The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"Accusing us as heretics! How pure are you!?"

The wizard roared when he saw the flames.

Then he stood up straight, staring at Soshyan with four solitary golden eyes, turning his staff to protect himself with storms and spells.

But Soshyan had already slashed out of the burning sky, and the swirling flames went straight to Eggothermo.

The wizard fought desperately, but some non-warp force struck him in the body, shattering his ancient armor.

In an instant, blood and Tao Gang fragments flew into the air.

Soshyang stepped forward with Talos by his side, forcing the wizards to keep retreating, forcing them to protect themselves only with their own spells, until they couldn't even do that.

When the flames subsided, Eggathmor's protective spell finally failed, and he fell to the ground on one leg, the staff in his hand shattered, and thick black blood flowed from the shattered breastplate.

"This power...this power...let me think about—"

Although his life was hanging by a thread, Eggothermo lowered his head and muttered to himself, as if he was still reminiscing about the impact just now, studying the source of the power that almost destroyed him.

Suoshyan held Fentian close to him, and the wizard trembled like a convulsion. A sharp glove pressed against his chest to stop the bleeding, but it was in vain.

He didn't fight Soshyan and kicked him down, but he spoke.

"Soshyan—"

Eggothermo's words were interspersed with short, ragged breaths.

"I get it...I get it...you've been imprinted with its favor by a false god."

Soshyan didn't answer his words, just raised Fen Tian and stabbed deeply into the opponent's chest, so powerful that the spikes at the top penetrated the floor.

The wizard spat a mouthful of black blood on his face and throat. He looked up at Soshyan, the light in his golden eyes was fading, and then he suddenly took a breath and laughed.

"are you ready?"

His four eyes rolled up, and then a majestic warp fire burst out from the wizard's body, sending it flying backwards.

Soshyan fell sideways on the high platform, and the other party's laughter echoed in his ears.

He was on fire this time, his armor and body smoking, pain radiating from his chest, arms and legs, and he heard Talos running to help him shouting his name.

"how come......."

I originally thought that the other party was already a lamb to be slaughtered, but I didn't expect this one in the end.

Suddenly, all the sounds were gone, and Soshyan opened his eyes and found himself strolling alone in the icy corridor.

This is Obsidian Fortress, his former home.

Soshyan stopped and exhaled slowly, feeling his head was aching, his ears were ringing, and his bones seemed to be growing, making his limbs aches.

I may be different from the pain of breaking my vow, but the source is exactly the same.

Silently, he stopped at the end of the corridor. In front of him was a gate made of fine gold, inlaid with thick wood, but it had been cracked and damaged, breaking the figures carved on it.

Warriors with swords held high, in robes, their faces looked up at the starry sky above.

Soshyan put his hand on the rough surface of the wood and felt a familiar pulsation in my palm.

It is of varying shades, hurried and slow, as if the fortress was a living creature, a dying creature.

At such a close distance, he found he could hear something else, something almost drowned out by the silence.

He leaned down slowly, put his ear to the wall and listened carefully, it was the soft whispers of a group of people.

Our blood stained the stars—

This battle cry, Soshyan has not recited it for many years.

Soshyan stepped back from the door and drew his sword.

There were more cracks and ticks, followed by a bubble-like hiss, a seal on the wall to his left cracked and blackened, and the viscous liquid rushed in.

It began to sprinkle on the walls, the stench of death and corruption, and when it hit the ground, it slowly spread around.

"This is-"

Soshyan pressed the leak with his free hand to try to stop it, but more seals cracked, and more darkness poured into the hallway, running down the wall and around his feet.

He tried to break free of it, but the liquid pulled so hard that he couldn't move.

The darkness then churned and transformed into a figure looming over him, as insipid as an unfinished statue.

Soshyan reacted in an instant, slashing the sword at the dark figure, but it didn't crack or move.

Instead, Soshyan lost his weapon, and the black liquid wrapped around his wrist and chest. The weight of the liquid made him feel like he was carrying a mountain on his back.

"I have nothing to fear!"

Soshyan shouted to the figure.

"You should be afraid."

Only then did he see the face in the darkness, his own face, but it was terribly gloomy.

Then it began to scream with a thousand figures, and the darkness began to climb higher and higher, until it filled Soshyan's mouth and nose and ears, his eyes, and finally completely drowned him.

He felt like he was losing his body, becoming a bystander, enveloped in an invisible force.

But at a critical moment, Soshyan smelled a fragrance, similar to some kind of plant, with the breath of life, and rushed to his forehead, causing him to wake up after a deep breath.

"what!"

After waking up, he subconsciously touched the place where the smell came from, and found that it was a pale cyan leaf-shaped badge given to her by Veronica, but it has now turned into powder.

Then he saw that Eggathmor had remade himself out of a pile of broken bones and armor, and had become a monster, a demon.

He stood up again, greatly contorted.

Talos has been fighting the opponent to protect Soshyan, who was in a coma before.

Soshyan immediately supported himself on his hands and knees. At this time, a pair of mottled wings emerged from the wizard's back. Talos ran and jumped up, slashing at the wizard's transformed body with a roaring chainsaw.

The turning serrations gnawed into the armor and crystal skin, drenching the surrounding space with shards and silver ichor.

Eggothermo then grabbed Talos, and his clawed hands roared and threw him to the edge of the high platform.

Talos fell heavily, but he had already slammed the entire bolter's magazine into the wizard's chest and wings, only to let the warp flames he originally attacked at Soshyan shattered only a piece of the floor.

"Damn!"

Soshyan let out a roar, rushed over, and poked Fen Tian into the wizard's crystal skin.

The opponent summoned an evil fire that knocked him backwards, and the armor was smoking, but it didn't really shake Soshyan.

Soshyan gathered his strength and let a black fire shroud the opponent.

Spiral flames ignited the wizard, making his crystalline skin flow like molten metal, making him scream.

"Gar Mozejie!"

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