The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Latest Website: He opened his eyes, and all he could see was the gentle darkness of the meditation room.

However, this consolation only lasted for a moment, when a stranger broke in and accompanied him back to the sober world.

She pronounced his name, and a feminine voice broke the dark silence, and her breath washed the air with the smell of disinfectant with her movements.

The warrior reached out and grabbed her throat, grabbed the woman's neck with huge fists, and lifted her up with her.

The next moment, her wobbly boots kicked him limply, and that mouth couldn't get a breath of air to moisten her voice.

"Owner......"

Suddenly, he realized that the voice was not a "stranger".

Talos let go of her, and she immediately fell from a height of one meter, slamming her soft legs onto the deck, landing on her hands and knees.

"Yes... Octavia."

Talos did not expect that after so many years, the navigator of the Blood Oath would appear in front of him again.

She was constantly coughing, spitting, and gasping.

"And... Septims."

Talos looked up and saw his former servant and pilot standing at the open doorway, holding a pistol in a trembling hand.

"Although we are a little old, I have to remind you again."

Talos smiled and said:

"According to Imperial law, aiming a weapon at Astartes is a capital offense."

"Master, I thought you were out of control again—"

Septimus's eyes widened, his fears could be seen at a glance, but he could not hide his steadfast purpose.

"...I can't let you kill my wife."

"Ah, she's your wife now, I almost forgot."

Talos slowly bent down and stretched out a hand to help Octavia stand up.

She took Talos' hand, but hesitated for a moment before that.

"It can be seen how merciful the empire is to its people. You have never received such treatment on the blood oath."

Octavia touched her throat, which was still throbbing.

"It's alright, Septimus, it's alright, nothing to worry about."

Septimus put down his gun and retracted it into a hidden case in his lower back, while the former navigator brushed the loose strands from his face.

"Talos, what have I done to be welcomed like this?"

"You didn't do anything."

Talos returned to the cold metal plate he used as a lounge chair.

"Forgive me, I'm troubled by something I'm dreaming about."

"I knocked on the door."

"I believe in you, so I apologize to you too."

Talos pressed his palms to his eyes, trying to erase the afterimages of the hallucination, but the pain was still inside him, and it was worse than in years past—the pulse thumped along the side of the skull, making it painful Spread out from the temple like a cobweb.

The battle wounds inflicted on the nebula quickly exacerbated the growth of the pain, and the pain he felt in his dream today should be the same.

After ten seconds, he slowly raised his head to look at her.

Octavia doesn't seem to have changed much in appearance, but her face is much plumper than before, and her complexion is very healthy. She is wearing a decent lady's dress and a black silk scarf on her forehead to block her navigator's eyes. There was also a sun hat scattered on the ground, apparently her life was not bad.

Septims looked relatively old, with a little stomach, and a faint smell of oil on his body. Talos probably guessed the other's occupation.

The three of them shared a silence that Talos finally broke.

"Why are you here?"

"Valler......"

Octavia said hesitantly:

"...Say you're feeling a little sick."

"You still have contact with him?"

"Well...he'll keep telling us about little Talos."

"Little Talos—"

Talos gave a troubled smile.

"Did you give him that name?"

Octavia nodded silently.

"Since you have obtained precious freedom, you should completely abandon the past and everything on the Blood Oath, including... me, why should you let the past bind your present life?"

Talos was lying on the bed, covering his eyes with his arms, so that the two could not see his expression.

"Are you dissatisfied with your life now?"

"Of course not, we are very satisfied with our current life, Septimus opened a mechanical repair shop in Zhongchao, employing more than 30 workers, which allows us to live quite decently, but... This is not a reason for us to abandon the past, because that is part of our lives, Ciel, Cyrion, Markushen...they live forever in our memories, and in our dreams, no matter what they bring What kind of fear and bloodshed came, these cannot be thrown away."

"It seems that your life is really carefree. The empire takes good care of you and can make you feel free to think."

Talos lowered his arm, and their eyes met - Octavia's hazel eyes collided with the gloomy black eyes of all the sons of Nostram.

The gaze didn't last long, and Octavia would get goosebumps if she were to stare at any of the Night Lord's enhanced demigods for too long.

Talos' face is more like a weapon than a man. The skull under the delicate facial features has become stronger. It is like a brick made of bones, as strong as steel, with scars left by surgery on it. Almost obscured by his pale flesh, extending down from his temples.

Putting these aside, Talos undoubtedly has the appearance of a handsome man, but once it grows on this tall warrior, it seems to be some kind of blasphemy.

She remembered very clearly that the old masters had an endless hatred for everything, even each other.

But now he has indeed changed.

He smiled and faced her gaze, but luckily that action still belonged to a human being, it was a twisted smile: it belonged to a boy who had more in his head than what he said in his mouth.

At that moment, his image seemed to transcend the bruised Midnight Sons on the Blood Oath.

"I think your visit is on purpose."

Talos said, relatively speaking, this is not a problem.

"I don't mean to offend, although UU Reading www.uukanshu.com wants to say something polite first, but the ability to use it for small talk... After we completely abandoned mortal nature, we completely left me, compared to Everything is one step ahead."

Octavia snorted.

"Is just caring about acquaintances a purpose? What kind of nightmare did you have?"

Talos smiled at her, the kind that often hides inside his helmet.

"You wouldn't want to know."

"Is it a prophecy?"

"I can't jump to conclusions. The difference between a prophecy and a nightmare is not always easily discernible. This is a memory that becomes distorted and tainted near the end. It is neither a prophetic vision nor a real dream."

"Like... your Primarch?"

She turned her eyes away, not daring to meet his eyes.