The Emperor’s Angel of Death

The two battle groups marched side by side along the wide avenue. The astral knights walked on the right side of the queue, and the ascetics on the left.

The servants of other legions followed closely, followed by the servants and slave laborers, and the bronze bells on both sides of the broad avenue sounded as the soldiers moved forward.

"The last time I walked with another battle group was almost a hundred years ago."

Not only did Mazar sigh, he was walking with Soshyan empty-handed at the moment, and his horrifying scythe was handed over to the servants to look after him.

"We are all scattered among the stars."

They walked side by side at the front of the queue, and the battle group flag held high behind them cast a shadow for them.

"It is my glory to walk with a hero like you."

Soshyang said cautiously that this was his first courtesy activity as the commander of the battle group. It would be impossible to say that there was no fluctuation in his heart.

"I hope you will tell me in detail what happened in the Vader system."

"I will."

"I heard that the alien you attacked was a space necromancer?"

"Yes, it is those soulless machines that are driving a crazy war fortress called the engine of the world, trying to destroy the entire galaxy."

Mazar suddenly glanced at Thor wearing a helmet. This ordinary looking warrior always gave him a strange illusion.

The sword on his waist, no matter what distance it is, can threaten his neck.

Although it is still in the sheath.

"At that time, more than a dozen battle groups were concentrated?"

Mazar retracted his gaze, he hoped that he was careless.

"Yes it is."

Soshyan nodded.

"Including the extreme fighters, they sent a whole seven company."

"Then why is it so tragic ending?"

"Because there was no means to end the world engine at that time, or we have tried all means, the only way is to sacrifice the battle group's flagship Storm to make a desperate fight."

With that, the team came to the mourning hall of the monastery fortress. At the far end of the hall, a black monument stood.

This monument is a miniature version made by Soshyan imitating the real object of the Vader galaxy and letting craftsmen make it. From the appearance, it is almost exactly the same, except for the decoration of those dead souls.

"Is this decision made by your battle group leader."

"Yes, it's a plan he tried to execute against all opinions."

When he came to the black monument, Magyar raised his head, looking at the engraved numbers and line of names, 77 interstellar warriors, buried in the cold void.

"What's his name."

"Amurad."

"Amurad, I will remember."

In front of the black monument, the solemn atmosphere spread. All the interstellar warriors took off their helmets, clenched their right fists in front of their chests, and buried their noble heads.

Everyone, regardless of their status or military rank, cherishes the memory of these lost imperial heroes.

It was they who burned themselves that gave mankind a glimmer of light and hope in the dark galaxy.

"The name of a hero should not die."

Ten minutes later, Mazar raised his head again and looked at Soshyan.

"The responsibility on your shoulders is very heavy, although I know that under such a bad situation, most battle groups will inevitably go to extinction. I can see that you have been working hard to restore all this."

"I once swore that I would never let the banner of the warband fall."

"In fact, we have encountered the same situation as you."

At this point, Magyar's tone suddenly became heavy.

"In 420, our battle group met in the void with the remnants of the Tyronn Alien's Behemoth Worm's Nest Fleet. In order to eliminate this alien, I led the battle group to land on their Worm's Nest Mothership."

Hearing this, the accompanying veterans all had painful expressions on their faces.

"It was a cruel and **** battle. We knew too little about the Terra Zerg, and even less about their Hive Mothership. The complex terrain and endless hatcheries in it made us suffer tremendously. Loss."

The words of the empire hero were mixed with regret.

"Although we killed it in the end, the death rate of the entire regiment was close to 90. More than half of the company's all personnel were killed in the battle. They were trained by me bit by bit from the beginning of the reform. It is not too much to say that it is my child ."

Suoshyang suddenly noticed that this imperial hero was no longer the warrior who maintained high morale at all times, he was more like a grieving old man.

At this time, the traces of the years finally appeared on the body of the Magyar battle commander. It was a kind of vicissitudes and sorrow deep into the soul.

Soshyang didn't know what to say for a moment.

Fortunately, Lord Magyar immediately cleared up his emotions.

"If there weren’t a batch of recruits on the home planet, and the genetic seeds accumulated over the years, we might not be able to get up again in a hundred years, but even so, until now we have only more than 500 fighters, and we have recovered to Half the power of yesteryear."

As an ancient battle group in the Second Army Era, the Ascetics Group has a much thicker background than the Astral Knights, but such a blow can only be accepted once.

"So I fully understand your determination and difficulty in rebuilding the battle group."

"Nathan 4 is a good planet. I have the confidence to fly the banner of the battle group in the void here again, and continue to fight for the emperor."

"Yes, that's the momentum."

Lord Magyar smiled heartily.

The team then passed through the mourning hall and moved towards the assembly hall, where the servants had already prepared the Astarte's banquet.

Entering the corridor connecting the two peaks, Lord Magyar looked at the main monastery fortress and the towering church in the distance.

"What a spectacular place."

He couldn't help but exclaimed.

"You haven't been here for a long time, right? The results are amazing. I hope you will show me a good tour~www.wuxiaspot.com~Of course."

Soshyan then delayed the banquet and took the Lord Magyar around in the monastery fortress. In the process, the two had a close conversation.

But it doesn't involve too many warband foreign affairs or missions. They talked mostly about their own experience, mainly because Lord Magyar was talking about Soshyan as a listener.

He was very grateful that the empire hero was willing to share his knowledge and experience with him, especially about the alien like Tyron.

Soshyang fought against Greenskin, Space Necromancer, and even Ada, but the Tyrann Zerg was an enemy he had never veiled.

The earliest record of the Tyrannids appeared in 4735. When the Imperial Explorers were performing their usual planetary surveys, they found that some life in the world had suddenly disappeared at the edge of the eastern part of the galaxy. There is no theory that can explain why the vitality of animals and plants was originally inhabited. Suddenly, the world became a deserted boulder.

When the time came to 4745, the outpost of the Tyronn galaxy in the eastern sector began to be attacked by an unknown alien race.

Within a few days, the main star of Tyron and its tightly guarded outpost were completely destroyed, and the first recorded contact between the Empire and the Zerg took place. They are also named after the discovery of the Tyronn galaxy, known as Tyron. Zerg. div

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