The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Burt Duffy supposedly should be called to the rally like everyone else, but he was not in a hurry.

He is immersed in the water storage room, and other people only visit here when there is really no way, but he likes it here, which reminds him of the place where he used to work, Attica’s not warm but comfortable work .

But with the invasion of Chaos, as well as a reckless swing of a rock hammer and a piece of looted food, he had to change the direction of his career.

He became a chaos believer who would swear loudly a few months ago.

"Bert, I know you can hear, go to the meeting!"

A sound broke the silence, and Burt patted the communicator on his waist and turned it off.

Except for people who have long been accustomed to the worst living environment, no one would be willing to break into the foul-smelling water storage system and get dirty with the sewage in the water tank.

Human beings need water wherever they go, just because they can't live without it. There are countless examples in human history fighting for water resources.

Burt doesn't understand this very well, but he does know that without water, there is no life.

Water has its own way out. It is not easy to capture it. It is only because water yearns for freedom and hates imprisonment. It always seizes every opportunity to escape the cage. It corrodes the ancient pipes that flow through and slips away from the incomplete seal. . As always, the water flowed down until it fell to the bottom where there was nowhere to go.

This is why the refugee camp needs a water storage tank. It is no different from the dirty sewage ditch on the ancient sea ship. Every drop of condensate overflows, every drop of sewage from a broken pipe, every drop of rationed synthetic alcohol spilled by the crew. It flows into this ugly water tank.

Fuel, gasoline, and other things only known to the emperor and his elders were mixed together and boiled into a pot of thick soup.

In a well-functioning water supply system, these liquids will be pumped out for processing and recycling, and the water tank will be cleaned from time to time to remove dirt.

But there will be nothing in the refugee camp that is functioning well. The water storage tanks are already overflowing and sewage flows everywhere.

In places invisible to human beings, the wonderful magic of life takes root and grows, creating a small world.

A rusty lifting platform was located far away from the water supply room, but Burt had never used it before, and the roaring motors destroyed the tranquility here.

The sewage has long passed the edge of the square water tank, and under the surface of the water, algae grow wildly.

In some places, these primitive plants are almost piled up like a mountain, leaving little practical space for humans. In addition, the ceiling here is not high. The low hanging cable is enough to strangle a reckless guy, and the hot light bulb can explode. risk.

The water storage tank was not built for life, humans, or anything else, but Burt found pleasure in this quagmire surrounded by metal.

It almost supports an entire ecosystem, where there are mice that specifically inhabit here—their species are as many as the stars that humans have explored, in addition to some mutant insects, luminous amphibians, and smooth bodies and teeth. Carnivores like steel needles.

No one cares about the disordered biological populations in the water supply system. Burt keeps this secret. He has almost become an amateur naturalist.

Of course, if someone drank the water from here and got sick, he wouldn't care.

It seems that it is also because he is in this key position, so in the sect, he has a middle-level position, which seems to be called the chief priest, but he doesn't care so much.

However, some people say that it is because everyone who gets too close to him is sick and is considered to have been blessed by the power of darkness, so they get this position.

Seriously, he doesn't care about this either.

The emperor has long been abandoned by him, and now he believes in something that can allow him to survive-although he can't call it what it is.

Bert was humming and groping in a water tank full of silt. When he slid the sludge away with a pole, rich organic gas emerged from the bottom.

The smell gradually calmed down, not as bad as imagined.

Suddenly, the rarely-opened horn on the central passage rang.

"Everyone will gather right away, including you, Bert!"

The furious roar came out of the horn accompanied by the sound of electric current, and it took a long time for the echo to completely disappear.

Then, the creatures in the water storage tank became active again.

Bert glared at the horn.

"do not bother me!"

He complained that the communicator around his waist was trembling, demanding to reconnect to the communication.

He looked towards the stairwell. There was the source of most of the light in the water storage tank. Most of the lights inside were turned off or filled with water and mucus, making it useless.

"Curse all this."

He regretfully put down the pole, wiped his knees, and then turned around, only to bump into a giant he hadn't noticed at all.

He took a step back.

If he doesn't do this, he won't be able to see the thing's glowing eyes.

It doesn't seem appropriate to describe it with eyes, a pair of ever-dark scarlet eyepieces are looking at him.

"Hello, mortal, what is your name?"

If it weren't for the chill from its body and the smell of the slaughterhouse in its breath, the voice seemed amiable.

Burt Duffy took a step back and prepared to escape, but he stepped on the water and had to stay where he was.

"Bo-Bo-Burt Duffy."

The creature took a step closer, and Burt Duffy tensed and leaned back, teetering on the edge of the water.

The giant wore a dark blue robe, and the uncovered part leaked a silver-gray metallic luster, but it always exuded a unique smell similar to grease.

Suddenly, a fly buzzed over Burt Duffy's head. After he stood still for a while, they began to harass him boldly, but none of them dared to approach the giant.

"Tell me, where is your bishop now?"

Burt Duffi frowned at the question.

"I—I—I—I—"

"Shhh, be careful of your next sentence."

Burt Dufy swallowed.

"Now, I am preparing to go to the temple for a meeting, and the bishop should be there."

"Temple."

The giant said with satisfaction:

"Look, now you sound like a believer, right?"

"You—you—you, are you an Astarte?"

Bert Dufy didn't know if something went wrong in his mind, he suddenly blurted out an obvious problem.

The giant let out a deep laugh.

"Yes, it's me."

He stretched out his hand and prodded the man in front of his chest, and the power made him wailed in pain.

"I suspect this should be common sense, I think you must want to know what I believe in, guess what?"

Burt Duffy shook his head.

"Oh, I bet you know, name the existence I believe in."

Bert swallowed his saliva, and reality paralyzed his tongue~www.readwn.com~ The giant got closer.

"I will tell you the answer. As long as you promise to keep this secret, you will, won't you? Promise immediately, come on, I know you are scared, I smell it."

The man nodded, he was too scared to say a word.

"I am the emperor's angel of death, and I am the throne's final punishment."

The giant carefully held Burt's neck and raised him to the height of his own face.

Suddenly, the cult leader made a moist sound, followed by a warm, defecation smell surrounding him.

"It looks like you know what I mean, that's great, great."

Scarlet eyepieces stared at him horribly.

"Do you know what I'm thinking?"

The cold hand moved on Burt Dufy's neck, and the man began to cry.

"Is the price of this betrayal too great for you?"

"What, what—"

Perhaps the man himself was confused, but in Sablin's sight, he was struggling with a poor worm with blisters and ulcerated skin.

Flies surround the man's head, light green gas gushes out of his facial features with every breath he takes, and maggots enter and exit through the holes in his skin.

With disgust, Sablin slammed hard.

With a snort, the opponent exploded like a ball.

"Depraved--"

Sablin looked at the big water tank that had almost turned into a sticky green swamp, and the disgusting subspace creatures wandering in it, and felt that the situation was getting worse.

He didn't know how many people drank such water, nor did he know how many people were infected.

"The head of this sect must be resolved first."

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