The Emperor’s Angel of Death

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Worcester Bull strode resolutely along the colonnade, the sound of his boots echoing on the vaulted ceiling.

This star army major general is tall and burly, with slender limbs, a strong body, and a radiant spirit. His neatly trimmed beard and moustache are black and waxed, and the same is true for the inch of hair that has just been trimmed. The colors, those medals looked particularly proud against the light.

There's a reason he still doesn't have time to wipe the sweat from his forehead or the dust from his boots, still in his Astral field uniform.

He, who had just assembled and reviewed the troops, was immediately informed to attend a meeting, and the convener of the meeting was the supreme lord commander.

Also invited were the main hive rulers and great nobles of the entire Sagan system, the head of the imperial agency, and the commander of the Naval Astral Army. It is foreseeable that this will be an important meeting, and he must not be late.

"what time is it now?"

The walking major general did not forget to ask the staff around him.

The staff officer glanced at his ornate data pad and whispered:

"Ten minutes left."

As they approached a heavy brass door, the guards at it suddenly stood to attention, saluting crisply, slamming the butts of their rifles against the marble floor.

The huge copper door slowly opened, and the major general took a deep breath, adjusted his smile, and revealed battle-tested confidence, as if he was going to fight.

The room into which Worcester Bull led his entourage was spacious, large enough for a titan to stand at its center, despite the grey daylight streaming in through a wall of arched windows and a frescoed domed ceiling. Almost disappearing into the shadows, this is the council chamber of Gomez's hive, where Soshyan chose to hold a meeting for many people with no intentions.

However, Earl Stern Vaughan still seemed to be as gentle, and he did not express any dissatisfaction with this.

Between the somber portraits of the nobles in robes, an electric candlestick was set at intervals, and on the floor of the huge circular space there was a huge statue of an eagle, adorned with vulgar gilding, It is framed by a larger round hollow table.

A large group of men and women gathered around this huge holographic projection table, and when Worcester Bull entered the door, the echoing conversation in the room faded away, and all eyes turned to him.

Then those voices continued, and Worcester Bull found his place and greeted the other two generals, Mal Lopez and Gastro Kerr.

Marl led the Sagan II Corps, stationed at Sagan V, and Gastro led the Sagan III Corps, stationed at Sagan IV.

Said to be stationed, in fact, they have not been idle all these years. After all, the Maelstrom area is not very peaceful. They often have to perform some tasks of clearing up greenskins and pirate strongholds, and at the same time maintaining their "trading".

"Mal, how is your Legion doing?"

"Fortunately, the lack of editing is not too serious. I hurriedly pulled some bottom nest mice to make up 170,000 people."

Worcester Bull smiled slightly and looked at Gastro Kerr, a major general of the Astral Army with a big belly who was constantly wiping off sweat because his uniform was too tight.

"Gastro, how about you?"

"Just... it's still a little bit worse, but it's not a big problem. It's almost 150,000 people."

After speaking, Gastro changed the subject.

"Brother Worcester, you said... are we really going to fight Huron this time? I heard that he has hundreds of thousands of Space Marines under his command, more than those of us who are struggling to fight scavengers! Doesn't that make us go to die?"

"What are you afraid of, I'm not letting you go now."

"I'll go after that..."

"We are not enough for the Red Pirates. Didn't the official document from the Ministry of Military Affairs say that there are hundreds of millions of elites coming? Wait, before all the troops are in place, the Lord Soshyan will not rashly start a battle. , he's not stupid, and the thousands of Space Marines on hand can't solve Huron alone."

The big-bellied general patted his chest lightly.

"I feel at ease when you say that. You don't know. I was really scared to death the day I received the order, and my wives were like weeping and mourning."

At this moment, Mar Lopez suddenly lowered his head and said softly:

"Even if we don't fight, then our business can't be done. Look at the meaning of Mr. Soshyan. I am afraid that the control measures will not be cancelled after the war. There are already several ships on my side stranded at the holy spot. The galaxy can't come."

Worcester Bull glanced left and right calmly, and then said softly:

"Life is important now, I can tell you that space warriors are not easy to speak, they are not like commissioners or judges sent by Terra, they can deal with it by various means, and being caught by them is a dead end, after all Space Marines don't care about your background. If you kill your whole family, you will kill your whole family. Do you remember how many nobles Huron killed at that time? In addition, I also heard from other sources that this Soshyan chapter leader is also a Ruthless man, he killed almost all the ruling classes of the planet in an agricultural world many years ago. He is definitely not as talkative as he looks. If you don't want to be in trouble, just listen to me, let the business go first, stay in the military camp honestly, and do nothing. Don't think about it, don't do anything, it's not us if you really want to get ahead, and our business is only a few cents? Those people who really do big business are more anxious than us, let's see."

"Yes, yes, brother is right, we don't need to get ahead."

Suddenly, a static horn was blown in the hall.

"quiet!"

The voice of the broadcaster's servant resounded through the empty sky.

"Welcome, Captain Soshyan Alexei, Commander of the Supreme Lord of the Maelstrom Expedition, and salute him."

Everyone present turned around and bowed their heads, including the officers of the Astral Army, representatives of the Mechanic Sect, and various planetary staff, all showing their respect with their own gestures.

Soshyan walked in through the gate, surrounded by the Terminator Guard and several chapter commanders, and waved.

"It's war time~www.readwn.com~ Don't be so restrained, everyone."

He walked all the way to the holographic table, followed by the helmeted Talos, Maximilian and Ustad, and the Terminator Guard came to stand by the wall, like a sculpture.

The people who attended this meeting, Soshyan, had basically met at previous banquets, but there were also some new faces, such as the burly stature of Lieutenant General Frost de Minos, the commander of the Ruogotan cruise fleet. Dressed in a classic naval uniform with spectacular beards waxed in quirky patterns - the Gogotan Cruising Fleet is one of the Empire's main naval forces in the Maelstrom region, patrolling the Gogotan wasteland, the Snyax system Between the realm and the Sagan system, the fleet size includes one Emperor-class battleship, three Lunar-class cruisers, two Dictator-class cruisers, six Dreadnought-class light cruisers, 12 Cobra destroyers, and 17 Sword-class cruisers frigate.

In addition to the Gogotan cruise fleet, the empire also has four fleets in the Maelstrom area, including the Creman cruise fleet, the Endymion cruise fleet, and the Larsa cruise fleet, supporting the empire's naval presence in the Maelstrom area, but The other cruise fleets were far away, and it was difficult for Soshyan to call all their commanders, but only sent representatives to convey their meaning.