The Emperor’s Angel of Death

In a hall that is so shabby that it is hard to call it a court, the wrinkled face looks like it has been soaked in water for decades. The white-haired judge is trying to stuff his dentures into his mouth. The clerk with thick eyes and only a few hairs left on his head, on his right hand is a writing machine servant who occasionally twitches a few times, and just above the heads of the three, a logo of the Ministry of Justice is engraved on the dusty eagle emblem .

After confirming that the dentures in his mouth would not fall out again, the judge coughed lightly and tapped the table lightly with a small wooden hammer at hand.

"Okay, go ahead."

Opposite him, several rows of long benches were empty, and sitting in the dock was a listless man in a red robe of the Mechanicum. Behind him was a bailiff who kept yawning and had a red nose.

With no lawyers, no auditors, and no jury, it was hardly even a trial.

However, this is the normal state of most block courts in Zhongchao. Although the empire has almost unlimited manpower, it always shows insufficient manpower in some aspects.

".Defendant Loken, when was your birth time?"

"Terra Calendar 41."

"Where is the place of birth?"

"Forge World Mac'Kander II."

"Is it a subhuman or a mutant?"

"Pure human."

"What rank is it in the Mechanic Order?"

"Worker!"

"What is the specific job?"

"Tech-priest!"

"When was he arrested by the Ministry of Justice?"

"Terra Calendar 41."

"When is the suspension of labor service?"

"Terra Calendar 41."

"It's a total of three years of hard labor. Because you were previously a member of the Astartes battle group and had the right to amnesty hard labor, so according to the time, the hard labor period has ended, and you have already signed the confession and punishment, right?"

"yes."

"Are you clear about the consequences of pleading guilty and accepting punishment?"

"clear."

"Is it voluntary?"

"It's voluntary."

When Loken walked out of this damned court, he was still in a dream. These damned three years were finally over.

For three years, for three full years, no one knew how he got here.

The factory he went to was a lifeless honeycomb building, inside was one hexagonal production hall after another, monotonous materials interlocked in harmony, each face pressed together for support, like gears being bitten in a machine The workers live here, but as far as Loken sees, there isn't a single "human" among those 100 million people.

Those who were sentenced to hard labor for life were called beasts, consumables, even if they had to eat 3-5 times a day on time, they still had to thank their emperor.

In that dark factory, ants-like beings wake up, work, eat, and sleep, and they seem to last every day, every year, every century, just like termites in the mound.

Loken has never imagined that, in his opinion, it is close to the model planet of the empire, and the bright and prosperous Nathan 4 has such a hell, or he has forgotten some characteristics of the forge world for too long, at least this experience Let him get some back.

Another thing that made him quite painful was his buddy Ford. In the second year of his "imprisonment", he received the news that Ford married the plump Ada Lovelace from Zhao-Akada , probably the two fell in love when he was traveling in the Comoros. Loken didn't say he liked Ada Lovelace, it was just that the two friends got married and suddenly made him feel like he lost something, even It gave him the idea of ​​transforming his brain, just like those senior priests, completely cutting off human emotions.

The last year was extremely tormenting for Loken, both physically and psychologically. Although he didn't have to bear a very heavy workload, this place was naturally a hell, because there was almost no one who could be called A woman who is a woman.

Fortunately, he will be free soon, as long as he gets out of this place—

"Ok?"

Loken looked around, it didn't seem right, why turned around and came to a wasteland, and a group of guards were standing in a row, holding guns in their hands, and there was a group of shivering guys standing under the opposite wall, each All in prison uniforms.

And he didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt that the hands on his shoulders of the two guards beside him were getting tighter and tighter.

At this moment, one of the prisoners looked at him.

"Come here soon, I'll wait for you, **** gear guy."

Loken's cheeks twitched, and then he glanced at the sky, it was already evening.

"It's still so late, let's go the other way."

One of the guards sneered and said:

"No, that's all."

Suddenly, cold shackles gripped his hands from behind, and then the guards touched him to make sure there was nothing on him.

"Wait, what is this for?"

"It's nothing, don't be nervous."

At this time, a man who looked like a chief of guard held a data pad and said coldly:

"Priest Loken, you have personally signed the confession of committing the crime of alien worship. The evidence is convincing. The death penalty will be executed according to the law of the empire! Execute immediately!"

Loken's eyes widened, his heart was startled, he turned around and wanted to leave, but a guard beside him immediately drew his gun as a warning, causing him to immediately roll back to his original position in fright.

"Wait, I was wronged."

"I was wronged!"

A prisoner on Loken's left also howled.

"I'm not a serial raper. Everyone knows that I'm impotent and have X dysfunction. How could I commit rape? I've done more than a dozen medical tests. Didn't I say that I caught Shangchao—"

bang bang bang—

A few shots were fired, and the man collapsed under the wall with his eyes wide open.

"I'm stupid!"

Loken shrank his neck, saw those people raised their guns again, and said quickly:

"Wait, wait, I'm from the Chapter Astartes, you—"

"My father is the vice president of the Sub-Executive Yuan, you can't kill me!"

Loken turned his head and saw a fair-skinned young man who looked very pampered and was crying, but the executioners ignored him, raised their guns, and sent him away with a volley of guns.

Watching the execution of prisoners one after another, Loken felt as if he was standing on the edge of a cliff looking down, and his whole body felt like he was about to faint. He didn't know what was wrong, but now he had to use some means to survive. .

He glanced back a step, stretched out a mechanical thorn from the tip of his left middle finger, and tried to untie the shackles on his hand, and then he had the opportunity to activate the emergency equipment hidden under his crotch—

Suddenly, he heard a slight electric crackle, and UU reading www.uukanshu.com turned his head to see a gloomy middle-aged man with his hands tied behind his back flashing with lightning.

There's even an illegal psyker in this shit!

When the guards raised their guns again, the man lowered his head and let out a sneer.

"Just because you **** want to kill me 'Spotted Spider', I'm just playing with you."

As soon as the words fell, the ground in front of the man was suddenly lifted by an invisible force, blocking the guard's sight, and then the man turned around, shattering the handcuffs violently, and then shot an invisible silk thread from his clasped hands to hang on the eaves in the distance, and then Drag him into the sky.

"Ha ha ha ha!!"

The man's wild laughter resounded through the sky, and then the roar of heavy machine guns sounded in the next second, directly smashing him into a cloud of blood in mid-air, with internal organs and broken bones flying around.

(end of this chapter)

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