The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"Um... this is? Flame, sacred flame... winged monster? It should mean this... cold blood... a sleeping behemoth ..... What and what is this?"

The more you look down, the more confused the tone of the corpse-examiner becomes.

Suddenly, he raised his head and looked at his companion.

"I feel that these clues have nothing to do with the network?"

"You only need to tell what you see, and let the wizards take care of the rest."

"To be honest, I don't know how to use words to describe it, probably... there is a place underground with a sacred flame, and there is a gate guarded by a winged monster, behind the gate there is a sleeping one. Behemoth, it needs cold blood to wake it up..."

"that's all?"

"That's it, otherwise?"

With that, the corpse examiner's gaze stayed in the shadow of the house for a while, and then his head quickly lifted up.

"Wait, we don't seem to be alone."

Thor immediately heard the sound of the blasting gun being loaded, and then the roar of the Lord of Chaos sounded.

"Guards, rush to the autopsy room right away, right away!"

A heavily armed squad rushed into the room.

"Disperse and find the concealer!"

But Thor exited the room as early as the defender was gazing into the shadows.

He returned to the way he came, quietly left the road where the candlestick was placed, kicked a repair opening, fell into a bunch of wires and circuits, and then quickly left the temple.

Today he has gained enough and needs to contact Soshyan in the rear.

Leaving the temple, Thor walked for an hour, avoiding the patrol on the road, and came to a hidden cave beneath the ground. Inside, a tall figure was on guard.

"Welcome, Captain Sol."

After the red dot of the scanner struck Saul, the dry voice of YT-001 sounded.

"Open the remote encrypted communicator, I need to send some information to Soshyan."

The cyborg obeyed Sol's order, took out a portable communicator from the metal backpack behind him, and set encryption parameters.

Sol walked to the communicator and began to enter two pieces of information.

The first is to remind Soshyan that the bodies of the fallen soldiers must be recovered anyway, because there are corpses in the Black Legion.

The second one is to ask him to ask Veronica whether the spirit race has any special flames, which are mainly used underground.

About five minutes later, Soshyan's reply came.

There is no problem with the first one.

And the second, after inquiring about Veronica, I learned that the spirit race has a kind of ice flame, which will be used in the underground of some ancient garden worlds, mainly to sacrifice to a **** of their race who symbolized death in ancient times, but this The gods have been lost for a long time, and there are no longer many believers before the great fall, and even their names have been lost.

A major feature of this kind of flame is that it absorbs the surrounding heat, so once it is ignited, it will fall into extreme cold and it is difficult to extinguish.

After reading the information, Sol turned off the communicator and fell into deep thought.

The YT-001 on the side remained motionless, as if it had fallen into a static state.

I don't know how long it took, Thor sighed softly, took two steps back, and sat on a polished stone.

"Fire it."

YT-001 raised his arm, and then a bright light flashed, and the extinguished bonfire next to Sol was lit again. The light dispelled the darkness and re-illuminated the stone room.

Sol has been using this place as a sanctuary for four days. He knows that this is the last day, and he will give up here later and go deeper underground, looking for an area with abnormal temperature.

Sitting by the campfire for a while, it seemed that enough heat had been absorbed, and Sol looked at YT-001.

"You are from the era of the Great Expedition."

The cyborg did not move, but responded hoarsely:

"Sorry, the production date has been erased."

Saul smiled and said meaningfully:

"It's a miracle that people like us can still live to this day."

The cyborg still froze in place.

"Do you know why I only chose you as a follower? Because you have a feeling that is out of step with this era. Just like me, we are like people."

The other party still didn't respond.

"Do you know how I survived Eastvan?"

Sol didn't care about the other party's attitude, and talked to himself.

"At the time I thought I was dead, but they came to me in the dark. At that time, I was in a deep coma. Every face, every scream, and every breath of horror in my memory was occupied. My consciousness, when I tried to forget these painful and painful memories, I was taken to a place, flew over the high mountains, through the starry clouds and the dizzying peaks smeared by moonlight, and then came to a place. In the depths of the mountain, there seems to be no division of light and darkness. Along the corridor and through the echo gallery, I was taken into the rumbling elevator until I was finally placed in an empty space directly excavated from the rock. In the cell, only the most basic human survival is satisfied. A rusty pipe in the corner of the room is dripping with salt water, and a round pit in the opposite corner seems to be a container for waste."

Method Being in the prison of the past, Saul pointed his finger at the corner of the stone room at will.

"On the first day, two people came, a man and a woman, with plain attire. They were dressed in all white coats and looked like lab coats. They checked my body and left."

"The next day, the two imperial soldiers came to see me."

Sol closed his eyes and recalled the scene.

"I was taken to the interrogation room. A tongue depressor to prevent my tongue from being bitten off filled my mouth with the anticorrosive smell of rubber. An air tube was inserted into my throat, and a leather headgear with needles and electrodes embedded in it. The pilot’s helmet surrounds my head, and the bronze wire is connected to the interface of the eye recording device...The interrogation room is terribly ordinary, like a simple metal box. There are no windows and mirrors in the room. There is nothing distinctive. Monitoring equipment surrounds me. Each device records the data of changing rhythms in my body in real time. A device that emits a buzzing sound like a scorpion tail is fixed on the ceiling above my head. There were also hanging instruments on it. These instruments looked scary. Afterwards, the army asked me, "Are you ready to start?" I nodded."

After speaking, the son of the emperor sighed slightly.

"On the third day, the imperial prime minister came to me. He told me the nature of the war and what was about to happen, and he wanted me to join the ranger knight—"

"On the tenth day... I saw Him."

At this time, the body of the cyborg trembled slightly, followed by a slightly imperceptible sound.

"Who....."

Saul smiled slightly, a face appeared in his mind.

A face, old and wise, ruthless and thin.

He can see countless identities—warriors, poets, diplomats, assassins, merchants, killers, politicians, mystics, fathers, tyrants.

Saul can see a part of him, but he still has thousands of himself.

However, it was his eyes that attracted Saul's attention the most.

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"You should guess."

The cyborg did not continue to respond, Sol also sighed slightly, turned his body, and faced the bonfire.

"After talking so much, talk about you."

Still the same, silent.

"Ten thousand years ago, the captain of the flagship of the 12th Legion, the Conqueror, was a woman. In such a violent regiment, there was a female captain. Many people could not believe it, but she did a great job. Well, people later called her the reputation of the blood-stained rose, but no one knew that before her, there was a heroine in the empire. She also controlled a flagship of the legion, and she was still a Primarch returning to the empire. The last wife I married before, at that time she was still called...the Queen of Flames."

Saul raised his head and stared at the trembling body of the cyborg.

"Really? Queen Elena Alcaras."