The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"I had a friendly conversation with the Chapter Master of the Astral Knights—"

"Tell me the result."

Quincy Edu has never paid attention to the unnecessary oral etiquette, agreement and irrelevant words of human beings. He only cares about the things at hand, and trivial things are regarded as irrelevant by him, so when he proposes an alliance, he directly puts this matter. Give it to Raki Bangura.

Raki Bangura replied in the same accurate binary language, but without those mechanical rhythms.

"That Soshyan chapter leader is a very enlightened and powerful man. I believe he will emerge from the shadows of the Empire as a new force. If anyone is willing to offer us a refuge, Soshyan A Lexie is one such person, and he is our ally for a reason."

Quincy Edu's language center can easily decipher the meaning of Raki Bangura's words, even though most of his emotional organs have long been removed from him like a diseased tumor.

"Leave these nice words to the Council, I want to hear some practical ones, after all Astartes are not easy to get along with, our ancestors were forced to kneel to them 10,000 years ago, the brutal twisted Primarch promised us a Equal standing, but where's the bragged equality? We labored to supply the Astartes with weapons of war only to get the clichés and humiliation of the Night Lords! Tell me, those Space Marines offer nothing more than a verbal sanctuary What else can you offer?"

"He provides these."

Raki Bangura smiled slightly, and stretched out a thin fleshy arm, holding a data flake on it.

"What is it?"

"Standard Construction Template."

"Standard build template!?"

Quincy Edu could barely contain the hunger in her voice, not even realizing that she retained some unpleasantly human traits: greed, ambition, and lust.

"They have a working stc?"

"more than one."

Raki Bangura said in an exaggerated tone.

"There are two."

"two?"

Quincy Edu paced back and forth anxiously.

"Nothing like this has happened in 8214 years, what kind of stc do they have?"

"A high-powered jetpack accessory, and one for the Javelin-type speedboat."

Quincy Edu stared fascinatedly at the stc displayed in the data board, which contained information worth more than most of his forge's creations combined, and inside were flawless electronic blueprints created by a marvel of design.

"The chapter leader solemnly promised that as long as an alliance is formed, he will personally send the stc here, and he promised that the alliance with us is an equal alliance rather than an alliance between masters and servants."

Raki Bangura's words were almost ignored, because Quincy Edu's body trembled involuntarily when he thought about what he might have learned from stc, and even the standard binary sound was distorted.

"when?"

"The current appointment is one month..."

"The sooner the better!"

"Then 2 weeks earlier?"

"Okay! Go to arrange it immediately! Put the meeting report aside for now! Be sure to tell the other party sincerely that we can provide everything he wants, weapons, armor, vehicles, and even starships, no problem!"

"Yes, then I'll go."

Quincy Edu was still pacing back and forth in excitement, but he didn't notice the contempt and killing intent flashing in the eyes of Raki Bangura who turned around.

After leaving Quincy Edu's forge, Raki Bangura traveled alone into the wilderness thousands of kilometers away.

Because Ulan Huda has devoured other worlds for many years, its volume is no less than a normal planet, and apart from various cities and forging furnaces, it is a large area of ​​pale wilderness.

And in the open depths of the moor, blowing ash blankets the pitted wasteland on the edge of the plain with a mist.

If you look closely, you'll see colorful flames burning on the horizon, chemical pollutants filling the sky, and the stench from the massive oil refineries that orbit the planet's equator.

Only the most hardy scavengers can barely make ends meet in such an environment, and these food sources are often scarce and loaded with too many toxins.

But even so, there is no shortage of scavengers looking for opportunities.

They belonged to the "free men" of the foundry world, searching for something to survive in the wild deserts and hard ground, usually driving a modified car full of scrap metal, with rust on the wheels and cloth in the ruts Full of rust.

A scavenger found something good today.

A scavenger in a tattered robe and a dusty gas mask on his face whistled excitedly, the exhaust pipe of the crawler car spewed a pungent stench, and the interior of the pressurized cabin exuded sweat and recycled nutrients And the smell of excitement, a cracked, thin auger panel reinforced with a hard material hangs from the roof of the cab.

He hadn't seen such a strong signal in decades, and he knew the discovery might make him -- whatever it was.

As he drove, he looked out through the dilapidated cab, and he estimated that other scavengers might also chase this interesting discovery, so be careful, black and white between scavengers is very **** and cruel.

Of course, he also killed a lot of people himself, including his car was also stolen from the hands of a hapless man.

The crawler soon drove into a gentle slope, which gradually expanded into a shallow pit.

In the cab, he could feel that the ground under the tracks was soft sand, which was brought here by the polluted wind from the huge refinery in the south.

The pulsing signal of the bird divination machine became more urgent, and he found himself almost on top of the thing, although he couldn't see anything but the dirty glass.

The scavengers simply removed the bird-watching instrument from the roof, picked up a simple laser gun from the back of the cab, and confirmed the contents of the car.

There's not much left inside, but enough to take on any kind lurking in the wasteland.

Then he picked up the backpack, put the ventilator tightly over his head, and opened the cab. The bad weather made him wince for a moment~www.readwn.com~ The wind tore at his robes, as if to throw him back .

His age is not suitable for this kind of life.

Thinking like this, he climbed down the ladder and stepped onto the beach, followed by the piercing siren of the bird horoscope, and walked towards the large sand dunes in front of him.

He was trying to figure out what was hidden inside, and while he couldn't see anything of value yet, as he got closer, he found that the nearest dunes were much higher and more regular in shape than the others.

Once again to determine the status of the bird divination machine, the scavenger is very sure that what he is about to pick up is under the dunes.

Maybe an aircraft crashed, or a mine-carrying ship was covered in sand before the crew could send a distress call.

Whatever it is, it marks the end of the current bad life.

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