The Emperor’s Angel of Death

The latest website: Although it has escaped the disaster, the Blood Curse is still in very poor condition. It struggles in the warp with difficulty, and the Geller force field covering it fluctuates and ruptures. It was as if bad pus from a rotting wound was surrounding the dying battleship.

And its hull is littered with plasma and debris, and the engine burns weakly, like a patient's gasps - the wounds left by the bombardment on the hull are still bleeding, and the patient will only suffer if not treated sooner. of slow death.

But it could do nothing but a dead silence.

"I thought no one would find me here."

Here is the wreck of the former church of the Bloody Curse, but now only the ruins are left, with Sanguinius depicted on the rusted steel on the walls and ceiling, looking down on his own children, Santo Joel. The former champion slumped helplessly on a stone bench.

Technical Sergeant Frank walked over gently and sat on the stone bench opposite the Chapter Commander.

"There's nothing to relax on this ship, Chapter Master, I found you without much effort."

"What's our situation?"

Santo Joel leaned his head back, leaning against a torn wall, staring blankly at Sanguinius on the broken ceiling.

"It couldn't be worse, the Geller field is failing, and we can't stay in the warp for too long."

"Can we go further?"

"I'm afraid not."

"Okay, what happened to the reactor?"

Frank suffered serious facial injuries during his early years of service and required reconstruction of the entire face. He implanted an artificial subcutaneous mask, which was similar to his appearance, but also turned the technical sergeant into a facial paralysis.

Santo Joel knew that this taught the technical sergeant to express most of the information with his eyes, and the other's eyes told him that the news was definitely not good.

"We're only left with fuel scraps...their last attack destroyed most of the fuel we were carrying, the reactors and fuel left were only enough to make one more warp jump, now we need more fuel, otherwise We will lose momentum forever."

"Then you have to at least tell me where to get it?"

"There's enough refining equipment on board to convert anything into fuel, and any civilized world can provide something that I can use."

"Ah, a civilized world, I hope to find it before we all drown in the warp."

Santo Joel sighed and stretched his legs forward, looking weak.

"Captain, you are blaming yourself."

"Good guess, is there any other way?"

"Seek help from others."

"Others? There are 'others' around us besides the enemy? Anyone has a good reason to drive us out."

"But this is the only chance, Chapter Master."

"I may not be fit to be the Chapter Master anymore."

"Captain, it's not your fault."

"I'm responsible for my Chapter. I let my warriors go. Am I going to pretend I'm not at fault when the Chapter is in trouble?"

"If it weren't for you, we might have been wiped out by the Inquisition years ago."

"We did survive, but we only have one-fifth of our original strength left. It was I who made us enter the battlefield, and the price of escaping was sacrificing many brothers... I'm worried that we're just lingering, dying, fading to extinction, and what should I do?"

"If that's what worries you, Chapter Master."

The technical sergeant said calmly:

"Then death is not far away from me."

"If I had a chance to choose, I would never choose such a fate, but fate has never given me a chance to choose... We can't fight for human beings like we used to, but I will not forget that fate gave me My role, that's why I take responsibility for what happened to us, because I made a choice."

The tech sergeant sighed and shook his head.

"Many years ago, the Chapter sent us technically aspiring people to Mars to learn from them what the God of Machines had given them, where I learned that even a wounded machine, a burning wreck, In their view, it is not a destroyed thing, but a potential masterpiece, and this is the way the Mechanicus pursues the footsteps of the God of All Machines, because they see all machines as potential containers of the Almighty Mechanicus.... ... Chapter Master, we are not destroyed, we are not lost, we will always be the sons of Sanguinius."

"But now I don't know what to do."

"I'll tell you what to do."

At this moment, the communicator on the technology came from the sound of Zizi's report, and then he looked at Santo Joel.

"Chapter Master, now we are at the edge of a planetary system where we have one last chance."

"what?"

"The Nathan Galaxy, the home world of the Astral Knights, is also the location of the Alliance of Suffering. We can reach it with a short jump."

"you--"

Santo Joel lowered his head and looked at the technical sergeant in surprise. He naturally knew that this alliance existed, but he never thought about it.

"Is this your chance?"

The technical sergeant nodded seriously.

"This is our only chance, and since they're willing to house the wailers, it's possible to house us, even temporarily, to give us some respite."

"What if they refuse and attack us?"

"Then this is our destiny, so I leave the choice to you, Chapter Master."

Santo Joel frowned and thought, but he didn't know much about this alliance, and it was only because of several major battles that he heard about it.

It is said that this alliance was drawn up by Soshyan Alexei, the chapter leader of the Astral Knights. What will the opponent's attitude be?

Finally, he made up his mind.

"Go on~www.readwn.com~ Santo Joel looks at Sergeant Tech.

"If you think this will save us all, let it go."

"Understood, Chapter Master, then I will perform the Warp Jump now."

Santo Joel stared at Frank's receding back, and the tech sergeant followed him unswervingly from the beginning, never wavering even in the **** conflict with the official imperial institutions.

A student of the Mechanicus, Frank remained unwaveringly loyal to the Chapter.

His decision, Santo Joel chose to trust.

Then, he raised his head, met Sanguinius' eyes again, and pressed his hands to his forehead.

"Merciful Father, please give us the last mercy—"