The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"Huh, huh—"

Bachram stood up, and the air was full of the rancid smell of green-skinned blood, like a corpse that had deteriorated.

After breathing for a while, he stepped back, drew his knife from the corpse with difficulty, walked to the struggling Calistarius, and carried him on his back again.

"Come on, sir, we have to keep going."

The recruits of the Astral Knights helped the think tank of the Holy Blood Angel to cross the maze-like tunnel network. They could see the corpses of civilians wherever they went, and Green Skin had begun to systematically eliminate the residents of the nest.

Hundreds of millions of people have died, and some of the bones they saw were marked by knives and axes, as well as traces of green-skinned beasts gnawing on the corpse.

boom----!

Suddenly, there was a loud noise, and the nest was shaken by the explosion. This mountain-like city caused a nest shock due to this tiny movement.

Bahram worried that the buildings above his head might collapse at any time, but in the end they still stood tall.

At the same time, his call for help still did not get a response.

"We went too deep... they couldn't hear us."

Calistarius was panting, and his condition improved slightly.

"You put me down, I can do it myself."

Bachram didn't even intend to listen.

"We have to go to the elevator shaft in this area, and through there we can reach the meeting point. My comrades in arms should be waiting for me there."

Not long after they walked, they came to a deep well, which was a few kilometers deep in darkness, and the sound of gunshots in the distance came from above.

But they did not see the lift.

"Go there?"

In desperation, Bachram had to consult a more experienced think tank.

Calistarius leaned against the wall, almost as much blood leaked from the armor as the engine oil, and the damage on his armor was covered by viscous anti-collision slime.

He gasped in pain, and Bahram suspected that at least one of his lungs had been punctured.

"Ask her."

Calistarius said, raising his finger.

Bachram turned around abruptly, and his blaster was aimed at a scrawny little girl wearing a dirty gray shirt.

Then he put down his gun.

"Little guy, we are the emperor's angels. We are looking for a lift. Can you help us?"

She walked over fearlessly, and based on her standard age, she was probably twelve years old.

Bachram hoped that she was mature enough to be able to distinguish their identities.

"food."

The little girl is very realistic,

Bachram nodded and squatted down. In order not to scare the opponent, he slowly removed a ration stick from his belt.

"The things we carry are for you, so that you don't go hungry."

The girl grabbed the ration stick, tore open the package with her teeth, and ate it hungrily.

The wind blew her skirt against her body, revealing the ribs exposed by long-term hunger.

"You know we are here to save you?"

She nodded.

"You are angels. Dad said you are good people. Go here."

Bahram stood up in relief.

"Sir, we are lucky."

"Yes...Yes."

When pulling up Calistarius' shoulders, Bachram suddenly noticed that the other person's tone became very low and unfamiliar, like another person.

"...We must trust the people we protect. With her help, we can rendezvous with the Legion."

Bachram was stunned, wondering if he had heard something wrong.

"Sir, you just said... Legion?"

"Warband...."

Calistarius answered vaguely.

"That's right... It's the battle group... Holy Code... Brother Kiliman..."

The voice of the think tank became more and more vague, Bahram didn't know what was going on, he guessed it might be caused by the pain.

But for some reason, there was a faint fear in his heart——

They passed through the unmanned production block, and the factory dormitory was silent as death, and the bones of the dead had already been covered with dust.

In the process, Calistarius actually recovered some strength. He could walk on his own without the power of Bachram. However, his consciousness seemed to be increasingly blurred, and he was always whispering something to himself. .

The road ahead led to a long unused passage. The little girl led them to a newly repaired gate. On both sides of the gate were two guards. They were also stunned by hunger. The clothes are dirty and shabby.

Despite this, they remained vigilant and knelt down immediately when they saw the angel appearing.

"grown ups!"

"Get up quickly, you don't need to be polite."

The two nodded, and one shouted in the direction of the door.

"Open the door! Open the door!"

The door opened to both sides. In front is another corridor with many roadblocks in the middle. Not far away is another door on the right. People in rags stood up from the defensive position and watched in surprise as they walk Between the demigods.

Bachram ignored them and walked forward with Kalistaius who was confused.

Behind the second door is a cathedral, which is crowded with people. The pedestrian passages are full of civilians. There are many people sitting on the balcony. The places where he can see are all people.

There are at least two thousand people here.

"Who is in charge here?"

Bachram asked in full aura.

Many people knelt down in front of him and made an aquila salute, but they still made a way for the Star Warrior to move forward.

"dad!"

The girl said that he ran to a man with a big beard. Like everyone else, his cheeks were sunken and his eyes were sunken in his eye sockets because of lack of food.

He hugged his daughter and walked towards the star warriors.

"I am the foreman here, and everyone elected me as the representative here. We are very happy to see you. The emperor is indeed protecting us, right, brothers and sisters?"

He shouted at the room, and people responded loudly:

"Yes!"

"The war is not over yet. The chief is injured. We need an elevator to get to it."

"lift--"

The man thought for a while, then clapped his hands.

"There is one, but it has been useless for a long time. It needs to be repaired. You have to wait a while, my lord.

"fine."

"My lord~www.wuxiaspot.com~ We just cleared out a room, which is a bit shabby."

"Very good, thanks a lot."

With Calistarius, Bachram walked into the room of the bishop in the church. Most of the decoration inside was destroyed, but the statue of the sky eagle was still shiny as new.

"Sir, are you all right."

"I'm fine."

After taking a few deep breaths, when Calistarius opened his eyes again, the previous confusion had been replaced by a clear light.

He smiled slightly and said:

"I didn't scare you just now."

"Uh...not really."

Seeing this, Bachram also guessed that he should be fine, and finally heaved a sigh of relief.

But he didn't notice that in the depths of Calistarius' pupils, a ray of red light was slowly spreading——