The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"This is......"

Seeing that a strong man suddenly appeared, although Gar Mozejie was surprised, he was not flustered, because he still had a hole card——

The relic of the Second Legion tapped out a powerful spiritual force, condensed a vast force from the shattered soul of Eggothermo, and then poured it all into the body of a grotesque bird-shaped statue—— It was powerless to crawl on a claw-shaped altar, and was burned by the scorching spiritual flames.

In an instant, the flames of burning the sky spread in the space, turning it into a vibrant newborn sun, and drawing a giant ring of prestige in everyone's pupils.

"Gar Mozejie!!!"

Eggothermo wiped away the tears of fire from the corners of his eyes, and the etheric light that penetrated his soul brought him incomparable pain - this is the pain of the curse, and it is also the pain of eternal redemption.

failed...completely failed...

He failed the war commander, the name of the thousand sons, and even the wisdom he believed for many years.

The radiant and lush bird feathers bent his spine, the milky white raptor claws replaced the once dexterous hands, the glorious dream of honoring this life finally ended in such a field, the fantasy of the past has been distorted by reality into the extreme blasphemy. of graffiti, and began to laugh at this arrogant and ignorant self.

The most terrifying psionic transformation comes from the gradual collapse of the mind. The surging etheric wave smashes Eggothermo's mind into a shattered silver mirror-an endless number of meaningless thoughts clenched his mind at the same time, billions. A chilling mix of voices filled his mind, vying for any chance to shake his eardrums.

The voices that belonged to Eggother were fading fast, drowning in the tumultuous quagmire of chaos.

In a few minutes, if not seconds, Eggothermo would have completely plunged into the **** abyss of perverted logic, forever forgetting everything he ever owned.

"what!!!!!"

Suddenly, another brand-new flame of fury pierced through Eggothermo's body, and the heart-wrenching torture made him tremble, causing a burst of molten metal-like silver light on Toba covering his entire body.

He could clearly feel Gar Mozeje's spell—it whizzed through the vast ocean, constantly providing him with the energy he needed for Nirvana.

Eggersmo was even curious, how did the other party know such a profound technique?

Turning this spell into reality alone? Introduce the fragmented consciousness into the Ninefold Realm?

Eggothermo's existence was already very vague, and he could even clearly see them gradually dusting off the dust that had covered his body for thousands of years, revealing the monstrous silver-white body.

"I have a plan—"

Eggosmo groaned in a low voice, recalling a discussion he had with Zaer Mozejie a few days ago about the battle situation. At that time, the other party officially proposed the idea of ​​ambush Soshyan, although he knew it was a bit risky—— but Even so, Eggersmo still believed in this plan, and gave Gar Mozejie the greatest degree of trust——

why? How could he be so wrong? Why did he think that this taboo method would not get burned? Why do you still let the other party execute the plan even though you know there are clues?

As early as when the two were discussing, he was already in a state of doom, right?

Even death has become an extravagant hope for Eggothermo at this moment - he can only watch himself being transformed into a demon with little consciousness and being controlled by the other party, while constantly emitting pain. The roar, while enduring the eternal torture of piercing the bone.

"It turns out you already planned..."

Eggosmo cleared the last trace of unwillingness in his soul and exclaimed in pain.

Gar Mozejie moved his hands and feet on his spirit very early!

But he didn't even notice it!

"Gar Mozejie!!!"

Gu's huge wings clicked out from behind it, and a plume of smoky feathers emerged.

Ygothemo turned into a real demon, with claws on his toes, stomping monstrously, holding a great hooked sword reflecting like a mirror in one clawed hand, and in the other. The top is holding an indigo crystal staff, with a changing emblem on the staff.

Looking at the figure that had previously split it in two, it tilted its bird head, opened its beak and laughed again, with an indescribable tone in its voice.

"Oh? That's it?"

The man walked out of the shadows and saw that he was wearing a strange power armor with a black body and golden flame patterns around the edges, a skeleton-shaped eagle emblem on his chest, and a helmet with blood-colored bat wings on his head.

Looking at the huge demon, he tilted his head, then quickly pulled out the bolt gun hanging from his thigh.

As the muzzle spit out blue flames, one after another explosive bombs with golden trails rushed out of the barrel.

Those bullets set the demon on fire, its messy feathers deformed and detached from the roots.

As they disconnected, thick liquid silver flowed out of the wound, with a few drops splattering out of it, like a large handful of coins.

But it still laughs.

Afterwards, Tzeentch's demon smashed its staff on the pedestal, using the characteristics of this space to quickly extract the power of the volatile crystal labyrinth in Tzeentch's realm.

In an instant, everything began to change, even time itself began to slow down.

Only Soshyan saw what had happened with clear eyes.

Every puff of smoke, every flash of fire from the devil's hated body.

He saw Sevita's chainsaw spinning slowly, and the reflection of the firelight from the Skeleton Aquila.

Then he saw the demon move in this slow time, raising the ugly hand and conjuring a hellfire.

Then it turned that hand, igniting Sevita.

Soshyan's angry roar was also locked by the slow time around him, and he could only watch the crow princes burn, and the flames flowed like burnt candles on the armor.

But then ~www.readwn.com~ another flame gushed out from inside Sevita's power armor, instantly extinguishing those demonic fires.

It was an azure flame,

Failing a single blow, the demon retracted his wings and smashed at Sevita. The former company commander of the Eighth Legion opened fire three times in a row, hitting its torso twice, and shattering a twisted horn on its head with the third.

That should kill it, but it didn't, the creation of the warp wouldn't be that simple.

The two fight together, claws against the chainsaw.

Although Sevita has great advantages in skill and speed, the demon also has unpredictable sorcery. I saw that after its left arm was cut off by the chainsaw halberd, it suddenly summoned crystals one after another and put Sevita on his back. Pressed down on the ground.

But then, Soshyan saw what seemed to be speeding by—

It was an odd-shaped knife like a bird's feather, almost as big as his palm, with a silk thread tied behind it, a silk thread that was barely there, but shimmered with a strange luster.