The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"The Emperor's Angel of Death (

The first thing they arrived at was the church of Xinghuo, which is a magnificent building that shines through the imperial majesty.

Its spire is decorated with countless gargoyles, and each stone is carved with carols. The spire pierces the endless void like a sharp sword. The shining huge metal gate is etched with icons and poems of penance, inspiring each An Astarte passing through it hates any evil forces that dare to challenge the emperor's glory.

Inside the church, the huge vaulted ceiling creates a vast space, inspiring visitors to think deeply.

Surrounding the walls are murals showing the heroic fight against heretics, traitors, and aliens by astral knights.

The stained glass windows depict the golden throne surrounded by a choir of silver stars, with the rising sun shining above, spreading the gifts of the emperor to every corner of the church.

In the small chapel behind the altar, the choir of star whispers knelt and prayed quietly.

It was a silvery and pure voice, which went beyond all feelings and perceptions and entered the soul directly.

Enough that every dark corner of the soul is filled with arias of purity and light.

Malakin walked all the way to watch this magnificent scene. Although the church on the Mother of Tears was not inferior to this one, the story told in it was completely different.

After visiting the church, Soshyan took Malakin to an auditorium.

There are no complicated furnishings here, only dark walls, and a miniature monument, and some weapons that no longer have a master are placed on the relic rack.

What shocked Malakin was the number on the monument.

771——

They had been stuck in the quagmire of war, and had not heard the story of the astral knights. When Soshyan told the battle that their battle group was destroyed, Malakin's ice-like face finally loosened.

Soshyan clamped the helmet under his left arm, his skin was almost the color of armor painting, and his eyes were particularly bright.

"We feel sad for the weeper brothers."

He said in a soft tone:

"Because we know the pain of loss very well, but the astral knights will not succumb. We firmly believe that even if we only have 33 people left, the battle group will always exist until the last of us die.

"Is this a false hope, Commander Soshyan?"

Malaka asked in a gloomy and sad tone.

But this is more like a questioning of himself.

"This is hope."

"What is hope? We used to be full of hope."

Malakin's emotions suddenly became agitated. It seemed that all the injustices and bad luck he had encountered in the two hundred years of service had exploded at this moment.

He raised his hand to point to the sky eagle emblem above the monument.

"But we never got hope! Hope... is dead."

"Hope may not be motivation, but it can be a weapon."

Soshyan replied calmly:

"I think that hope is to accept the worst and move on. Although our hope is like a candle in the cold wind, it does not mean that we have to give up fighting... I changed the battle cry of the battle group to "The battle group is forever." 'Until no one can roar the battle cry again."

"The battle group will last forever..."

Malakin considered these four words repeatedly.

Then, he glanced at Lord Magyar on the side, and whispered to Soshyan:

"Apologize for my previous attitude, Commander Soshyan."

"No, no, I understand the pain of physical and mental trauma. You have also lost a lot, not just material."

"But I still haven't seen your intentions."

"We are engaged in a war, a war against Greenskins."

Malakin frowned. He was thinking and wondering if the other party planned to use them as cannon fodder in the war.

But this possibility was quickly ruled out, and he was still willing to believe that Soshyan would not have such great malice.

"Our battle group is very tired now, the soldiers are also very suspicious, and—"

He glanced again at Lord Magyar, who was motionless like a sculpture.

"We can't fight with people who don't trust."

"This is the second thing I want to do."

Soshyang smiled slightly.

He walked between Magyar and Malakin, then looked at the commander of the Ascetic Band and asked:

"Lord Magyar, what will you do if the Weeping Band is in danger at this moment?"

Lord Magyar released his arms around his chest and changed his standing posture amid the low whisper of the server.

He looked at Malakin, was silent for a moment, and then replied:

"I don't trust them."

There was no expression on Malakin's face, as if he knew it would be the case, but Mazar then went on to say:

"But I will still save them."

The commander of the Weeping Band raised his eyebrows, and for the first time appeared a surprised expression.

"I'm not a bad person, but since the emperor forgave them, they are still Astarte. They are... fighting brothers, there is no reason to abandon them. I am such a character, don't have other ideas."

Soshyan nodded in salute, then looked at Malakin.

"Captain Malakin, what would you do if the Ascetics were in danger?"

The other party hung his head and was silent for a while, then raised his head and said with a serious face:

"Our battle cry is'For the one we cherish, we die in glory ~ www.wuxiaspot.com~ No matter what we have encountered or how we have been treated, our belief has never changed, so... I will do my best Go all out to save them."

Soshyang nodded, then raised his arms like a balance.

"So, what determines the fate and future of the battle group? Is it tradition? Or is it the enmity of the deceased?"

The two commanders looked at each other and said nothing.

"According to me, none of them, but our belief, the unquenchable flame and hope in the hearts of every generation of fighters."

As he said, he lowered his arm.

"There are also current choices."

Soshyan took a step back, leaving a passage between the two commanders.

"Now, what is your choice?"

There was silence in the auditorium, with only a slight breathing.

Two minutes later, Magyar took the lead and Malakin also took a step shortly after.

They walked towards each other, gradually firming their pace.

When the two sides were only one arm away, they stopped at the same time.

In the end, bright yellow and dark black, the two large armoured hands clasped tightly together.

Soshyang also took a step forward, stretched out his hand, and carried the hands held by both.

On the day when the two battle groups that had been hostile to each other for thousands of years reconciled, the Weeper also announced its official intervention in the battle against Greenskin in the Fran galaxy as the first battle of the expedition.

In response, the Ascetics Corps of the initiators of the campaign announced that the Weeper Corps could unconditionally obtain any supplies in the theater, and set up temporary strongholds for renovation to help them regain their combat effectiveness as soon as possible.

In private, Soshyan promised that after the Weeping Group battle, he would get a month-class cruiser under construction as a reward for participating in the war, and all the materials seized during the war would belong to them, whether it was equipment or ships.