The Emperor’s Angel of Death

On the lower and lower decks of the Meteorite bridge, many priests in red robes were busy among the contemplative arrays, which were part of the battleship's many secondary contemplation arrays.

At this time, there was an order to implement the communication silence on the broadcast. A young woman with scribbled hair and eyes suddenly raised her head from the contemplative person, then hurriedly packed up the things in her hands, looked around and left. own location.

When she was walking, the loose robe could not hide her plump figure, which attracted the attention of many young apprentices.

But she turned a blind eye to this, walked all the way to a public bathroom, glanced left and right, walked in, came to the box where the hand sanitizer was stored, and unscrewed the screws around the box with a small screwdriver sticking out from her fingertips, and then removed the Under the box, I took out a miniature locator from the hidden compartment behind it.

When she returned to her room, the six data miners were hard-wired into the data network by linking the network system once and for all, using filtered identifiers, they were sending large amounts of data through the breached ports, and Be wary of any detection or reconnaissance of them.

The room is not very big, clean and even a little austere. An iron-framed bed is pushed to the far corner, a chaise longue sits in the centre of the room, next to a console made of polished bronze, and a contemplative fitted with an extra makeover.

On this boat, a retrofit of this level would put a beginner in unnecessary trouble.

After entering a piece of information, she put the things back where they were, and left the bathroom with a relaxed expression.

The lowly priestess then returned to her job

She has only five hours of rest until the end of the day - again thanks to the reduced workload when communications are silent.

The whole process lasted about five minutes, and when it was over, a sweaty young man appeared in front of the mirror.

He looked weak, and he was panting violently with his hands on the edge of the sink. Then he raised his head to check his face carefully, made some minor adjustments, and then dragged out a set of mid-level priest uniforms and robes from under the bed to wear. On his body, he attached a mechanical prosthetic eye to himself and put on a pair of mechanical gloves.

Finally, he opened the ventilation pipe and flexibly drilled in.

But she didn't really care,

After taking off her robe, she came to the mirror almost naked, opened a cassette, took out some injections and started injecting herself.

After the injection, her body and face began to change, and even her musculature began to change.

"Is he not here yet?"

One of them, a man in a black robe with a white trim, was pacing the metal floor, looking anxious.

"Could you have been caught?"

In a secret dark corner on the lower deck of the Meteor, three people have gathered, but everyone is wearing a mask and hiding a mark that can prove themselves.

This is one of the many waste disposal centers of the warship. The smoke and dust of various colors are scattered in the air, exuding the smell of pungent chemicals. The buildings are engraved with the embossed mechanical skull and the double-headed eagle logo, and the incinerator is flashing with dazzling light. , the image composed of a single pixel is constantly flickering and transforming.

Usually there is no one here except the Servant, but now I can't even see the Servant.

The man named Jon nodded and stopped pacing.

Soon, with the sound of light footsteps, the last person arrived, but no one here thought that "he" would be a curvaceous priestess before.

"Sorry, something was delayed."

He's clearly a high-ranking mid-level cleric, most of his organic parts have been replaced by implants, but still human enough to hide his fears.

At this time, a person came over and whispered:

"Calm down, Brother Jon, it's no use worrying now, if he was caught we should have heard the news."

The man named Jon hurriedly interrupted the chat between the two and said solemnly:

"A few of you can interpret the code I left behind, indicating that everyone has a common purpose. I will not guess which side they represent, but at least now our purpose is the same, and our situation is the same.. ... To tell you the truth, several of my colleagues have been secretly arrested. The great sage already knew that there were people like us in the fleet and tried to clear us. Therefore, although our identities are different, in fact He's in the same boat, and he won't be soft on who we belong to."

The priest who finally arrived smiled and said:

"It's okay, it's good to come."

A fourth man came over, wearing the Reza Patriarch logo on his body.

"Since everyone is here, it's not much nonsense."

"The air is intertwined with the radio waves of the listening device!"

"There's nothing I can't handle."

The clergyman, marked by the Patronus, tapped him on the arm.

"Speak as if we're negotiating a particularly lucrative trade deal, but before that, tell us what you want."

"Here? Now?"

The priest, who had previously persuaded others to relax, began to panic when he heard this:

Of course those present knew, but no one spoke.

"I got its location coordinates."

When Jon spoke again, his optical implants gleamed greedily.

"Trust me, nobody's hearing anything interesting right now."

"Presumably everyone is here for the Mechanical Ark, right?"

As Reverend Jon spoke, he looked around.

"How can you be sure that your coordinates are real? I don't think anyone except the sages knows about this, right?"

Jon nodded.

"Yes, it's very classified information, but I guess you shouldn't be interested in where it came from, you just want the results, don't you?"

"And I hope that you can help me send the information, and I will also provide you with the coordinates so that everyone can get what they deserve. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com"

The other three remained silent.

In the end, it was the priest with the Apocrypha's logo who spoke first.

"Then what do you need us to do for you?"

"I need a communicator that is not in recording and monitoring, even a short-range one. At the same time, I need to find the loopholes in the signal shielding device, and I can solve the rest myself."

The other three looked at each other for a moment, then nodded at the same time.

The priest who finally arrived put down his hands on his chest and said with a smile:

"How can we be sure it's not a trap?"

"If it's a trap, you're done now."

A secret operation was immediately finalized under the deliberation of the four, and at this time, Reza's exploration fleet had made the first warp jump and began to accelerate towards the target area.

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