"So...this is the secret you have been hiding, the swords of the Three Saints?"
Bosette's angry voice echoed in the palace-like bridge of his flagship. Standing in front of the throne, his anger of leaving his departure pointed at the three Three Holy Guards below with the supreme scepter in his hand.
"A Star God! A Star God... a Star God who has never appeared in the record!"
The three saint guards in the head did not seem cringe at all when facing the angry emperor.
"Things are far more complicated than you think. Fr. Bosette, now please immediately take the nobles of the dynasty to temporarily transfer to other ships, and leave here immediately to move to other tomb worlds. This is the only way to preserve the Laisha Dynasty."
"You brought something so dangerous to me, and now you want me to escape like a coward and give up your flagship and crown world!"
"This is the best solution, and it's not too late. This thing cannot be restricted by the current methods of the Laisha Dynasty."
"What's going on with these Aida!"
The pharaoh's scepter pointed angrily outside the huge round observation window, where an elegant giant ship was pouring out a meteor shower light towards it, and then the entire bridge swayed slightly.
On the left, a harvester was dying under the fierce enemy's firepower. One side of its hull had been torn apart. At the same time, three night shroud bombers flew past the lost power and turned at a speed that could crush a living creature. But behind them, six green night-winged fighters were biting their butts. These elegantly-shaped spiritual fighters were not inferior to those of the dead-fearing aircraft, and lined up in a tight spiral flight posture when they opened fire.
Soon, a dark night shroud bomber was hit, and it suddenly lost control and began to roll, then smashed on the tomb ship, causing a series of explosions.
The Three Saints Guards also stared at the fierce battle scenes, and only turned around after a long time, whispered in a very personalized voice:
“It’s all…accident.”
Bosette became even more angry when he heard this. The energy nodes in his body were extremely bright because of this fury, making him seem to have turned into a blazing green sun.
"Accident, accident, accident! How many orders have we bought for Szarak's accident! How much price have we paid!"
At this moment, the green holographic image floating in front of the Emperor attracted his attention. A towering existence kicked open a thick black door and walked in as if it was spread. He was carrying a huge weapon on his shoulder and holding the upper body of a fearful deceased in his left hand. It was the eleventh son of the Emperor, and the seventh son and the nineteenth general who died today. Although they were all able to be resurrected through the rebirth agreement, the reality was not optimistic when the energy distribution of the tomb had been squeezed to the limit.
After staring at the damn bastard viciously for a long time, the emperor turned his gaze to the Three Saints Guards.
"If the Raysha Dynasty would perish today, Naszarak's actions would be made public. I let the dynasties see what he did!"
"Falun Bösette, please choose your words carefully."
But the emperor, who was extremely angry, no longer paid attention to these Szarak's traits. Now he only has one idea - to do everything possible to erase this thing that tried to destroy his dynasty.
"Order all the Dark Sands to be dispatched."
Hearing the order of the Emperor of Phras, many nobles turned their heads slightly. Dark Sands were the death mark team of the Laisha Dynasty. The dynasty was very "good at" using assassins in the age of flesh and blood. Therefore, after the transformation of the biological body, it maintained a much larger death mark team than the ordinary dynasty. However, these things were invisible after all. Unless they were forced to helpless, even the Emperor of Phras would not send them easily.
But now, they are all awakened from the box of death, just to deal with one enemy.
An enemy who can destroy their ancient dynasty—
Soshiyan stood in the jingling darkness, at the center of a nightmare that could suffocate mortals, in all directions, with as many terrifying green eye sockets as sea spreading in all directions, and thousands of unconscious faces were turning blindly towards the invaders.
Then, the blade of the square array lit up, and the Gaussian tearman's energy supplier also lit up.
When countless space undead infantry came over, it seemed like a surging metal wave, enough to flood the world.
Then, the massacre began.
Soshiyang threw away the remains of the nobleman who feared the deceased. He had absorbed the abundant energy that the other party drove his body. This was the first time he felt a real "absorption". Although he had this feeling in the past battles, there was no doubt that the absorption of energy in the physical level had a stronger stimulation to his sensory stimulation, as if the energy on the deceased was naturally very consistent with him.
Facing the metal dead body that was pounced on like a hungry ghost in hell, Soshiyang slowed down his breathing and slowed his perception of time to the limit of his ability. The powerful energy caused his gray graft to undergo some kind of "excitement" change, which he could not describe in words. In short, the world has changed, becoming small and trivial, and he could also watch the lines and particles formed in the air. He could fight like a god - and could last for a long time.
In this state, he could feel something else in his heart, or deeper, whether it was hunger or angry, or something else.
But Soshiyang has learned the commonality of the star god's greed for souls. He does not want himself to become a soul-hungry vampire, a evil spirit wandering in the world - even if he can stick to his original heart, just like a gun, you can control it to fire, but you may not be able to control who it hits.
After a brief thought, Soshiyang burst out.
When he jumped suddenly and came directly to the densest place of the enemy, he stepped on the two immortals under his feet as soon as he landed on the ground, and then waved his Burning Heaven with the momentum of the autumn wind sweeping the fallen leaves, and chopped down thirty immortals before the first limb fell to the ground.
The Burning Sky, which was passing by at high speed, almost turned into a belt of light, with every movement carrying a huge force like a landslide, and Soshiyang's movement in the crowded array of fearful deceased was as easy as reaching out to wave a spider web.
Not far away, a lord of the Dead was trying to wield the halberd in his hand to command. The rain-like Gaussian energy shot, but Soshyan had ignored them, as if an Astarte would not care about the laser gun.
Chapter completed!