The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"The Emperor's Angel of Death (!

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Fran Galaxy, Gages Star, Blood Wilderness

Bachram drove the motorcycle to the maximum speed he could control, and sprinted on the plain. Although the dust raised behind him was like a banner, he had passed the stage of covert action.

He drove up and climbed up a low hill, and at the same time the breathing mask issued an alarm: his filter had begun to clog.

He glanced at the rune screen of the combat motorcycle to confirm that the engine's air intake was not blocked by dust.

Bachram felt that all his time on Gages, except for the battle, seemed to be spent on cleaning the air filter and comforting the spirit of the motorcycle.

Fortunately, his mount breathed smoothly today.

Planet Gages used to be a colony of mankind in the past. It was later occupied by the Greenskin Expeditionary Forces of Fran, and was captured by the Fran Galaxy Crusade Fleet organized by the Ascetics ten years ago.

And the main force that conquered Gages was the Astral Knights.

However, in order to win, many extreme methods were used, which led to further deterioration of the planet's environment. In a short period of time, there was no colonization value. The empire only established a dozen strong strongholds on the planet's surface to monitor the green skin activities on the planet.

That's right, although the empire has regained the world, the green skins on the planet are far from being eradicated. It just means that they cannot be gathered into a huge group and can only exist in the form of scattered small tribes.

But the nature of the green leather will encourage them to continue to converge and unify, so they need to be attacked regularly.

It just so happens that this has also become a good training ground. Astral Knight's auxiliary army units conduct actual combat training here all year round, honing their own skills while attacking the major greenskin groups.

And now, it has also become the first training place for the recruits of the Astral Knights.

After three months of systematic theoretical training and simulation training, the first batch of successfully reformed recruits began their first actual combat training.

After arriving at his destination, Bahram almost jumped off the ridge of the mound.

The wheels of the motorcycle were spinning idling on the slippery soil surface, and the whole car slid down the slope. After reaching the bottom of the slope, he checked the wheel brake, changed a gear, and accelerated again.

A string of dust rose behind him, burying his rut.

Homo was on guard near the abandoned water pump station, and Bachram's eyes found his hidden location a few hundred meters away.

He rode up the slope.

In contrast, the ground near the pumping station is harder.

His mount made a happy noise as it rushed towards the pump station, and Bachram parked it next to his friend and turned off the engine.

"you are late."

Haomo grumbled and put his binoculars back in his bag.

Bachram shook off the dust on the windshield of the combat motorcycle, and its silver-gray coating had been covered by a thin layer of gray.

"Something followed me."

He jumped off the motorcycle and bent his knees to show respect for the machine.

"It should be a green-skinned scout."

"Are you being followed?"

Hao Mo raised his head, and the motorcycle's engine made a ticking noise as it cooled, and the loose rusty iron pieces kept making a sound on the top of the water tower.

"They will be here soon."

Bachram nodded.

"We are running out of time."

He held the handle of the combat motorcycle and pushed it into the pumping station. The power bestowed on him by the emperor still surprised him. The motorcycle was equipped with heavy armor and a huge engine, with a total weight of almost a ton, but he pushed it up. No difficulty.

This pumping station used to continuously pump water out of the aquifer on the mountain, but the groundwater dried up thousands of years ago, and the water cycle changed from a vibrant world to a green-skinned one with Gages. The world gradually stopped.

The water storage tanks around it have collapsed, leaving only a ring in the mud.

The situation of the control center is not much better: it is eroded by weathered dust, and the surrounding area is full of small holes caused by wind erosion.

The scouts set up a camp in its dilapidated mechanical lobby, hiding their motorcycles and camps out of the alien's sight.

They have two teams, a total of nineteen recruits and two veterans who are responsible for leading them.

One is their company commander, the senior veteran Armin, and the other is the instructor Thor, whom they admire and have a sense of mystery.

Regarding the identity of Thor’s instructor, everyone was very curious, because they all noticed that the commander of the battle group respected him very much, and his swordsmanship was second to none. Even before they were successfully transformed, the star knights owned All of his fighters are trained by him.

But there are rumors that instructor Thor is not an astral knight. Of course, this rumor is only circulated within the Astarte Order. No one knows what the situation is.

But when everyone was impressed, Thor's swordsmanship training was almost a torture for them.

Tens of thousands of times a day, mechanically swinging the sword, and drowsy pace training. In short, the instructor did not teach them any skills, but used repeated non-stop training to engrave certain movements into their Muscle memory.

Everyone was still a little puzzled at first, waiting for the Thor instructor to use a wooden stick to knock them over all of them holding a sharp sword, no one would question his training method.

In addition to the heavy body and combat training, their remaining time is to meditate in the church, or go to the archives to learn knowledge-including the history of the empire, the history of the battle group, and certain alien materials and so on.

This kind of life can no longer be described as boring. They have no personal time, no rest, no entertainment, everything is just to sharpen the body and spirit.

But this is Astarte, all of them exist for war.

"For the emperor" is by no means an empty slogan.

"Bahram."

Almin seemed to have spotted him before Bahram arrived. He was talking to the five recruits of Bahram's team, writing something in the gray dust on the ground.

As soon as Bachram entered the room, Almin stood up and beckoned him to come over.

Young scouts need many years of training before they can step onto the battlefield. Although they already have superhuman physiques, they have not yet transplanted a black carapace, nor can they wear matching power armor.

Only by completing the training during the recruit period, they will truly become an empire angel.

Most importantly, Bachram can't wait to get a blaster.

"What's the news from the west side of the plain?"

Armin took him to another room to make sure that no one else could hear their conversation-although there were no secrets involved, according to the regulations, the intelligence of the scouts was only allowed to be reported to the superiors, and the recruits had to be used to this. Tactical regulations.

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