The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"That boy—"

The fight in the secret stronghold was watched by the Astartes in Thunder Eagle all the way.

They were not surprised by the **** cruelty. Compared to the real battlefield, this was not even a game. What they were surprised by was the people inside.

"His name is Bachram."

Soshyan pulled out a data board from the side, which showed the boy's information, including his parents and family information and past.

"The descendants of the Tate family. This family was prominent in the upper echelons a hundred years ago, and was later relegated to the lower nest capital."

Sol pointed to the bloody, gasping boy on the screen, and said:

"His agility is abnormal. From a technical point of view, he is not a seasoned fighter, but he has the reaction of a seasoned fighter."

"Is it possible to be a psionicist?"

Sol shook his head.

"Unlike, I am more inclined, he may be—"

He suddenly lowered his voice and said:

"Do you remember the legend of the Black Temple."

"Do you think he is..."

Soshyan couldn't help being taken aback by Sol's thoughts.

"But even if he really is, he should appear in the Black Temple, not ours, and shouldn't such a champion appear after the transformation? He is still only a candidate."

"Who can speculate about the will of the emperor? Before Sigismund, there was no such precedent."

"This--"

Soshyang's brows huddled together.

Suddenly Saul put his hand on his shoulder and said:

"Don't worry, leave him to me."

"It's not yet certain whether he can survive the transformation."

"My instinct tells me that he can survive."

At this time, there were only two of them in the cabin, so Sol assuredly said the next sentence.

"Including the gray pulp transplantation, I believe he can survive."

Soshyan nodded, he hoped so.

Not long ago, the pharmacist who joined the association extracted a part of the gray pulp liquid from his spine. According to Brother Said, the success rate of this batch of liquid has been greatly improved. In addition to being transplanted on existing fighters, it can also be directly transplanted. Joined in the recruit transformation stage-the effect of the latter is much better than the former.

But Soshyang remained cautious and planned to select only two recruits for experimental transplantation.

"This time the results are not bad."

Thor shifted his gaze to the constantly beating data screen. After the trial, a total of 284 people survived, of which 61 were successfully promoted.

Compared with the previous 20 recruits each year, this batch is not only three times the previous number, but the quality is definitely much better than before—after all, the screening at the time was relatively peaceful.

And the 223 people eliminated are not completely useless. They will be the preparations for the future command of the battle group fleet, an excellent reserve force for officers of the mortal auxiliary army, and can also strengthen the scale of the mechanics in the large group.

In short, this supplement is a relief for the astral knight whose half foot is on the verge of destruction.

Now it's up to the results of the subsequent transformation.

"Well, now go to meet our young man."

When the transport plane returned to the landing field with the victors of the trial, Soshyan had led the team to wait here.

The losers have already taken other transport planes to a new assembly point, where they will usher in a new future-a future more suitable for mankind.

As the door of the transport plane opened, one by one, despaired bodies came out of the cabin.

Most of them were unkempt, ragged, bloodstained, and even had lame legs and severed hands. They needed help to move forward.

Compared with the lively scene before, the scene now looks very deserted.

The boys just walked in silence, occasionally the wounded groaned.

Soon, they gathered together, facing the angels, most of them had no joy on their faces, only tiredness and numbness.

"children."

Soshyang took a step forward and said loudly:

"Congratulations, you became the final winners."

There was no cheering, no applause, only a faint sob.

"I know this is very difficult for you, especially when you kill for the first time, but this is an obstacle you must overcome, because what you have to meet in the future is a war that you cannot imagine now. Its cruelty and darkness are Ten thousand times what you have experienced now!"

Soshyang's big drink finally brought these candidates back to their souls, they breathed heavily, and straightened their backs one after another.

"From this moment on, your lives will no longer belong to you, but to the battle group, to the emperor! You will no longer be children! We will call you by name and we will call you brothers in the future, "

As he said, a giant airship belonging to the state religion slowly drifted down, and the sky eagle emblem on it was shining with golden light in the sun.

"The Thor instructor will be your leader, and you will go to the temporary monastery fortress of the battle group to adjust your physical functions."

As he said, Sol, who was beside Soshyang, stood up.

He glanced at one of the boys and suddenly grinned.

"Well, boys, let's go."

Under his leadership, the boys walked towards the airship in three rows, but Suoshyang stopped someone suddenly.

"Robin, you come to me."

Hearing these words, Bahram and everyone in the Oscar team turned their eyes to the boy who was always gloomy.

The opponent stopped, but did not walk towards Soshyan.

"Hey, the commander of the battle group called you."

Haomo touched the opponent's shoulder with his hand, but Robin threw it away.

"I know."

After speaking, he walked straight to Soshyan.

Soshyan looked at the other person standing in front of him, said nothing, then waved his hand.

"follow me."

After following Soshyan into Thunder Eagle, he was taken to a separate cabin.

There is only a small table in the cabin with a piece of paper on the table.

Soshyang walked to the table, twisted the piece of paper, and whispered:

"Roswell Wernesser, the eldest son of Governor Batis Wernesser, was regarded as an illegitimate child because his mother was a maid. Soms Noble Academy, once won the first-class outstanding student award twice, and then suddenly dropped out of school, went incognito to the bottom of the nest, mixed with the bounty hunter group, when he was twelve years old."

Soshyang finished speaking, let go of his finger, and let the piece of paper fall to the ground.

"Sign up with a false identity to deceive Astarte. Do you know what crime this is."

Facing Soshyang’s questioning, the boy raised his head, looked straight into his eyes fearlessly, and said calmly:

"The name is just a symbol. I believe the emperor is interested in the soul itself, not the label on the body."

"Then your label is deception?"

Soshyang sneered and tapped the table lightly with his fingers.

"The governor seems to value you very much. In any case, he begs me not to call you into the battle group. Think about it from another angle. Compared with being a lifelong ascetic monk, being a planetary governor has the best material enjoyment. The company of the best woman doesn't seem to be bad."

"I reject."

Robin, or Roswell replied bluntly, that he could feel his limbs trembling and try to control them.

A frown of dissatisfaction crossed Soshyan's brow.

"why?"

"Because resistance is the meaning of life."

Inside the cabin ~www.readwn.com~ the silence spread.

A few minutes later, Soshyang spoke:

"I don't intend to intervene in your family affairs, but from experience, your father doesn't seem to owe you too much. Compared to your cowardly brother, he is more inclined to hand over the inheritance rights to you."

Roswell began to shake his head.

"I know that I am not the Governor's material, and I know what is hidden in that palace."

He took out a pendant from his neck, on it was a very worn-out silver emperor icon.

"Mother told me before she died, staying far away from that place, never, never, never go back, there is only betrayal, conspiracy and depravity.

At this moment, Roswell suddenly showed a weird smile, and he said softly:

"There is a secret that even my father doesn't know. My mother... is actually a brother and sister with him."

Sosh raised his eyebrows slightly, but there was no expression on his face.

"My grandfather gave birth to my mother with a maid. Everyone thought my mother was drowned when she was a baby, but she didn't. She lived in that nest until she was drunk by her brother. Rape afterwards."

Roswell had a smile or cry on his face, and said hoarsely:

"Commander of the battle group, are you still willing to accept a monster caused by **** among close relatives."

Soshyang looked at him and said calmly:

"I promised the governor to give you one last chance, Roswell."

"What if I don't want it?"

"Then you will follow us on the same path."

The boy nodded, swallowing the aftertaste of the blood.

"That's it."

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