The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Nearly a minute after being rounded up, in the upper layer of the nest tens of kilometers away from the starting point, the real world fell apart for a short time, and a hole leading to the subspace suddenly opened.

Although there are surveillance equipment all over this place, none of them has issued alarms about subspace fluctuations in this place.

The subspace gap appeared in a writing room on Central Avenue, south of the Mechanical Church.

This writing room has long been closed, and rows of bookshelves full of manuscripts stand in many dimly lit rooms, and the smell of paint and grease is lingering between the crowded desks.

Suddenly, countless papers suddenly began to rustle, and the books and manuscripts stacked on the bookshelves and long tables trembled. Some fell to the ground, some opened suddenly, as if a light breeze was blowing by, or the hands of an invisible scholar. Flipping them.

The locked book box containing precious classics began to sway, and the chains and iron locks rattled, as if the rebellious book trapped in it wanted to break free, turning the pages into wings and flying to freedom.

In the final analysis, it seems that the large amount of text concentrated here has attracted the wild eyes of Subspace and focused it on this.

The reality is torn apart, it is like a fruit torn to pieces by hungry hands. The crack is still broken on both sides, and it is divided into two like silk and satin, like a mouth and a wound.

Then, the light surged like blood that hadn't condensed yet.

The appearance of reality was cut apart by a canine-toothed scar, and a sharp axe protruded from the other end.

The real space on both sides of the axe blade opened outwards like flesh and blood on the dissecting platform, and a nasty breeze poured into the writing room, rolling the fallen paper into the air, and the whole room was quickly filled with blizzard-like pages.

Then, a figure stepped out from the gap.

He is huge and fully armed. The battle axe in his hand shone with gloom, and the original substance of the subspace slowly dripped from the blade.

The second figure followed one after another, but it was just a mortal.

He seemed unprepared, almost trembling across the rift in reality, and then fell to his knees, shaking the wooden floor of the writing room.

The pages of the book covered with words are flying around him, some of them have begun to burn.

A mortal travels through the subspace with a physical body, and 100% has no good end, but he is unscathed, of course, thanks to the blessings of those around him.

Sorge used his free hand to touch the blindfolded silk scarf while his whole body was shaking.

It is precisely because he insisted on this that he saw nothing during the leap, but he felt enough.

This was definitely not an experience he wanted to repeat, nor could he understand how his master could accept such feelings.

When he raised his hand to remove the blindfold, the painful experience just now swept him completely.

Sorge fell to the ground and began to vomit.

Foul-smelling bile spurted from his mouth and splashed on the floor between his hands.

He humiliatedly lay on the ground and panted loudly, the burning confetti falling like snow flakes, the scars of the physical world behind him closed in a tremor, and the filthy light disappeared.

The burning paper swirling around also gradually slowed down their frantic dance steps, falling to the ground as the breeze faded.

"Is it here?"

Kayang asked softly, wiping off the material on the battle axe with his palm.

"Yes it is--"

Sorge answered with difficulty. He was still lying on the ground, spitting out the bile from his throat.

When he was about to stand up, he suddenly had a cold war and vomited again.

Kayang glanced at him, and then used his psychic energy to brush his servant's brain to erase those adverse reactions.

Sorge finally stood up.

"Feel...thanks, Master."

He gasped and said, trying to regain his composure. Although with Kayang's help, he still felt that his internal organs felt empty, and there was a disgusting taste in his mouth.

"This place looks safe."

"That's not good."

Kayang shook his head.

"time to go."

After that, the two quickly left the writing room, and in the thick night, they hurried forward in the alleys of the upper nest capital.

These alleys are old but well-maintained. The drainage system on both sides extends in all directions under the tidy slab-paved streets. Occasionally, light is projected through the gutter of the gutter, and that is often the light of fire.

"There are only two hundred meters ahead."

Sorge has been faithfully performing his duties and leading the way for Kayang.

"I really didn't expect that the astral knights would react so quickly. I originally expected that even if they were discovered, it would take at least three to four hours..."

Along the way, Sorge was saying some self-blaming words in an annoyed tone, but Kayang remained silent the whole time.

Suddenly, he stopped.

In front of them is the mechanical church, but in terms of appearance, it is closer to a factory. The 30-meter-high factory building is like a giant starfish.

A wide drainage network surrounds the surrounding area and drains the waste water generated inside. The intersections of the pipes are spherical, and the foul black sewage rippling inside.

There was no one here, only the crackling sound of a huge torch burning.

"the host?"

Sorge heard the footsteps stop behind him, so he turned around.

But the moment he turned around, his neck was choked, and the whole person was hung in the air.

"When?"

Sorge's legs and hands were shaking constantly, and the pressure on his neck made his entire face flush. He babbled for a long time and couldn't say a complete word.

Afterwards, Kayang slightly strengthened the strength in his hand, and the opponent's bones immediately made a bursting sound.

"What price did they offer? Is it worth your life and loyalty in exchange?"

Under the helmet, Kayang's expression is completely invisible, but his voice is as cold as ice.

"You know the fate of the betrayer."

"Oh, of course he knows."

Suddenly, a voice behind him said.

In an instant, Kayang turned around with Superman's swiftness to search for the source of the sound.

At the same time, he drew out the explosive pistol like lightning, swept across, aiming at any exact target.

An interstellar warrior wearing silver-gray armor ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ with lightning-like tears on his helmet and face appeared from the corner of a pipe made of stone and brick, each with a blaster pistol in each hand.

"Sorry for being late."

He said cheerfully, then fired.

"Hello, Magnus's rebellious son."

Kayang only fired one shot, but the other's bullet had hit his shoulder, causing his quasi-head to completely deviate.

And the purgatory bomb he shot

Hit a statue not far away.

In response, the star knight that appeared suddenly tore Kayang's body with a barrage, raining bullets roaring, but Kayang didn't hurriedly propped up a soul shield.

The bullet rain hit the shield, part of it exploded directly, the other part changed direction, densely dotted with the surrounding walls.

Taking this opportunity, Sorge broke free from the shackles and hurriedly plunged into the sewage to escape.