red letters on both sides fired at the same time, creating a terrifying storm of noise and flames.

The two wizards stood in the storm, not caring at all about the hail of bullets around them.

"You are not my opponent, Kayang."

"Maybe in the past, but now—"

Kayan raised the knife, and a blue flame surrounded him.

"Not necessarily."

Seeing those flames, Ahriman let out a low voice in surprise.

"So you took refuge in them!"