The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Machinery is always holy, machinery is always pure.

This is what the believers of the Myriad Gods often talk about, but Heli Sani has always scoffed at it, because she knows better than anyone that this world full of machines is neither holy nor pure.

After all, the fact that someone like her could live in one of the most expensive apartment buildings on the planet is the best irony of this doctrine.

In the central block of the Skyline Circle, only those with intermediate-level technicians or above or with certain authority are qualified to live here. There are not only purified air, but also well-equipped residences.

As the second assistant to the newly appointed Deputy Foundry Supervisor Billie Oroko Sage, although she is not pioneering in technology and lacks knowledge in the field of knowledge, her excellent diplomatic skills and charisma allow her to be in the Sage's advisors have a place.

Or to put it more bluntly, even a Mechanicist, before being promoted to a higher class, will inevitably have sex, and she is very good at using her own charm to manipulate these sexes to be her mistress. profit.

But these days also made her feel more and more restless and tired, because she could never have a chance to rise, she knew very well that her mistress despised her in her heart, and only used her as a tool, a courtesan.

Until one day she came into contact with a person who introduced her to a rare visitor on a planet, and was given an opportunity and commitment.

In the service of the Warmaster, Ulan Huda will no longer be where she is when she casts herself on the Black Legion, and her loyalty will pay great dividends.

At first she was hesitant, but when the other party revealed that the ruling sage had turned to the war commander and presented definite evidence, she no longer hesitated.

Her mission is very simple, to develop offline and collect all kinds of secret information about the casting world, while spying on the secrets of the three gods key, and at a critical time to give her mistress the most deadly betrayal.

Everything was well planned until it was interrupted by an accident.

Bangula, this person she never paid attention to in the past, turned the world upside down!

Moreover, he also introduced the power of the empire and Astarte into the casting world. Now her task is to transmit this important information immediately. Perhaps the warmaster has the ability to reverse the situation.

As for her downlines, when the secret police were active, she chose to give up all.

"If people can reach the airport, they may be able to throw this signal transmitter into the void..."

Heli was lying on the bed, wearing only light white pajamas, her crystal clear skin was like a ball of glowing jade in the dim light, and then she lazily put a delicate hand on her forehead, slender and slender. The thighs without a trace of fat are slightly curved, outlining a huge undulating curve.

The room was warm, evaporating the excess moisture from the air, causing the sweat to stick to her and making her very uncomfortable, the atomizer was on, but it had little effect compared to the surroundings.

She couldn't fall asleep and rolled over, she couldn't stop thinking about the next situation.

In fact, she was also very afraid. In the first two days of the Bright Palace Incident, she had been afraid that the secret police would break in one night.

Although she kept telling herself that it wasn't fear, she didn't leave any clues, she didn't reveal her faults, and of course she didn't have any negligence,

So why does she keep feeling uneasy?

Actually Hurley knew exactly why she felt so bad.

All Mechanicists are just a cog in a larger machine, the whole foundry world is this big machine, and is always ruthless to those who violate its constraints.

If she is found, she can imagine her own ending, being transformed into some kind of servitor, and then supplying the low-level technicians who work underground for long hours to vent their low-level **——

In fact, she had done this to her competitors before, and now they still shudder at the fact that their lives are worse than death.

"If you can't, just try to leave..."

With her legs on the ground, she ran her hands through her hair, which was twisted and damp, and no amount of time could make it feel clean.

Although she had the idea of ​​running away, it was too painful for her to abandon the status she already had.

Hurley walked out of the bedroom gently and went to the kitchen to get a bottle of wine, maybe it would help her fall asleep.

She poured a glass of wine and sat in the corner of the living room, where the windows overlooked the complex architecture and flashing neon lights of the ring-line city. In this cold and bustling place, it seemed that only power and * *.

Knowledge, Science, Reason?

Hurley smiled mockingly, and it all seemed like a joke when the sanctimonious scholars licked her toes and body like dogs.

In the distance, the great forge gleamed, a sea of ​​glowing industry surrounded by silvery maglev bands that stretched all over the Skyline, but it was they that shrouded the planet in dust and blankets. in the polluted mist.

Hurley put down her cup and rested her forehead against the glass, and the city was brightly lit, with countless factories delivering goods and supplies to the port facility.

"It would be nice if I hadn't been born in this ghost place."

She whispered, feeling very alone.

Suddenly, she frowned, realizing that she was not alone.

The biometric scanner on her arm read that there was another life in her room.

"I don't know when you'll notice me."

A voice said from the shadows.

Hurley looked up in surprise when a weak, **** woman emerged from the darkness.

The man was wearing a tight red tights, with a pair of finely crafted pistols tucked into his waist, his face was shaped like a cold metal, and behind his head was a string of mental units **** like braids.

Haley then quickly concealed her surprise:

"I know you're there, and I'm just waiting to see when you'll announce your name."

"A lie, but it's necessary for you to feel like you're still in control."

"Who are you? What are you doing in my room?"

"My name doesn't matter ~www.readwn.com~ after all you'll soon forget it."

The woman walked over gracefully, and her figure was no less than that of Heli, who was bulging forward and backward.

"But in order to make you peaceful, I am still willing to show mercy. My name is Serena, and others like to call me Serena the Eye Eater."

Her troubles turned to fear when Hurley realized who this woman was.

"Parish Temperance—"

The woman tilted her head to one side and looked at Heli, who began to tremble.

"You still think you have some control, don't you?"

"What do you want to do!?"

Hurley curled up and retreated to a corner of the living room, not thinking of going over to get a weapon - she knew very well that she was not good at fighting.

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