The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"...After that we returned to the shuttle, and then we met you adults."

After Ottavia finished speaking, she retreated to Septims. Although her expression looked calm, her heart was very uneasy.

Soshyan didn't say anything, but was silent for a while, and finally turned his gaze to Saivita who had come off the shuttle.

"What do you think."

"as always."

"what?"

"Those idiots..."

Saivita walked to Soshyan and looked at Ottavia, who was agitated. For some reason, the navigator felt that the gaze of the silver armored soldier in front of her made her familiar, as if cursing the echo that was commonplace Kind.

"...Always be swayed by strange thoughts, and then rush towards destruction, hopelessly."

"I'm asking you what to do next."

"Of course it's going down."

Saying that, Savita took a step forward.

"The one who drives Thunderhawk."

Ottavia was stunned. Two seconds later, he realized that the other party was greeting Septimus, so he immediately ran into the person next to him.

Septimus froze for a second as if waking up from a dream, then nodded vigorously.

"My lord, here."

"Give you ten minutes to prepare and take us down in a while, right where you left off last."

This is not a request, nor is it a discussion, Septims is very clear that the other party's tone is an order.

And he doesn't seem to have the right to refuse.

"Yes, my lord."

"And you."

Saivita turned to Dieterian.

"Ten minutes, put the items on it and move them down, as well as the items in the Thunder Eagle. Don't miss the same thing. Someone will pick it up later."

Even with the roughest logic circuit analysis, Dietrian can clearly understand the current situation and know what the second half of the sentence is under the roof.

"As you wish."

After the mechanical priest lowered his head humbly, Savita turned and walked towards the exit.

"I'm going to prepare, and meet here in ten minutes, just you, me, and Sol."

Soshyan watched him leave, then arranged for some people to stay at the shuttle, then disbanded the guards and went to the armory alone.

There may be an uphill battle in the future, and he has to be fully prepared.

Saivita walked through the strips to return to her room, and asked the ready servants to strip off the armor she was currently wearing.

When the armor stand stretched out from the wall, another set of armor appeared, which was the only thing Savita asked Soshyan for.

The armor was in the faint blue of Nasturm's dull sky, and it was carefully crafted so that the body and torso of the wearer wrapped in the rolled metal sheet were sufficiently flexible.

The armor has a lightning pattern and is decorated in the shape of human bones, which plays the role of creating and spreading fear. This design is also the decoration style commonly used by the Midnight Lord.

This power armor was personally supervised and transformed by Saivita, and it was used for this moment.

His most loyal battle armor has long been stripped away by the dark angel. Although he has worn many excellent masterpieces behind, it still can't compare with the original one.

But this is also no way, after all, he is also an "old thing".

With the assistance of the servants, he put on a new armor, as if returning to the era of the legion, he was still a company commander, the former prince of the crows.

Chewing on the bitter taste of the tip of the tongue, Savita took the last piece of armor, that is, the scarlet winged skull visor helmet, from the dark niche and raised it above his head.

He turned to face the door and lowered his helmet until the skull-faced mask was connected to his goggles, making a pressurized hiss.

When he merged with the shadow of the room under the dim light, his vision changed subtlely and his perception range widened.

It was at this moment that his long-silent talent found him.

Death filled his mind, blood covered his teeth, and the smell of blood filled his nose.

Everything was as if it were yesterday, and the memories of those years that had been buried in the dark world of Nastham came back to life in his mind--

Lightning flashes occasionally in the dark night that has been shrouded all year round, and the people remain silent because of fear.

Then, light and hope came from outside this rotten darkness, and promised a bright future.

But soon, that hope was smashed...

A certain world is struggling with death, and a huge black and gold eye is watching the blazing flames.

The Astartes fought to death under the scarlet sky.

A grey eagle soars in the sky...

Many voices rang in his head, and he heard his name, his father's name.

The bitter tears mixed with blood stinged Savita's eyes, and then suddenly opened his eyes. The illusion in his brain dissipated, and the real world returned to his eyes.

"Fate..."

With a burst of bitter laughter, Savita immediately went into the dark, and his current outfit was not suitable for appearing in the sun, nor was it suitable for appearing in everyone's eyes.

When Soshyan, dressed in a Terminator, led Sol to the ready Thunderhawk, he found that Saivita was already waiting for them in the cabin.

The awe-inspiring breath brought by the lightning in the dark night made Soshyang's breath stagnate.

"Why... why do you want to wear this."

"Because this is a matter for the Eighth Army, I must use another identity to resolve it."

With that said, Savita walked to the cockpit and knocked on the door lightly.

"You can go now."

At this time, the door of the cockpit suddenly opened, and Ottavia got out of it. When she saw Saivita, she was stunned...

"you……"

"Why are you here."

Soshyan asked.

"You shouldn't be here, woman."

"I, I want to go with you."

"No, you leave now, don't consume my kindness."

"You need a navigator, otherwise you will never find them accurately! Septimus is a **** road fool!"

When the latter sentence came out, there was an embarrassing cough in the cockpit.

"Let her go."

Saivita said lightly.

"So, now, start the engine right away."

"grown ups."

The engine rang, and Ottavia took a deep look at Saivita. She would never admit the mistake of the new power armor, but it was different from what she had seen all the time.

There are not so many scary decorations, and there are not so many traces of profanity.

"I didn't expect to see it here—"

"What do you want to say?"

Saivita lowered her head slightly and looked at the navigator.

"Be careful what you want to say later. You have been on the curse echo for a long time. You should know our temper."

"Uh, no, I mean..."

Ottavia's mind is a bit messy. It is obvious that Soshyan and others are loyal interstellar warriors, but why does a midnight lord appear on a battleship loyal to interstellar warriors?

"Then put away unnecessary questions."

Saivita's tone was a little impatient, and Ottavia couldn't be more familiar with it.

"Yes, my lord."

Before she returned to the cockpit~www.wuxiaspot.com~ she asked carefully:

"Can you tell me, your name is—"

"Savita."

Ottavia nodded, but her body froze in the next second.

"Sai..."

She felt her heart almost popping out of her chest, but when she raised her head, she immediately felt a cold gaze watching her, so she slipped into the cockpit without looking back and closed the door.

When she was sitting in the passenger seat, she was still breathing heavily.

"Honey? What's wrong with you?"

Septimus, who was controlling the Thunder Eagle to slide out of the flight deck, noticed that Ottavia's face suddenly became pale like a dead person, covered in sweat, so he asked with concern.

Only after the opponent breathed hard for a few times, the navigator replied tremblingly, and it was extremely rare to explode.

"Fuck subspace, we have a big deal..."