The Emperor’s Angel of Death

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Barov sat in his conference room, flipping through several battle reports.

The meeting room turned out to be a luxurious bedroom, but Barov has never slept here, just to receive his most trusted consultant, and occasionally let his young female assistant to relax for him.

When things were so distressing, he thought to himself, it's a good idea to hide here.

In any case, he has to keep his head sober, thinking too much about the details will drown himself in it-he said his, she said her, and he couldn't manage it.

He drank a sip of wine imported from other planets. This is a top-quality wine. Only crises of this level can be worthy of this kind of wine-and then continue to read the situation reports from all over the world.

Barov read that almost half of the No. 14 mining area had lost contact. The workers there were instigated by some heresy and held a riot and occupied the entire area.

He shook his head and shook his finger.

He originally thought that blocking all the main passages would end the riot, but now it seems that it is not enough.

He had to send a scout company of the 12th Light Infantry Regiment of the local defense force into the mining area to prevent the madness from spreading further.

Subsequently, the second report that Barov picked up from the writing desk was a communiqué issued by the colonel of the 7th Infantry Regiment.

The colonel regretted that he could not contact his troops to coordinate their garrison in the No. 16 mine.

Barov sighed. It seemed that he had to contact several pastors in the church. He wanted this colonel to get a good understanding of how superfluous his chain of command was once a few excellent pastors opened their mouths.

Suddenly, someone knocked on the door of the room, and Barov raised his head angrily.

"Come in."

His voice is quite sharp.

Then, a waiter servant used its chrome arms to push the door open, and a deacon walked in. He was a servant and messenger that Barov trusted, a young but ambitious man.

"grown ups."

The deacon said carefully:

"Someone outside the door said there was something important to see."

"Tell this who, there are rules in my office! My time is precious, if it is so important, let him go to Mia first."

"The trouble is here...sir."

At this point, the deacon's swollen face suddenly flushed.

"They claim that they have the right to meet with you directly."

"I said no time..."

"You will have time, Bishop."

Suddenly, a strong voice came from behind the deacon.

An armored giant held the deacon's shoulders and threw him screaming into the corridor, and then strode into the room with meteors. The heavy strides crushed the wooden floor of the room, as if it would collapse at any time.

The man is tall, his physique is almost terrifying, his face is stern and aristocratic, and his eyes reveal wisdom.

He was wearing a silver-gray power armor covered with thunderclouds, with a coat of arms of two swords printed on his shoulder armor, a short cloak behind him, and a sullen imperial eagle emblem on his chest.

"Excuse me for interrupting, Bishop."

The giant stood still, looked down at the pale Barov, and said with a mockery and grace:

"But it's better for us to deal face-to-face. After all, I shoulder the responsibility of saving the world."

Barov felt as if he had been nailed to the chair by the opponent's gaze for a moment. He wanted to stand up, but his sore legs resisted him from sitting like this.

"I, I, I... You...

"I am the commander of the Astral Knights, Soshyan Alexei. I represent the emperor's infinite authority. This is to curb the spread of alien threats. Our enemies are much more difficult than you think. ,bishop"

"When... Of course..."

Barov nodded hurriedly, then stood up leisurely.

"Holy, noble angel, forgive...forgive my rudeness..."

"This is not the time to discuss these etiquette."

Soshyang smiled and waved his hand.

"I just have something to ask you."

"Yes--"

"As the person in charge of the local state religion, I think I have heard of... Lord of the Crows."

Barov's shoulders stiffened for a second, then wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeves, and whispered in a very humble posture:

"This...I never heard of it."

"Oh?"

Sosh raised his brow.

"This is a secret sect. The Lord of the Crow is the **** they worship. There are a group of miners who believe in it. Have you never heard of it?"

"Negligence of duty, is there still such a heresy? I will send someone to conduct a thorough investigation immediately, and I will definitely give you an answer to the angel."

With that, Barov wanted to press the bell on the table to summon his entourage, but the bell was immediately smashed by a large armoured hand, and the bishop withdrew his hand like an electric shock.

"No hurry, I still have some questions."

Although Soshyang was smiling at this moment, there was no smile in Barov's eyes, only the cold deep into his bones.

"According to my investigation of your personal resume, your birth is incredibly humble. Your father is a miner, and your mother is simply a prostitute... Yes, don't be too busy denying that that is your biological mother. Your father married The waitress in the restaurant is actually yours

Stepmother ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ said, Soshyang took out the data disc.

"Originally, this is nothing. The empire never lacks inspiring stories. It is not unacceptable that a lowliest person climbed to the highest position... But until the age of 35, you were just the most ordinary priest, assigned To the poorest and most violent neighborhood, every day

Except for drinking and drinking in that small church, it is basically useless. "

Hearing Soshyan shook his life like several treasures, Barov's fat face became whiter than the surrounding walls, and sweat dripped from his chin to his stomach like rain.

"As far as you are concerned, you have neither excellent speaking skills, no fanatical beliefs, nor a strong background, but even so, after your 35th birthday, your life is like a ride, and you start Everyone who is in a competitive relationship with you,

Either accidentally died or disappeared, and everything happened flawlessly, there is no place to blame you, just like the previous bishop died of a cardiac arrest in his own bedroom..."

Soshyang threw the data disc on the table, then propped his hands on the table, and stared at the bishop who was already shaking like a sieve at a close distance, and whispered:

"This is not the most coincidental. What's even more coincidental is that the No. 13 mining area where you were born is the area where the Legal Department encountered those heretics. So, Bishop, can you explain it?"

"me……"

"It doesn't matter if you don't want to say it. Although the legal department's equipment is not as complete as the trial court, I think it can still be done by prying your mouth open."

"I, I... I'm not a traitor."

Barov's psychological defense collapsed in an instant, and he collapsed directly on the chair, covering his face and sobbing.