The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Iri Alexei.

Hearing the name, Soshyan blinked. If he remembered correctly, it was recorded in his father's manuscript on the spot that this ancestor once joined the empire's expeditionary army and participated in the battle against the greenskins of Ullano.

And according to time, the wanderer fleet still existed at that time.

Maybe there were a lot of things that happened back then, maybe there were a lot of secrets and secrets in it, but for the current Soshyan, the significance was not so important. Instead, it was Elena who suddenly appeared and destroyed the green-skinned god. It only made him more concerned.

"What exactly is that?"

"You have to find the answer yourself, because His Majesty never told me about it. The only thing I know is that since that day, His Majesty's mysterious friend has never appeared again."

Soshyan looked at Elena's face, not sure if the other party was telling the truth, but it was enough for this step.

There will always be more clues.

"I see, thank you for telling me that, Mrs. Elena."

"Well, I just hope you can understand the importance of this responsibility."

"I will."

Soshyan sighed softly.

"By the way, I want to borrow Mu Hu."

"What's wrong?"

Soshyan then told Elena about Ulan Huda.

"Those technical heretics have a lot of intentions. Bring the Mu Huhui to be safe. It should have no problem with all kinds of machinery."

Elena nodded slightly.

"Then take it with you."

"Thank you."

After Soshyan finished speaking, he took steps to leave Veronica's bedroom, when Elena behind him suddenly said in a low voice:

"The emperor is not a god, all gods are lies."

But Soshyan left without looking back.

After leaving Veronica's bedroom, he chose to go to the next level of the monastery fortress, where the Chapter's prison is located, which is mostly empty, but it also once held a group of people.

Fifteen Brotherhood of Steel fighters were captured during the Battle of the Desolation Stars. After genetic verification, it was confirmed that they were all new blood modified with the Imperial Fist's gene seed.

Faced with this situation, Soshyan did not kill them, but told them the truth and took them into custody.

After all, these people have been in the Chaos War Gang for a long time and need to erase some of their temper. Therefore, detention is one aspect. Soshyan also prepared them a lot of books on the history of the Imperial Fist and the Iron Warriors, as well as regular priests. To preach is to hope that they will have a gap between their former identities.

Of course, the recognition of the 11th Legion is also one of the important tasks.

Counting the time, Soshyan felt that it was almost time for the end.

When he came to the entrance of the prison, fifteen soldiers wearing silver-gray power armor were already standing there waiting for him, besides the second company commander Ustad was also by the side.

"I promised that if you are willing to surrender, I will not break you up."

Soshyan glanced at everyone, and the first captured Galian Kerr was looking at him very seriously.

"But your number is too small to build a company, so you are temporarily under the command of the second company commander. When the recruits are replenished in the future, you can exist as a separate company, using your talents in war engineering to improve Serve the Emperor well and wash away your past sins!"

Saying that, he looked at Galian Kerr.

"Garian, you are the captain of this squad, codenamed War Anvil."

"Yes! Thank you Chapter Master for your trust! For the Emperor!"

The other members of the War Anvil also chanted in unison.

"For the Emperor!"

Soshyan turned his head to look at Ustad at random.

"You go and arrange their accommodation and armoury first, and then let them rest for two days."

"Yes!"

Not far from the prison, is the confinement room of the chapter. At this time, the entire Eleventh Company was locked in this separate area - after the funeral of the chapter, Soshyan asked them all to be locked up for a month. .

"I'm going to have an accident..."

Sablin stretched out his limbs with a long sigh, and lay lazily on the small bed with his back against the headboard.

He had never slept in such a small bed since his days as a Space Marine, and he had to crouch his legs to barely lie down, which was quite uncomfortable to be honest.

He is not a person who is addicted to pleasure, but he doesn't think that only hard work can prove his worth. A comfortable piece of furniture does not prevent him from becoming a killer.

Helplessly tilting his head, Sabrin let the gold cast ball on the head of the bed press against his skin, he was so preoccupied that he didn't notice the discomfort.

For him, leisure is more uncomfortable than pain, and he doesn't know how long it will last.

The entire confinement room was shrouded in a special darkness, the lumen lights were dimmed, and synthetic fireworks danced in the electroplated candlesticks, clinging to the walls, causing countless shadows to shudder and dance.

On the other side of the room, on the cushion of the chair facing the bed, there are two heavy books, thicker than Sabrin's two hands combined, one is the Holy Book of Astartes, the other is It's Chapter Discipline.

Of these two books, he didn't move one of them, and the other passed out after reading only three pages.

If he had to use this to pass the time, he would rather commit suicide.

"Ugh--"

Sabrin put his palms on his eyes, and the room reverberated with the low-pitched sound of the fan from the vent. At the same time, there was still no sound of beating on the wall—it was Li Lin's room, and occasionally there was a burst of water from the overhead water pipe. burst of noise.

These sounds are not really big, even tiny, but with the hearing blessing of Space Marine Superman, so many sources of noise resonate together and even drown out their own heartbeats.

"Li Lin, you **** bastard, can you let me be quiet! Why don't you go and hammer the wall over Conis' side?"

Sabrin turned his head and shouted at the wall, but the thumping sound still reverberated and never stopped.

"You won! Let's see how I clean up after I go out!"

He finally gritted his teeth~www.readwn.com~ and got up after making a gasp.

Sabrin blinked and looked at the messed up room. There was a dinner plate on the ground, and there was still a third of the cold food left in it. A kettle overturned at his feet, and the water in it was all dry.

He stood up and came to the wall. There was a palm-sized mirror on the wall. The mirror showed a picture of a hollow face with long hair scattered.

It took Sablin almost a moment to recognize that it was him.

Thinking of something, he suddenly winked and made a grinning expression in the mirror - that was the expression of the Primarch that Talos showed him in his memory.

Well, there is still such a three-point resemblance.

Reducing his expression, Sabrin pouted his lips at the face in the mirror, it seemed that he had to take care of himself after going out.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of the door, and with hope, he turned around, only to see that only the observation slit was opened on the thick gate, and behind the slit were a pair of smiling eyes.

"Bahram! Can I go out? You must have told me that I can go out!"

Sabrin recognized those eyes, walked over quickly, slapped the door heavily, and his voice was filled with joy.

At the same time, an aroma began to irritate his nose and mouth. It was the aroma of meat that he had not seen for a long time—

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