The Emperor’s Angel of Death

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The servants worked quickly.

With the help of many hands and special tools, Soshyan's armor was quickly dismantled-if only he was himself, he would never have completed the work so quickly.

After the power cable and breastplate were removed, he was basically free.

The high-ranking servants of the warband began to remove the armor from his legs, working and praising the armored machine spirit in a low voice.

As soon as his leg armor was removed, he walked out by himself, without waiting for his shin guards to be taken off.

Disassembled armor was on the table on the side.

If necessary, an interstellar warrior has the ability to remove his armor by himself, but for these sacred ordnance, complete disassembly is the appropriate treatment.

If they are not cleaned, tested and treated regularly, their machine spirits will gradually lose their vitality.

At this time, the two servants walked up and untied the breathing filter from the neck-it was stuck with a layer of sweat.

Soshyan then took a few steps forward, completely free from the constraints of the armor, and exposed his skin to the cool air inside the ship.

At this moment, he turned around.

The Seiko power armor had been completely disassembled, the cord of the backpack was hanging down from the fixed frame, and the servants wrapped the other parts in red cloth, bowed deeply, and stepped back.

As soon as he leaves here, the servants will bring his equipment to the next room.

There they will meticulously clean these sacred weapons and armors, make the necessary repairs, apply holy oil again and put them back on the shelf.

When Soshyan returns, his weapons will shine again, and his armor will be assembled on the armor stand.

Pairs of diligent hands will wash away the traces of the day's activities on the armor.

Then he walked naked through the arsenal, and the door guards on both sides of the door opened the door to the bathroom.

Soshyan walked into a room decorated with white intarsia from top to bottom.

He stood in the middle of the room and asked the servants to wipe off the sweat from training with warm cloth, and then walked into the high-temperature bath room.

For the next half an hour, he sat in the heat enough to cook an unmodified human, letting the fragrant steam soothe his muscles.

As the gray pulp content in his body got higher and higher, he became more and more fond of this kind of high-heat environment, even if he was still in a normal state.

Then he walked into the shower room, where hundreds of liters of water poured on his head and then flowed away from the sewer.

Feeling the tingling sensation on his skin, he walked into the main bath surrounded by pillars.

This bath is big enough to swim in, the water in the pool is blue because of various minerals, and various murals decorate the walls and ceiling.

He walked down the steps into the pool, letting the warm water hug him until the water covered his neck.

Soshyan closed his eyes while taking a deep breath.

The vibrations generated by the nearby pipes carrying hot water synchronized with his heartbeat, and Soshyang entered a state of meditation.

It was not until two hours later that he woke up, lifted himself out of the pool with strong arms, dried his torso, used a drying device to take away the water stains on his skin, and finally put on a silver-gray robe.

Soshyan then left the bathroom and walked into his private room.

The food has already been prepared for him-Rozim, the lord of the restaurant of the battle group, cooked it for him alone, alongside the golden jug and wine glass filled with fine wine.

As Soshyan walked across the table, he picked up a cheese-like dessert from above, dotted with many dried fruits he didn't recognize.

He did it in front of his desk, chewing food slowly, and drinking wine to accompany his meal.

Stacked reports and documents are placed on the desktop, most of which are about the progress of the battleship construction and various information about neighboring galaxies, and occasionally there are some "stories" from distant wars.

While reading these report documents, he steadily wiped out the food on the plate.

Ten minutes later, when he finished reading these documents, the plate also happened to be empty.

Soshyan stood up and put some temporary documents into the shredder on the side.

When he was just about to return to the bed to take a good rest, he suddenly noticed a small box under the bed-in fact, he noticed it every day, but would ignore it every time.

This is left by his physiology father, and it is said that it contains notes about his research on their ancient family.

Soshyan has no interest in his family, and the responsibility for continuation of the family is naturally assumed by his cousin, but the moment he becomes Astarte, their relationship is only a little bit of meagre feelings left. ——In terms of blood relationship, they are no longer of the same kind.

But for some reason, Soshyan noticed him today and did not choose to ignore it.

He bent down, took out the wooden box from the bottom of the bed, wiped the dust on it, and opened it.

In the box, lying on four stacked brown notebooks, there are no signatures or marks on them.

Soshyang took out the top one, and then turned to the first page.

"My boy, don't be too surprised when you see this line of words."

Although it was written like this above, Soshyang was still taken aback for a moment.

Then he looked down quickly.

"I have always had a very strong hunch. One day, these research notes of mine will come to your hands. This is not a prophecy, nor is it a witchcraft. This is just my, a father's intuition."

While watching, Soshyang slowly sat back on the chair and placed the box on the table.

"It is also possible that the one who saw these was a stranger, or another family member. I hope you can keep them well, as long as they are still there, then my child, Sosyan Alix, a great Ass Brother Tate has the opportunity to see them. This is a father's most sincere request."

Here is all the content written on the first page.

Soshyang's heart was mixed, and he didn't know what to say, just twisted a corner gently and turned the pages of the book.

"As long as I can remember, we have been told that we are an ancient family with special glory, and the history can be traced back to the time when the emperor Shang walked on the earth..."

Each of the notes left by his father was very heavy, and it took Soshyang three hours to read the contents of the first book without missing a word.

When he closed the notebook, he seemed very worried.

According to the literature and materials that have been published and circulated, the glorious and glorious unification war ended the conflict era of Terra ~www.readwn.com~ Since then, Terra has ushered in more than one hundred and fifty years of peace, peace and rest. The emperor led his great expedition to leave his homeland, and bravely and fearlessly brought the human world scattered across the stars into the territory of the empire.

The historical documents say this, but the reality is far from being so neat.

History only records the macroscopic trend and the overall stage, and imposes a lot of fuzzy content on the spring and autumn brushwork that accumulates sand into towers.

In fact, the age of disputes had a profound impact on mankind. Even at the end of the Great Expedition, aftershocks still reverberated in the Milky Way.

Even if the emperor declared on Terra that the human empire was an orthodox continuation of the past human civilization, he could not stop all kinds of feudal worlds, religious groups, remote countries, and dictatorships from stubbornly refusing to cooperate and trying to hold on to them surrounded by high walls. A trivial state of independence.

Many of them, even under the storms of the Great Expedition, have lingered for decades, relying on the empire’s peace negotiations and tolerating traitors to resist or evade all treaties, reconciliations and many other diplomatic methods intended to annex them.

Most stories show that the emperor, or the emperor’s prime ministers, have extraordinary patience.

Even in the heyday of the Great Expedition, the top empire still spared no effort to try to resolve conflicts with non-violent means. Even the emperor allowed some forces to remain semi-independent and waited for them to accept reality.

But another part of the story that is not often recorded also shows that the emperor’s patience is limited, and when his patience runs out, his compassion and patience will disappear.

According to Soshyan's father's research, the history of their family may be far more than the rumors-it may even be the descendant of a force once hostile to the empire.