The Emperor’s Angel of Death

　　 "Ha, the little guy is lost."

　　 In the sound of wild laughter, the cultist who had been hit by Havel slammed on him, hitting him **** the head.

　　The sudden attack made the recruit feel dizzy and almost fainted.

　　 This is so cruel, he can't help but think.

　　 But there is no doubt that compared to these atrocities, the smiling face in front of me is even more cruel.

A necklace made of a small silver mirror and tattered feathers strung together was hung on the cultist’s neck. He was wearing a blue-gray priest’s robe, stained with blood, and his collar was open, as if showing his skin That strange carving.

　　 "I finally found you, little soldier."

　　 The cultist said happily, with a strange accent.

　　 Then, he drew his dagger, and other cultists also surrounded him.

　　 Despite the tinnitus, Javier could still hear their laughter.

　　 The cold laser rifle is still in his hand, he can shoot, he can shoot, his fingers trembling on the trigger.

"Oh!"

　　 The cultist noticed his small movements and suddenly laughed, showing his black teeth.

　　 "Will you shoot at me, false god's running dog? But it seems a bit late, too late to save your comrades in arms."

　　At this time, Movey’s voice echoed in Havel’s head again,

　　 "Shoot, idiot, shoot!"

　　 But even this time, Javier failed to pull the trigger, he sighed with a trembling sigh, and threw the laser rifle to the ground.

"I surrender--"

　　 The voice sounded a bit harsh, but he couldn't care about anything else.

　　 "Don't kill me, please."

　　 The cultist laughed so loudly that it overshadowed the roar of the machine, and his brothers and sisters joined in, sounding like a group of crows howling.

　　 "Then what can you do for me? A soldier who can't even shoot?"

　　 The cultist sighed, weighed the dagger in his hand and said.

　　 "But your blood, your soul, is another matter."

　　 Then, in a chanting sound, the leading cultist raised his dagger. Javier wanted to struggle but was held by a large hand nearby, so he could only close his eyes in despair and hold his breath.

　　 But after a while, the knife did not fall on him, instead a series of deafening explosions and repeated shooting of laser rifles.

　　 The blood splashed on his face again, the difference is that this time the blood was cold, as if it had been splashed a few weeks ago.

　　 Havel began to gag again, until the figure stood in front of him.

　　 The Astral Army soldier looked up cautiously. When he saw the black muddy black boots, his blood clotted.

　　 He already knows who is standing in front of him.

　　 Sebastian Jarek, their political commissar.

　　 "Stand up, Private Javier."

　　 Javier struggled to stand up, although his legs were still shaking.

　　 The young political commissar seems to be standing in the shadows. He wears a black costume with mud and plasma on the edges. The hem of the political commissar’s coat sways with the steaming heat, and the silver breastplate is full of dents and scratches.

　　Aric looked directly into Havel's eyes, and as they always knew, the commissar never escaped.

　　 is not like him——

　　 After calming down for a while, Havel finally plucked up the courage to look up at the other's face.

　　Areike’s light gray skin has a fresh scar, and his black eyes are so cold that it makes people feel like they are in the deep ocean.

The people standing behind Arrick wore the same green-gray uniforms as Havel. He saw his superior, Lieutenant Miller and the team behind him. The captain's scarred face was expressionless, and he never even blinked. .

　　 After seeing Javier, Miller turned his head and said something, but he didn’t know exactly what it was, but he felt that the other party was saying--

　　 "stupid".

　　Arik lowered his head slightly and looked at Javier's laser rifle lying in the dust.

　　 "Your battery is full."

　　 He said quietly, as if he was stating an insignificant daily trivial matter.

　　 "You didn't fire a shot."

　　 Havel can't lie, will be like he can't shoot, it's impossible.

"sorry, I do not have."

　　 "You ran away, you failed to shoot when facing the enemy, and then ran away."

　　 If this is an interrogation, the wording would be too gentle, but Javier knew that this by no means meant that he was forgiven.

　　 He recalled Movi’s desperate face, his comrades dragged him to retreat, but he abandoned the comrades who were fighting and left the position privately so that he could escape first...

"Yes it is--"

　　 His voice trembled.

　　Arik's eyes did not change. Although there was no malice, he was still extremely cold.

　　 Then, he raised his gorgeous red and black explosive pistol and pointed it at Havel's forehead.

　　 "Private Javier."

　　The trial came as scheduled.

　　 "You betrayed your duty to the 4337 Infantry Regiment, abandoned the oath to the Holy Terra, tarnished the glory of the Golden Throne, and the punishment for you is... death."

　　 Tears crossed Javier's face again. He hoped he didn't, at least not in front of him.

　　 "Do you have anything to defend yourself?"

Havel listened to the roar of the front of the train next to him, feeling the dust sliding across his cheeks, his whole person was shaking from head to toe, as if in the snow and ice~www.wuxiaspot.com~I...I just want to survive . "

　　 After he finished speaking, he could no longer control his emotions and sobbed in a low voice.

　　Arik looked at him and exhaled slowly. Havel seemed to hear the sound of his gloved fingers slowly pulling the trigger.

　　 "Then you should choose to fight."

　　 There was a flash of fire from the muzzle, and Javier's world fell into darkness.

　　 The moment Javier’s body fell, Yarek replaced the blaster with a new magazine.

　　 From the beginning of the battle to the present, he changed the magazine of his pistol four times and fired a total of 32 shots, six of which were used to execute his own soldiers.

　　 Since they landed in Valledo, everything has been messed up.

Valledo is a peaceful religious world. The initial newsletter was just a simple riot. Everyone thought it might be a conflict between some extreme sects. Even within the state religion, there is never a lack of violent careerists and weird doctrines. .

　　 But when several Astral Legions including the 4337 Infantry Regiment were deployed to Valledo, nothing seemed to happen.

　　 This confuses Yarek and the others. They even think that something is wrong with the dispatch system of the military department-this is nothing new.

　　Before further orders from the Ministry of Military Affairs, several regiments could only be scattered and stationed in various places. There were even a large number of imperial army soldiers and officers taking the opportunity to take a vacation and enjoy the fun of carnival with the residents of the planet.

　　 The archbishop of the planet is preparing to hold a grand ceremony in the capital of the planet and display a large number of sacred objects.

　　 This also attracted many astral troops to watch.