The Emperor’s Angel of Death

　　 "Priest Loken?"

　　 Soshyang took a closer look and found that it turned out to be the technical priest of the orbital station. The opponent was obviously frightened by the cruel battlefield, especially after seeing the dead star warriors on the ground.

The official government of the empire has always preached that the Astartes are immortal angels, and Loken has also accepted such propaganda since he was a child. So when you see the bloodshed of these angels, the shock to your heart can be imagined. .

　　 Other fighters also noticed the sudden appearance of the mechanical priest, but they did not pay too much attention because they were busy dealing with the wounded and recovering the equipment of the dead.

　　 "Priest Loken?"

　　 Seeing the opponent standing in a daze, Soshyang yelled again, this time his voice was louder than before, and the opponent's spirit immediately recovered.

　　 "Hug, sorry!"

　　 Loken bent over and said in a sincere tone:

"May I help you?"

　　 Soshyang looked at him suspiciously, obviously the other party showed up on their own initiative, but as if he had summoned him.

　　 "I need your help, the materials and equipment that our battle group originally ordered."

　　 "Oh, this way! This way!"

Loken nodded quickly, and then led Soshyang to a centralized warehouse not far from Star Harbor. This is the main place for storing supplies in the orbital station. It is made of solid gold. If Loken has no authority, even a battleship is used. The main artillery bombardment may not be able to explode.

　　 "It's...here!"

　　 There are a total of five warehouses, and the technical priest stopped when he reached the third gate.

　　 Then he opened the console on the side, inserted the mechanical appendages into it, and entered his security code and biometric code.

　　 After the input was completed, this fine gold gate, ten meters high and five meters thick, slowly opened amidst the harsh rubbing sound, just like the gate of a giant **** in the myth.

　　 As the gate slid to both sides of the track, a huge amount of steam gushed from the gap and flooded the bodies of Soshyan and Loken.

　　 "It's inside."

　　 Loken coughed twice, shook his red robe, stepped forward, and Soshyang followed closely behind.

　　 As soon as they entered the warehouse, all the lighting equipment immediately turned on. The independent power supply is used here, so it is not affected by the central power system.

　　 Soshyang was shocked by the scene inside.

This is a space the same size as the Spark Hangar. The first thing that catches the eye is the densely arranged single-molecule chain saw swords, power swords, power axes, jump shields and other melee equipment on the hanging display racks on both sides of the wall. Hundreds in the past.

　　 In the middle of the wall, there are huge containers piled up, each of which is the height of a Riemann Rustank.

　　 Soshyang walked to a container, Loken immediately opened the door acquaintedly, but because he was not strong enough, just opening the door lock had already used the energy of feeding.

　　 The star warrior next to him didn't say much, and directly stretched out his hand to gently open the door.

The small lighting equipment inside 　　 also lights up in an instant.

　　 is the neatly arranged blasting rifle and blasting pistol, while the heavy blasting rifle is hung on the bulkhead of the container with a sealed ammunition box below.

　　 Soshyang used a dagger to pick up an ammunition box, which contained stacked explosive bombs, and the brass-colored shells still smelled of grease, apparently not long after they were just produced.

　　 Not only these, the whole warehouse is filled with the smell of incense and holy oil, it is not like a place that has been closed to no one.

　　 "I will check these equipment regularly."

　　 Loken told the truth.

　　 "Make sure they are available at all times."

　　 Soshyang took off his helmet, nodded to the opponent, and said gently:

　　 "You have done your best, Lord Loken."

　　 "It's just a small thing, it's just a small thing. The instructor often says that we must strive for perfection and not be too troublesome."

　　 "Your mentor..."

　　 Soshyan recalled the name mentioned by Brother Said and himself.

　　 "...is it Master Espide?"

　　 What he said was the master of the melting pot of Ma’ Kande II, Bishop Espide.

"Yes it is."

　　 Loken nodded, his expression was a little unnatural, and Soshyan was immediately caught.

"What happened?"

　　 "The mentor...has returned to Omnisiah's embrace."

　　 "That's it."

　　 Soshyang nodded thoughtfully. He also knew that the mechanical teaching was not a group of harmony. Although they always emphasized that they belonged to the mechanical, the desires and defects of mortals did not disappear from them, and sometimes they became stronger.

　　Envy and hatred are in their cold mechanical logic, and they have never really disappeared. Sometimes it is ironic to think about it.

　　 But Soshyang can only ask about it. Outsiders are absolutely difficult to intervene in the internal affairs of Mechanical Teaching, not to mention that they are just a battle group on the verge of destruction.

　　 This time the Chaos Interstellar Warriors were able to almost succeed, and they all used tricks to take advantage of small loopholes. Otherwise, even if it is a complete Chaos War gang, it will be no easy task to move a casting world.

　　 "It's a pity, I originally wanted to thank him for his long-term support to our team."

"That one……"

　　 Loken hesitated for a while, then whispered:

　　 "The mentor did not die naturally..."

Soshyang turned his head and looked at the young face under the other's cloak. As a mechanical believer, Loken really had a little more "meat" on his body, and there were almost no traces of transformation on his face, and he looked more like a state religion. Priest.

　　 was also a little hairy by Soshyang's stare, Loken shook his shoulders and took a step back.

　　 "My lord, I, I have no other meaning."

　　 "Since you are a disciple of Master Espide, let me tell the truth too."

　　 Soshyang sighed and said solemnly:

"The reason why we picked up the goods by ourselves this time is because our battle group has just experienced a tragic battle. Since the previous battle group commander, all 771 combat monks in the group have been killed. Only more than 30 new recruits are left. It takes only one Tyra standard week to take over the battle group."

"Uh……"

　　 Loken was dumbfounded. His Three Views were shattered. In his opinion, the battle that broke out among the more than twenty interstellar warriors on the orbital station was already at the level of the gods.

　　 A war that can kill more than 700 interstellar warriors at one time, what kind of terrifying look is that?

　　Omnesia’s hymn floated in his mind, and he could even see his tutor’s face full of folds and mechanical attachments smiling at himself...

　　 "...Our monastery fortress was handed over to other battle groups~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Now only one strike cruiser can be used as a base. This batch of materials is very important to us and can only be picked up in person."

　　 Soshyang finished speaking, and found that the other party seemed to be sleepwalking, and then touched his shoulder with his hand.

　　 "Priest Loken?"

　　 "Did you not wash...Ah! Sorry, sorry, I shouldn't ask, shouldn't ask."

　　 After Loken was taken aback, he quickly nodded and bowed towards Soshyang, frowning as he watched the Star Warrior.

　　 Most of the mechanical believers he met were rigid, just like real machines, but they were also very strict.

　　 But the mechanical priest in front of him looked a bit off the line. If he could not open the warehouse, Soshyang even suspected that it was a certain guard posing as a guard.

　　 "I almost forgot to do business, this is the list of supplies."

　　 After Loken woke up, he fumbled around for a while, finally found a data board and handed it to Soshyang.

"56 chain saw swords, 80 power swords, 20 power axes, 4 power gloves, 120 jump shields, 140 explosive guns, and 200 explosive pistols. Sixty, thirty heavy bomb guns, ten plasma pistols, forty armor-piercing bazookas, armor-piercing hands

　　雷……"

　　 Looking at this long list of supplies, Soshyan had to praise the generosity of the former mechanical bishop. There were not only weapons, but also a large number of power armor repairs, holy oil, spare servers, etc.

　　 No wonder it needs such a large warehouse.

　　 After reading the list, Soshyang turned his gaze to Loken.

　　 "Our warship will sail into Xinggang later, now please arrange for a group of personnel to transfer the materials in the warehouse to the loading and unloading dock of Xinggang."