The Emperor’s Angel of Death

　　 The morning sun has not yet cleared the chill of the night, and the morning breeze is still slightly cold.

　　 Outside the city gate that opened in the hole, a group of rickety figures walked in slowly under the watchful eyes of the guards.

　　 Most of their faces have turned grayish-yellow, and deep wrinkles have been added, their eyes narrowed into a line, and their surroundings were swollen and red.

　　 People who plant the land are exposed to the wind and sun all day long, which is mostly the case.

　　 was headed by an old man with a ragged felt hat on his head, and only a thin work clothes on his body, groaning all over, carrying a dirty white rag in his hand, and propped it up with branches.

　　 That hand is not the red and round hands of the landlords, but rather thick, stupid and cracked claws like dead tree bark.

　　 It's hard to tell the age of this group of people from the outside, probably because there are no young people.

　　 After they entered the city, they were immediately surrounded by guards and came forward to search their bodies.

　　 "Let them come over."

　　 A metallic voice sounded from the square, and the guards scattered around like clouds, giving way to a path.

　　 Those people walked to the center of the square with fear and anxiety.

　　 I saw a giant as tall as an iron tower standing in front of them, beside another warrior with a sword, and ten similar giants arcing around behind them.

　　 The giants were all wrapped in thick silver-gray armor. The robes and ribbons on their bodies drifted gently with the morning breeze, and a scrutinizing gaze came from the dark eyepieces on the helmets.

　　 Invisible pressure came from them, and those people stopped when they were fifty meters away.

The old man headed by 　　 appeared happy and sad, and squirmed his lips, but made no sound.

　　 After someone coughed violently, his attitude immediately became respectful, and he knelt down on the ground, his upper body crawled, his forehead pressed against the ground, and he said clearly:

　　 "Sinner Chris, it is a great honor to be able to admire the dignity of the emperor angel."

　　 He speaks Gothic, which is lame, but he can barely understand it.

　　 This surprised Soshyang.

　　While the old man knelt down, the people who followed him also paid homage to the angels in the same manner, and praised the name of the emperor in their mouths.

　　 Soshyang has a lot of words to say, but he feels that he is blocked by something, but he lingers in his mind and can't spit it out.

　　 "You traitors! Rebellious! Thief! Murderer!"

　　 At this time, West spoke first, and he yelled directly at the people who were kneeling on the ground.

　　 "You are so courageous, and you still have the face to see the noble angel! You should have your eyes gouged out and your tongues cut off! Hanged on the gate of the city!"

As West’s cursing sounded, the nearby landlords also clamored. The presence of angels gave them the greatest support. They were still in fear in the city, but now they are full of courage. , I just wanted to catch those rebellious serfs as soon as possible and tortured them severely so that they would no longer dare to rebel in their entire lives.

　　 "Oh!"

　　 Suddenly, West flew out, then fell to the ground and rolled in pain.

　　 Almin retracted the chain saw sword and hung it back on his waist. He just touched the opponent's chest with the hilt just now, and this made the person close his mouth.

　　 Seeing the angel's anger, everyone immediately closed their mouths.

　　 Those people on the ground are still lying on the cold masonry.

　　 Then, from the grille of Soshyan's helmet, there was a quiet sound.

　　 "Get up."

　　 In this place, his command was absolute, and those people then stood up one by one.

The old man headed by 　　 regained his footing with the support of another person.

　　 "Wait, why are you messing up."

　　 Soshyang’s next sentence almost made them kneel down again.

　　 "Stop!"

　　 Almin’s raps made their knees straighten again.

　　 "Sinners dare not hide it, they really have no food, no clothes, and can't live anymore... But we are still the obedience of the empire! We are not the anti-empire!"

　　 The old man was choked up when he talked about the back.

　　 "My lord! My lord! They are lying!"

　　 West, who was knocked out before, got up alive again, walked near the demigods, and scolded the old man:

　　 "Say such blasphemous language! What do you think of angels? Are you fools!"

　　 He turned around, faced Soshyan, bent down, and pointed at the rebellious serfs.

"Angels of supreme honor, you may not know that these spoilers are the most cunning, and they often act poorly! Obviously they cultivate the land of the emperor. Livestock, in fact, they have everything! As soon as you lift the floor or knock on the wall, it is either underground or in a secret storage room! Also in valleys and deep streams, they secretly hide unregistered farmland!"

　　 Soshyang cast a glance, and the man said it was hoarse, filled with righteous indignation, as if he was trying to judge a heresy.

"My lord! They seem to be loyal on the surface, but they are actually the most lie! No matter what they will lie! They besieged the city and the tax authorities for the slightest dissatisfaction! The so-called obedience is simply the most stingy, the most cunning, the most cowardly, the most Bad heart, least faith! They are always thinking about how to destroy the authority of the empire and destroy the faith of the emperor~www.wuxiaspot.com~ to satisfy their anarchist desires!"

　　 "You bullshit!"

　　 "You are the real liar! Murderer!"

　　West's words immediately aroused the opposition of the serfs, and their necks and faces were flushed with anger. If it weren't for the presence of the angels, they would have rushed to fight with the landlord.

　　 "You treat people as cattle! But you can't eat as much as cattle! Taxes are heavier every year!"

　　 A short and sturdy man who looks relatively thick pointed at West and shouted angrily:

　　 "A few years ago, you still harvested 70%, after a year, it became 80%, then 80%! Finally 90%! How do you make people live! How do you live!"

　　 "Why don't you say that you delayed taxes earlier! I paid you in advance! Shouldn't you charge some interest!"

　　 "There were heavy rains and floods that year—"

　　 "Shit! The tax collector doesn't care about this! It is us who are forced to pay taxes! We! Not you! You are good, and you don't have any gratitude at all!"

　　 "Quiet!"

　　 With a sharp shout, all the mortals lowered their heads and closed their mouths at the same time.

　　 Soshyang glanced over the rebel farmers, and then said:

　　 "Paying taxes is the eternal obligation of the citizens of the Empire, this is irrefutable."

"Yes……"

　　 The farmer’s head dropped lower.

　　 "But it is also the responsibility of the empire to ensure the basic survival rights of the people of the empire."

　　 Soshyan turned to West.

　　 "Why do you sit and watch the imperial people die of starvation?"

　　 "No, no, no...I..."

　　West wiped the sweat from his head and responded in a low voice:

　　 "We have always provided the most basic aid rations..."

　　 "My lord, he lied!"