The Emperor’s Angel of Death

　　 Falzad’s desire and impulse to fight occasionally turns into a leader’s recklessness, but Soshyang believes that this is also a necessary quality for a good fighter in the early stage, so he still decides to behave well.

　　 "We are still new to this world, and we can't let go of any clue, even a living person."

　　He explained patiently:

　　 "You need to understand what's going on here in order to act better, Ustad won't have any problems."

　　 "I didn't worry about him, but it was too boring."

　　 Falzad murmured, and he kicked a piece of burnt wood inside the fire.

　　 "Falzad, concentrate."

　　 After finishing speaking, Soshyang swiftly used a combat gesture to signal the team to spread out on both sides of him.

　　 "This is a settlement."

　　 Soshyan gave instructions to them on the communication channel through text and combat gestures, which is actually training their execution ability.

　　 "Prepare to encounter resistance, Farzad, go to the front to detect, provide possible points of attack, keep it hidden, brothers, don't let the enemy detect."

　　 Falzad gestured to receive and moved forward, and the slender orange grass made a sound as he walked.

　　 Although he is wearing heavy armor, his concealment skills are still very good, and the footsteps from his heavy boots can almost be ignored.

　　 A wall made of vines appeared in the woods. The leaves made a shaking sound as the warm wind blew, and the reflection of metal could be seen occasionally in front.

　　 "A wall."

　　Falzad approached the wall covered with vegetation, pulled down the vines on it, and a lot of lumps of soil fell along with it—the roots of these plants had penetrated into the wall.

　　 The metal fence five meters away has long collapsed, and its rusty skeleton has become a scaffolding for plants to climb on.

　　 The star warrior grabbed a dilapidated wall with his hand.

　　 From the damage on the fortification, he saw that the building inside was also covered by vegetation.

　　 It’s very quiet here. The surroundings are full of life.

　　 Farzad heard the sound of small animals moving through the vegetation in his ears, and his breathing mask turned on the external circulation mode, sending the healthy air in this rich ecosystem into his lungs.

　　 The gentle wind blew over his armor, and the surrounding temperature was 23.3°C-these were all he saw from the display runes on the visor, but he didn't really feel them.

Falzad wanted to take off the helmet and feel the surrounding environment in person, but Soshyan asked them to wear a helmet at all times on the battlefield-although ordinary weapons are not a big deal for Astarte power armor, they are enough to penetrate. His head was unprotected.

　　 He then walked to the gate, and through the gate was a road made of stone concrete, extending into a bush, its once flat surface has now been shattered by tree roots and weeds.

　　 If it weren't for this gate, they would never have realized the existence of this road.

　　 "I have reached the gate, commander of the battle group."

　　 He said in the communicator.

　　 "It's moving forward."

　　 "Reduce long-distance communication as much as possible. I didn't find any electronic signals, but I sailed carefully for thousands of years."

　　 The voice in the communicator stopped.

　　 He moved forward along the edge of the road, birds screamed from their nests built in the colony buildings, and a transport vehicle blocked the middle of the road.

　　 There are signs of the Astral Army on the car body, as well as explosion scars.

　　 Soon, he found a place that exuded a strong smell of blood and was also positioned by the ornithology.

　　 A small village church.

　　 It looked so shabby and unremarkable, but when Falzad cautiously pushed open the door of the church, it was a shocking scene.

The place that once praised the emperor’s honor has now become a hell. The sky eagle emblem is full of corpses. On the brick floor, nearly a hundred female corpses have their heads cut off, stripped of their clothes, and put on the most lewd. The obscene posture was pieced together into a huge heresy symbol.

　　 And their lost heads——

　　 Looking around, the surrounding walls seemed to have been smeared with a layer of flesh-colored mud, and countless faces were wailing under torture.

　　 They struggled, tried in vain to gain freedom, cried out the cursed movement that has no end, and their tortured voices formed a song of suffering that is hard to hear.

　　 When Falzad walked in, the faces on the wall screamed loudly, the volume reached its peak in the desperate climb, and began to melt, sliding down the floor at a disgustingly slow speed.

　　 Falzad stared at the entrance of the entire abattoir, trying not to imagine the horror that had happened in this dim, bone-yellow hell.

　　 Intense nausea and anger rolled in his heart.

　　 But anger is not helpful to him at this time, he must think calmly.

Suddenly, he felt a cold hand grabbing his foot forcefully, so he lowered his head and saw a creature that was barely a human being crawling on the ground-his skin was peeled off, his legs were cut off, and even The spine has been pulled out, as if only a pair of scarlet empty remains

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　　Dangling body.

　　 Under the empty right eye socket that the man was staring frantically, there was an immense hatred gleaming.

　　 "Angel——Hope——"

　　 He made a harsh sound intermittently, and the result of the gradual disappearance of his organs was to give his voice a touch of mechanical texture.

　　 Only then did Falzad realize that this person may be the only life in the bird's divination-the survivor of this massacre.

　　 Seeing Falzad notice him, the man's hand gripped tighter.

　　 The **** of his right hand are missing, and the other wrist has only a stump.

　　 "—Kill them—for us—for the emperor."

　　 He roared, his eyes cracking.

"I will."

　　 Then the man pointed a trembling hand at a broken tile on the ground.

"There--"

　　 The anger in his eyes disappeared, leaving only the prayer.

"I see."

　　Falzad murmured in a low voice, then let out a sharp roar full of anger, shook his fist, pierced the tortured chest, shattered the man's heart, and ended his pain.

　　 Those who remain deserve the last mercy.

　　 Then he walked to the floor tiles, smashed them, and took out a report letter and a religious book called "The Perfect Sacred Words" from it.

　　 The signer of the report is Jacques, the pastor of the local church, and the person who was just released by Falzad.

　　 After flipping through the diary for a while, Falzad opened the newsletter.

　　 "Team commander, I found...something."

　　 Soon, Soshyang led the team to this place~www.wuxiaspot.com~ They were also shocked by this man-made hell.

　　 Yazdan set fire to the entire church with incomparable anger, and when he set the fire, Soshyan flipped through the report letter.

　　 The content is very simple, that is, Pastor Jacques suspects that the bishop of his diocese has heretical tendencies, based on the "Perfect Word".

According to him, this book, which was widely spread in the diocese and required every pastor to preach to the believers every day, has many problems from the root. It not only distorts many doctrines of the state religion, but also describes the emperor throne as a single A garden that can accept unlimited desires, this is the end

　　 is totally illogical.

　　 The restraint and introspection in the teachings of the national religion have been erased, leaving only boundless dedication and excessive emancipation of oneself.

　　 There is no doubt that this is a heresy no matter from which angle it is viewed.

　　 But Jacques wrote on the back of the whistleblower letter that not long after he sent the whistleblower to the archbishop, he was beaten back and reprimanded him for not being able to fight his superiors anymore.

　　 From this time, Pastor Jacques realized that things were not as simple as he thought, so he entrusted his friends for many years to secretly send the whistleblower and evidence to the neighboring court agency.

　　 From the results, he still seems to be a step late.

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