The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"To the heroic spirits of the knights of the stars, to Captain Soshyan, and to your warm hospitality,"

Mazar raised his glass and said loudly, and everyone responded.

"Tong respect the ascetics for their outstanding merits, respect the commander of the Magyar battle, respect your firm conviction!"

Soshyan also toasted.

"The empire will live forever!"

They drank them all in one fell swoop, and the soldiers sitting at the elegant long tables in the grand banquet hall also raised their glasses in response.

There were a hundred guests seated here-astral knights and fellow ascetics were sitting opposite each other. This time Lord Magya only brought his own honor guard and some soldiers of a company. Even if it was so, the number was more than the stars. Everyone in the world knights adds up,

After the speech, the music immediately sounded, and the tide of machine servants poured out from the back kitchen, presenting the first of many dishes.

Soshyan and Magyar sat opposite each other on the main table.

The lighting ball floats above the banquet hall, and the candlesticks with flashing fire lights are arranged on the dining table. The combination of the two fills the hall with a golden light-which reminds many people present of the extraordinary halo of the church dome.

The dinner was very happy, the two battle groups formed a friendship here, and the soldiers also knew each other.

From the initial strangeness and alertness, it quickly became familiarity and mutual appreciation.

At the climax of the banquet, the two sides even had a friendly sword skill contest.

The star knights played here was Armin, and the ascetics battle group was played by a young soldier of the Glory Guard.

After the two sides fought for dozens of rounds, the representative of the side of the ascetic, after the sword in his hand was picked up, admitted his failure frankly, and Almin amicably embraced each other and gave each other weapons.

Mazar marveled at the swordsmanship of the astral knights-they didn't look like recruits at all, but like experienced swordsmen.

At the end of the banquet, the soldiers on both sides got rid of the shackles of etiquette and began to move freely in the venue, chatting and understanding each other, only Sol quietly left in the middle of the banquet-he didn't want to be too noticeable.

As for Soshyan and Magyar, they came to the private room reserved for the battle captain.

Here, they need to have a deeper conversation.

"It is indeed an extraordinary achievement to have the battle group regained its footing in such a short period of time, young man."

Following Soshyan into the room, Mazar smiled and glanced around.

"This is not to be underestimated. I have never doubted your ability, but I was still shocked by your achievements... This castle, those experienced warriors, all of this."

Soshyan pursed his lips.

"This is responsibility, we are all responsible, nothing more."

"Ah, it's true."

Mazar whispered, as if thinking about something Soshyan could not know.

"Please sit down."

Soshyan pointed to the long table in the center of the room.

A long table carved from a huge stone occupies half of the room. There are seats around it, all made for Astarte's figure. Each seat is derived from the same material as the long table. granite.

Obviously, Soshyan intends to use this to entertain other visiting brothers, and Mazar is the first guest.

"These are your pens?"

"in case for need."

Magyar nodded and sat in the nearest seat, spreading his armored hands on the table.

Soshyan then sat opposite him.

"To be honest, I have recently heard a lot of complaints about your battle group, especially on the navy side. Some people think that you and your battle group have crossed the line."

"As a stopgap measure, the number of warbands is too small now, and warships that emphasize high-speed assaults and jump gang operations are not suitable for us. On the contrary, the Navy's ship types are more in line with our needs for destroying the enemy at a long distance."

"Since you mentioned the status quo."

Mazar gave a playful smile.

"Then I'm curious, what enemies do you need to destroy?"

"All the enemies of the emperor."

Soshyang answered perfectly, but fortunately, the other party didn't bother with this question anymore.

"Never mind the navy, in fact, there is another purpose of my trip."

After a moment of silence, Lord Magyar looked down at his hands and said:

"You may have guessed it."

"Yes it is."

The commander of the ascetics raised his head to meet Soshyan's gaze.

"You and I mentioned your plan, it must not be aimless."

Soshyan said calmly:

"There are not many battle groups stationed in the Stormwind Star Territory. Now it is a troubled time. Every battle group is moving and expedition everywhere."

"Then I'm going to be straightforward, I hope you and your battle group can help me, Soshyan."

Mazar said sincerely:

"Although part of our strength has been restored, it is far from enough. I hope you can help me maintain the emperor's ruined territory and help me defend the will of mankind."

"Your use of the word help really makes me sad."

Soshyang sighed and shook his head.

"This is ironic...no offense, Lord Magyar. We are also Astarte. What you said is our duty, but you are doubting our loyalty?"

A trembling of regret crossed Mazar's noble face.

"What a cruel thing."

"But it's all the truth, and maybe I should have said this long ago... I firmly believe that you, as an empire hero, an elder, can give us some guidance to the young survivors of this broken battle group, but you are with me with suspicion. Talking, it hurts me a lot."

"I never said anything like this."

Mazar suddenly laughed.

"You use the word help, then you subconsciously think that I will look for all kinds of excuses. You are reminding us of our duty."

Such blunt words made Mazar feel a peculiar sense of ease.

But he also saw that Soshyan seemed a little uneasy in this straightforward conversation.

"Well, it's my fault."

He admitted frankly:

"I did have doubts before, because many battle groups that have suffered heavy casualties will refuse most of the summons for a period of time."

"It is true, but our ancestors are watching us~www.wuxiaspot.com~We will not retreat."

This made Lord Magyar hesitate.

"but……"

He pondered for a moment, tapping his fingers lightly on the tabletop, and intentionally or unconsciously looked at the team badge hanging on the wall.

"The situation in your battle group is indeed worse than I thought. The proportion of recruits is too large and the number is too small... I thought at first that you had at least a hundred fighters."

"We will not be timid."

"Well, my proposal Meng Lang is over, I'll take it back here, but I still hope that your team can participate in some outposts, and at least give your fighters a chance to exercise."

"It is incumbent."

Soshyan nodded firmly.

The banquet finally came to an end with the laughter of the soldiers. The Ascetic Group will stay here for one night and will leave at dawn.

Soshyan and Lord Magyar made an agreement to gather at the edge of the Fron Galaxy in the next month.

After all this was over, Soshyan returned to the private meeting room-a room next to it.

Opening the door, Saul was sitting on a chair in the room with his arms folded, as if he was closing his eyes and resting.

After hearing the footsteps, he opened his eyes, and then a meaningful smile appeared on his face.

"Your eloquence is much better than your swordsmanship, Soshyan."

The other party shook his head with a wry smile.

"Don't ridicule me. You taught me these things, Instructor Thor."

"Ha, anyway, at least sent that kid."

As he said, he stood up, stretched his limbs, and the air was suddenly filled with the explosion of bone collision.

"It's been a long time since I moved my muscles and bones. I hope this green skin won't disappoint me too much."

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