God Emperor's Angel of Death

Chapter 256

Finally, with the completion of the purification of the unbound soul, the machine had to be dealt with.

"Commander Zhan, your... Ability must have an effect on it, so I suggest you destroy it directly."

After a moment of silence, the priest put forward his own opinion.

"It's also very useful."

Suddenly, a lazy voice sounded from behind them.

Soshyan looked back and found that it was sevita.

"Boy, recall the function of this thing. With it, your fleet will be invincible in sub space."

Indeed, sevita is right. This mechanical ability is quite powerful for a fleet, which means that others say that when you sail blind in sub space, you keep your eyes open and know who is walking nearby.

"Think about it, it's just a tool. The tool is not good or bad, just depends on the person who uses it."

"We must not use the power of the devil."

Yazdan immediately refuted this remark.

"This is astat's bottom line."

"Ha, this is not the bottom line. It's called rigidity. You wouldn't say that if you knew what power those loyal people used in those years."

"All right."

Soshyan interrupted their argument. He came forward, pulled the chain off the door, and pushed it away.

The huge machine stood gloomy in front of him, like a creeping beast, on which you can see the residual blood and those blasphemous words.

As the gate was pushed open, a small whisper began to reverberate in everyone's eardrums.

"The former commander of the war told me at the last moment."

He slowly pulled out the holy Yan sword around his waist, and his face gradually became iron blue.

The whispers gradually turned into curses and yells.

"There is a boundary between use and conspiracy."

With a click, Sheng Yan's sword sank deeply into the machine, and those curses and roars turned into wails and weakened continuously.

Soshyan jerked his sword and pulled it out. Suddenly, a lot of dark purple liquid overflowed from the crack, like a bleeding wound.

With each breath, the strength of the gray pulp increased. He put his hands into the crack and didn't get into the liquid, as if he wanted to hold something.

Slowly, the liquid froze and began to float like dust.

"That's my answer."

Sevita looked at him, didn't speak, but spat on the ground, then turned and walked out of the warehouse.

When he left the warehouse gate, he met sol with his arms around the edge of the door.

"So I won."

Looking at Sol's victory smile, sevita cursed and strode out.

"One of them is a dead brain. I think you are Dorn's cubs in the 11th Legion..."

Sol smiled and shook his head. Then he went into the warehouse. At this time, soshyan was also walking out. They bumped into each other.

"Instructor sol?"

"Just right."

Sol took out a data board and handed it to soshyan.

"This is a message from the bitter Walker regiment half an hour ago. Look."

Soshyan took over the data board and spent two minutes scanning the contents of it. His eyebrows were immediately squeezed into a ball.

"There was a serious riot in valledo? Several regiments sent to suppress lost contact? There are suspected signs of chaotic activities, signed by... Judge Marcus oginis lucles."

He put down his data board and said with concern:

"Something big happened to valledo."

916.m41, valledo, Ninth Parish, 4337 infantry defense

Javier was a dying man, covered in blood.

He ran desperately, driving his tired legs as hard as he could.

His lungs were burning because he inhaled too much exhaust gas, but he couldn't care so much at this time.

He ran as like as two peas in the track. Behind him came the sound of laser cutting machine and incinerator. The stamping machine kept repeating the same work. The crane moved the carriage with different specifications.

It was originally a station. It was still in operation half an hour ago until those people appeared

The roaring machine kept drawing dust into the air, making it almost difficult for Javier to open his eyes.

Everything smells of burning and death, and so does it taste.

It could also be the smell of movi's blood splashing into his mouth. He retched desperately, but he still couldn't spit out anything.

The cracked face of his comrades in arms and the splashed plasma still couldn't disperse in his mind, and his last cries echoed in his mind.

"Shoot, you idiot! Shoot!"

Javier heard the voice behind him. The heretics laughed wildly and knocked on the carriage of the train with weapons at a strange rhythm.

The machetes and ritual daggers cursed by evil killed most of the people in Javier's company. The cultists slowly cut open their bodies and enjoyed their screams, laughing wildly and smearing blood on their bodies.

This made Javier, who was hiding, disgusted, but he still couldn't shoot.

The defense line is about to fall. Everything is over!

Click, click, click——

There are such sounds everywhere. They sound so close.

The throne is on. He doesn't want to die like that. He was cut open by a dagger and tortured to death!

In other words, he didn't want to die at all, either gloriously or tragically like others.

He wants to live.

Javier began to run again. His mouth tasted other flavors, mixed with dust and blood.

It was a little salty, and tears rolled the dust on his face into his mouth.

"Come back, poor soldier!"

The evil believers behind them shouted arrogantly. Not long ago, they were the most devout believers of the emperor.

"We're not over yet!"

The sound came into Javier's ear through the gap between the machines. He kept walking through the car, trying to avoid it.

The unconscious machine servant still bowed his head and repeated his work. He didn't notice Javier running by. Most of them had been knocked down or dismembered.

Javier didn't want to fight back, but he couldn't kill anything. He couldn't even pull the trigger.

He can't save his fellow movi, his comrades in arms, or anyone.

He almost ran to the end of the station. The head of the last train lay on the track, like a giant beast silhouetted in smoke, stationary but frightening.

He can hide under it if he can run over.

But Javier couldn't.

His eyes were full of exhaust gas, dust and their blood. He stumbled to the target, but hit something in the shadow and fell to the ground. Strangely, the collision didn't make him feel pain.

"Yo, kid, you seem to be lost."

But he quickly cried out in despair because he hit something worse, something that had kept him awake all night——

A blood covered cult was looking down on him with crazy eyes.