Chapter 853 Koz: I Just Like Doing This

Angron rushed towards Lin Fan, making no other sound except the sound of the metal body moving.

"Why can't I control my body!" Orikan shouted in the core, and only Angron could hear his voice.

Lin Fan turned around and looked at the giant rushing toward him. He thought Olican's new body was out of control.

Lin Fan easily caught the fist with his palm, and said with a smile, "Orican, how come your temper has become so bad after becoming as tall as Angron?"

Lin Fan responded with a heavy and tired voice, "Kill me."

Angron?

Lin Fan was stunned for a moment, and then Angron's other fist hit Lin Fan in the face.

The living metal fist showed amazing plasticity upon impact, exploding and reshaping like water on Lin Fan's cheek.

Lin Fan blinked, and the bayonet on his arm popped out, cutting off the giant's knees with one horizontal slash, and then cut off the arm with two more slashes. Trazin also cooperated with Lin Fan's movements and used a special device to reduce the activity of the living metal.

"Angron, calm down, we have no intention of being your enemy." Looking at the temporarily immobile giant, Lin Fan tapped the huge spherical observation ball on Angron's head with his finger in an attempt to communicate with Angron.

The spherical viewer is unable to show any details of Angron's face, let alone the movements of his eyes that can peer into his heart. Lin Fan could only guess that Angron was watching him based on the rough alignment of the spherical observer with his face.

"Kill me." Angron continued to repeat his request,

"This." When Lin Fan was in a dilemma, Coz, who had been silent all this time, took action. He passed through the gap where the original body stood like an imperceptible shadow.

Curze stood in front of Angron, looking at his brother with eyes that were much more indifferent than ruthless.

Coates spoke, his tone without any emotion or involvement, "Do you long for death? Do you think you are guilty? Are you trying to atone for your sins with death?"

Angron didn't answer Curze, and Curze didn't need Angron to answer him. He knows Angron's past and future. Although there is a slight deviation now, there is essentially no difference.

Angron is fed up with killings, Angron is fed up with wars, Angron is fed up with emotions. He longs for peace and rest more than any ascetic. He just wants to let the toughness of his original body be a little too much. Life ends.

Coze once longed for destruction and liberation with the same feelings, but no one ever satisfied his request. Even if he sank into the gap between history and time, forgetting himself in an unknown corner, he was still dragged away by Lin Fan. Pull it out.

Death is a gift, but it is a gift not worthy of Angron and Curze, nor by anyone in this damn universe.

"You are not worthy of atonement with death, and you cannot atone with death. Come on, brother." Coze looked at Angron, with a self-deprecating smile and deep sadness in his eyes, "This is our trial, we He cannot be freed and does not deserve to be freed. He who has blood on his hands will not die well."

Curze helped Angron up. Angron did not attack Curze or anyone else. The calmness he showed was scary and strange.

Curze led Angron further and further away, and Trazin hurriedly chased after him. He yelled without grace, "Where is Orikan! Where is Orikan! Where is he! Where is he! "

Curze squinted his eyes, looking narrow and dangerous. He said pitifully to Trazin's face, "Orican is dead."

"Fuck you!" Trazin completely forgot about the huge gap between him and a primal in melee combat. He immediately raised the staff of empathic annihilation and slashed Curze's neck with the blade.

The blade stopped in mid-air, maybe because Coze liked stimulation, or maybe it was to tease Trazin. This blade that could threaten the original body was very close to Coze's skin.

Curze's hand grasped the handle of the Empathy Annihilation Staff, and no matter how much Trazin moved the cold metal body, he could not move the blade even an inch.

"He is dead, or he and you are dead a long time ago. I thought you could accept this more easily, but now it seems that the Star God did his best when encoding your core, didn't he?"

Curze's words completely shattered Trazin's defenses, and his grid-like mouth flickered but made no sound.

Yes. Everything he said is right. Orikan, Trazin, the Silent King, and the Necrontyr. They have died long ago, died in the war in heaven, and died billions of years ago regardless of the tower. No matter how Racine copied or recreated the old life, he could not change the cruel fact that the dead crudely imitated the living.

Just like this universe that disintegrated and dissipated, leaving only the Milky Way, the Necrontyr was left with only an ethereal symbol. All existence was an ancient legacy of the past glory, no different from the rough burial objects of kings and tribal chiefs in the barbaric period.

Desperate and sad, Trazin couldn't even hold onto the Staff of Empathy Annihilation. He knelt tremblingly on the ground and made a meaningless buzzing sound.

Curze smiled, a cruel smile, the same smile he used to express his views when facing the confessions of those guilty.

"Trazin! This byd is lying to you! He is lying to you! He has no idea what he is talking about! He is just a fool whose brain has been burned out by human supremacy! An arrogant and naive childish ghost! Tower Racine! Tracine!”

Orikan's core screamed angrily, scolding Curze for being mentally ill, and blaming Trazin's logic module for being too smooth to stick to water.

Orikan's sight was getting farther and farther away from the distraught Taraxin. After his anger slowly subsided, he also felt a warmth in his heart. It was certainly a happy thing to see someone care about him so much.

But now, Orikan wanted to pass on the important news he had just discovered.

"Fortunately, I still remember those codes."

Orikan weaved runes and digital streams, which he had quietly learned in the body of the void dragon.

He had not yet figured out the principles of how these things worked, but he knew what effects they had.

At the edge of the Milky Way, the Silent King led the fleet back. After ordering the contraction of the Milky Way's defense line, many problems needed to be dealt with. A meeting led by the Silent King would allow the emperors of the dynasties to have less conflicts of interest when fighting together.

The law was quickly written down and sent out by the dynasty warlock. Then a warlock began to move twistedly as if possessed by a parasite. His abnormality aroused the vigilance of the royal guards. When these loyal guards were about to chop the warlock into pieces with their blades, the Silent King raised his hand to stop them.