The Emperor’s Angel of Death

　　 "You must think clearly, the road to promotion will be full of thorns and obstacles."

　　 Yazdan said calmly, his voice reminded Bachram of the old priest in the small town church, but the other party's ending sound wouldn't be so long deliberately.

"Among the people we select, only a very small number of people are physically and mentally enough to meet the criteria for joining us. Those who fail will die directly. Those who succeed will swear to serve the emperor for life and be loyal to them. You will also die in the process."

　　 There was no encouragement or any exaggerated declarations. What Yazdan explained was only the cold reality.

"After that, your life will be full of endless wars and hardships. The only satisfaction will come from war, and the only rest will come from death. You will no longer feel the feelings from others except the friendship between brothers. Love, you will have no family, nor any trace that can be left to future generations, only the record of fighting for mankind in the battle group record."

　　 Hearing this, Bachram raised his head slightly, he thought of his parents.

　　 When they found out that he was missing, were they very anxious, looking for themselves everywhere?

　　 After his brother can't see his elder brother, will he always hang around where they often play?

　　 Can I really give up all this?

"... Even so, you will be forgotten with these records one day. Your family will not know what happened to you. They will not know whether their children continue to fight for the emperor or die. In the war, the life of a mortal may be full of hardships, but it is after all life, a continuation of life. To be an Astarte means to embrace death and become death."

　　 The pastor paused and scanned the kneeling crowd again.

"Look up, look at me, take a good look at me, this skeleton will be the future for all of you, no matter which way you choose to go, we will give you one last chance, let you choose to be in Where to die."

　　 The kneeling boys raised their heads, the pale skull helmet on the black-clad priest was like a mockery.

　　 There were hesitations on some people's faces.

　　 Pastor also noticed those people, so he increased his tone.

"I know that many of you have gone through numerous obstacles in order to get here, and even gambled everything just to be our brothers! Even so, now you still have a chance to change your mind. Those who hesitate should leave. Here, choose life instead of death, even if this life is short and cruel."

　　Bahram heard a low chuckle from around him, he turned his head and found that it was Hamore who was laughing.

"what are you laughing at?"

　　 "I'm laughing, those fools who give up when they get here, this pastor is obviously scaring the cowards."

　　 "I don't think so."

　　 Bachram shook his head and continued to listen to the preacher's preaching.

"You can rest assured that even if you choose to quit, no one will judge you arbitrarily! And those who did not leave and were chosen by me and my brother, your life will no longer belong to you! This is The contract we made, once it takes effect, will not be broken! So now, act! Who wants to leave?"

　　 As soon as the pastor's voice fell, a boy stood up hesitantly and walked out of the square with his head down.

　　 His departure attracted the attention of many people.

　　Once one person has made the first move, then the rest will soon imitate his behavior.

　　 After a while, a few more people walked out of the crowd in a humiliating silence.

　　 One after another, a total of more than a hundred people chose to leave behind them, followed by whispers of contempt.

　　 "Don't judge others arbitrarily, otherwise others will judge you in the same way!"

　　 Yazdan shouted solemnly, his voice echoing all around, making people shiver involuntarily.

　　 Then, the black angel swept his scepter at the height of his shoulders, and his huge shoulder guard moved with his movements, making a sound like a life.

"You must remember that this act of admitting that you are weak is an expression of courage. Some of these boys will become future citizens, future husbands, future fathers! By fulfilling these identities, they will also continue The future of mankind! Because perhaps their children will come here one day and will stare at the emperor’s icon."

　　Bahram's knees trembled, he was hesitant to stand up.

　　 But Yazdan's subsequent words made him firm up his resolve.

　　" For a person, the moment when he realizes his true value is sacred!

　　 No matter how humble this value is, it should not be laughed at! "

　　Bahram is convinced that his value is to fight among the stars.

　　 The crowd fell silent.

　　 "I'll ask again, who else is leaving?"

　　 This time, no one moved.

　　"Very good.

　　 The remaining people of you have agreed to accept our inspection. Your life belongs to us. The screening begins! "

　　 The priest raised his hand and declared.

　　 The servants of the battle group walked down from the platform and shuttled among the crowd, while the other part built up temporary compartments on the platform.

　　 They selected one boy after another ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and pulled them up and brought them to the pharmacist.

　　 In this case, even the bravest boys kept trembling in fear, while the weak ones cried out of control directly in front of the giant.

　　 The pharmacist took a machine from his waist, put it next to the boys and checked the results shown on it.

　　 The white angel talked to each boy in a low voice, their voices being so small that no one else could hear them.

　　 He will also take the boys into the cubicle and unzip their clothes for a detailed physical examination.

Pastor 　　 expressed his opinion by gently nodding or shaking his hair, and asked the boy some questions from time to time.

　　 The selected boys were taken to the garden and divided into three groups.

　　 Due to the large number of boys and only one pharmacist, this work continued for a long time until a priest of mechanical teaching joined in, and the situation improved.

　　 The crowd gradually shrank, and the size of the three teams gradually increased.

　　 Finally, it was Bahram's turn.

　　He went up the stairs, and the pharmacist Balitaem stood in front of him, as if he was taller than the emperor statue.

　　 He smelled a strange smell, it felt like a mixture of engine oil, perfume, and a sweet and brassy smell.

　　 The surface of Balitaem's instrument was covered with tiny needles, and when it was attached to Bachram's body, these needles pierced his skin.

　　 The boy gritted his teeth and survived the pain.

　　 Soon, there was a burst of laughter from the pharmacist's helmet.

　　 "Child, your test results are very good."

　　 The instrument made a beautiful cry, and a green light flashed out of it.