The Emperor’s Angel of Death

The siege of Hades’s nest is over. Although there are still a lot of green skins in the nest, it is only a matter of time before they are eliminated and dispelled without the leader.

After the war, one thing is about to be faced, one thing that every commander is least willing to face.

Count the casualties.

Originally, this was done by the political commissar Yarek, but the two-year siege had completely exhausted his energy. When Soshyang saw the other party again, he could no longer recognize the old man with gray hair. The vigorous political commissar of the past.

Arek's body almost completely collapsed, even if the green skin did not come up, after a while, his body function would completely decline and then die.

Even after he was sent to the medical cabin, he did not wake up until a week later.

As a last resort, Soshyan replaced his duties.

In fact, there is no way to count the specific casualties in a short time, because the losses are too heavy. According to rough statistics, only 100 million soldiers and civilians survived in Hades Nest, while the original nest city had a population of more than 3 billion.

As for the interstellar warriors, the star knights had good luck. The recruits had no losses, only a few were injured, and they were slightly injured.

But there was a lot of loss on the side of the Holy Blood Angel. Four of the ten soldiers who came to support were sprinkled on the battlefield, and the whereabouts of the leader's think tank was unknown.

This makes Soshyang very guilty, and it is precisely because of his strategy that the Hades Nest will suffer such a huge loss, and Yarek will be able to sustain it for so long.

Although the nest was defended, he did not have the slightest joy of victory.

While he was busy dealing with the aftermath, an unexpected person suddenly found him——

At that time Soshyang was handling official duties in the governor's residence, but the recruit Bahram suddenly asked to see him. Although it was a bit strange, Soshyang dispersed him.

Hearing heavy footsteps stopping outside the door, Soshyang put down the data board and whispered:

"come in."

The door opened, and Bachram saluted him, then walked to the red carpet of the house, and then fell on one knee in front of him in Soshyan's unexpected gaze.

The light from the candle swayed on the firm lines of the recruit's face and dyed his black hair with a deeper layer of golden brilliance.

"what happened?"

Soshyang's surprised words passed through the room, as if the executioner's blade was slashing through the whetstone.

Bachram was silent for a while before answering. He lowered his head, as if considering how to express his meaning in the simplest sentence.

"I killed a fighting monk."

He said slowly, his voice was low but still calm.

Soshyan did not respond.

The recruit then raised his head and turned his scorching gaze to the calm gaze of the battle captain.

"I killed the think tank of the Holy Blood Angels, Calistarius."

Soshyan did not act very surprised, because he already knew from Armin that it was Bahram who saw the think tank last.

"Recruit, can you tell me what happened?"

Bachram nodded and narrated everything that happened that day without missing a word.

After half an hour-

There was silence in the hall, and Bachram bent his head as he recounted what he had experienced.

After speaking, he raised his head and looked straight at Soshyan.

After hearing everything, Soshyang was silent for a moment, then sighed slightly and said:

"You already know what Black Fury is?"

"Yes, the company commander told me afterwards."

Soshyan stared at the recruit’s face, and then realized that the other’s face was the same staunch line as his own, and he also had black eyes and black hair—their commonality was not limited to those from the original body. Genetic inheritance, they come from the same world.

"What do you think of this curse that plagues the holy blood angels."

"That... unfortunately."

"But what you don't know is that each Primarch has its own special power, and the power of San Giles is foreknowledge. He already knew that he would fight Horus, and he also knew that he would be here. He died in the battle, but he chose to do it anyway."

"Can..."

"This is the choice of the sons of San Giles. The moment they become interstellar warriors, they rush to death at a speed far beyond others. This is foreseeable... even though they have so many. Defect, but they do not regard this defect as a shame, because this is the only remaining bond between them and the deceased Primarch."

"But without what I said..."

Before Bachram finished speaking, Soshyan interrupted him by raising his hand.

"I only have one question for you, if you and the Calistarius brothers switch roles, what choice would you make at that time?"

Bahram was speechless.

"Your silence is the answer."

Soshyan said with a smile:

"You have no crime worthy of repentance. I believe that the Calistarius brothers made the final decision. It was not because of your verbal stimulation. Your behavior is an achievement that you should recall with pride. You saved the count. Thousands of civilians have saved them from death and terror."

"But that's a think tank. If my language is not so strong, maybe--"

Bachram shook his head and said:

"The empire needs warriors, and even more so right now. Even the losses of an ordinary fighting monk are extremely serious failures. I should be solely responsible for this."

"No, you are wrong, the empire needs humanity."

Soshyang corrected seriously:

"This is a very important reason for our existence, to protect all mankind, no matter how humble their status and status are... Another point, what you said is right, the preciousness of a fighting monk, so those The rescued civilians will never forget that their lives were exchanged for an emperor’s warrior. Those children, in their future lives, will grow into a strong and upright person, and remember those threatening the empire. It’s sinister, knowing that I always need to be on guard."

Bachram thought about what the captain said, but said nothing.

"As long as we continue to dedicate ourselves to victory, the future of the empire will be unharmed. If some of us die because of it-even you and me, there is no need to grieve. This is our mission. You should not blame yourself for this. We We have to endure these inevitable things. We are the emperor’s angels of death, and we stand shoulder to shoulder with death."

Bahram remained silent,

"This is a difficult class, a class that you must review all the time. In the future, you may sacrifice your comrades who are with you day and night."

Soshyang finished speaking, and stretched out his armoured hand.

Bachram was stunned for a moment, then grabbed it and pressed his palms together-it was more like a handshake between brothers than a handshake between warriors.

"We are the torch that illuminates the darkest moment of mankind, and this dark moment is the present. May you and I burn brilliantly and never sway, but we will use this to commemorate the sacrificed warriors and the lives we will save in the future~www .wuxiaspot.com ~ Commander, I understand."

The confusion on Bahram's face was gone, leaving only firmness, he nodded and stood up.

"However, you still need to provide the place where Brother Calistarius sacrificed. Although the genetic seeds cannot be recovered, at least we can return his relics to Captain Dante."

"I have already reported to the company commander for the first time, and he took people to—"

As he was talking, the emergency communicator in the hall suddenly rang.

Soshyan walked over and pressed the button, and then Armin's nervous voice came out.

"Team commander, emergency situation."

"What's up?"

"We did not find the remains of Brother Calistarius!"

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