The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"Did you oversleep... Phew!"

Fabiola sneezed with trembling little shoulders, then looked around to see the clock and was relieved, then came to the portrait of her mother and said a simple prayer. Her mother was a nun, but she He died of illness when he was ten years old.

This city that exists for storage does not have particularly good conditions, and many diseases cannot be cured. She once asked her father why she didn't send her mother to a place where it could be treated, but her father's answer was only silence.

But when she grew up, she understood her father.

Without an order, no one can leave without authorization, which is the requirement of the God Emperor for everyone.

After a simple wash, she tidied her hair in front of the mirror and tied it into two braids. With her healthy light brown skin, she looked very youthful.

After tidying up her grooming, Fabiola made herself some synthetic food stirred with warm water. She would be on patrol in two hours and couldn't find anything better to eat. Although her family was not rich, But also much better than the vast majority of residents.

As a hive capital, although the scale is small, it should have all the "imperial characteristics"—

Class, Poverty, Violence and Faith

In fact, Kara VII has never been peaceful. The managers at the top enjoy the best, and the large number of residents at the bottom can only throw bottles and curse in the dark. As a storage city, there are not so many jobs here, and there is no With so many resources, everything in the warehouse belongs to the God Emperor. Any stealing is a capital offense and even family members are involved. Equipment maintenance technicians are relatively common positions, and some clerical positions such as statisticians are relatively high-end positions. , most people can only engage in the most basic physical labor, namely mining.

They dig out useful minerals in the mines deeper in the city, and extract fuel from them to supply warehouses that need to maintain electricity for a long time. Mouth.

But even then there was never enough food.

In this extremely depressing environment, a series of crimes such as theft, robbery, murder, and **** have almost become the norm in the dark area of ​​the hive.

Fabiola's habit of carrying a pocket knife saved her from killing at fifteen, a man who took a shortcut and tried to **** her on her way home from school. become less unfamiliar.

However, this didn't affect her personality too much. In the eyes of outsiders, she was still a very lively, cheerful girl who didn't fit in with the gloomy hive.

Of course, this is also due to her mother's influence on her.

When she was ready, she left the house, pulling her cloak tight against the cold.

But before going to work, she usually goes to church first.

It was a kind of low igloo, decorated with sacred statues and devout graffiti, and crowded with rows of slightly dirty plastic benches, complete with a trembling maintenance servitor, nearby The people here listen to the radio every day. This place is never empty, and it is rarely quiet. Different positions are alternated in shifts, and there will always be people coming.

In Fabiola's familiar memory, when her mother brought her here, she always hummed sacred hymns, and the people around her also whispered praises or confessions.

But now, it seems to be screaming.

"what happens!"

Fabiola hurried in and drew out the electric baton to prepare for the fight, but she stopped suddenly within a few steps.

It wasn't the audience that caught her attention, rocking back in their seats, some covering their eyes, others clutching each other like babies seeking comfort, while the focus of their terrified gaze was hanging from a fiber optic cable like a giant glowing spider. And the video switch screen on the data line, surrounded by the incense of devout prayers.

In the flickering lights was a bishop, one of the most prominent men in the city, but he had been crucified.

Against the dark background, the broadcast camera zoomed in on his obese body. Not only was his clothes stripped, but his face and chest were also bruised, cut in many places with small and sharp incisions, and his body was hung on a strange device — like the trunk of a plastic tree.

Bishop leaned on the tall machine, arms spread, legs bound together, nailed, with a dozen or more rusty nails going up and down each arm, some piercing his crotch , penetrated between the fibula and tibia, through the shoulder and neck, through the thigh and heel.

His blood was bright in the light, and somehow the Bishop was alive and pale as hell, and if it weren't for his mouth being tightly gagged with rags, she doubted he would have been able to scream—but He's still staring at the camera, his throat quivering no matter what sound he wants to make.

What's worse, on the bishop's chest, there was a line of characters she didn't understand scrawled among the wounds and blood, which writhed like live poisonous snakes from a distance.

"God Emperor..."

Fabiola, who has always been known for her boldness, felt her knees go weak when she saw such a violent scene for the first time in her life.

Suddenly, the picture moved, gradually approaching the hateful word, and the pinholes of blood and sweat were clearly visible on the visual screen. Just when the audience was convinced that the horror incident was over, a voice began to speak.

It rips through the souls of its listeners like a ghost.

"Look! This is the price of betrayal!"

It is not so much the man who speaks as the air that acts as a narrator, as low as the midnight wind.

The audience gasped, murmured, and prayed to each other.

"A depraved little bishop, fattened by defrauding the wealth of his flock, defiled by gluttony and pleasure, it is a mercy to have him bleed and a reward to have him die, but it is impossible... ..”

Someone threw up, but no one looked around, and everyone's eyes were wide and filled with tears of fear.

"It was wonderful to hear his confession."

The frame suddenly jumped up, and the camera panned to one side, passing a bunch of meaningless blurred shapes one by one.

Formless darkness and flickering light gave way to a panorama of blue and bronze, and a few seconds later it found its target in a sickening fit of focus, and then, in a momentary pause, for the distracted minds to decipher what they saw s things-

The fiendish red fissure is burning, scanning back and forth in the shape of a slanted arrow, and it is heartbreaking to watch under a circle of mist.

Those are the eyes of "it"—

A pair of scarlet eyepieces.

"All who have fallen from the light shall thus perish!"

The owner of the eyes hissed:

"The Emperor's eyes were on this world ~www.readwn.com~ and he found it flawed, he saw only corruption, a city of crime and injustice, ruled by the weak and selfish, full of betrayal and sin."

The image began to fade, pulling away from those malicious eyes.

"You have seen that death has come among you! The sinner is executed, he is one of many, but he will not be the last. Repent, sinner! Fear the wrath of the Emperor, fear his avenging angels!"

It hissed at the camera, claws burst into view like lightning, and screams rang through the cramped auditorium.

"Judgment is coming! Scream, we are—"

Suddenly, the camera shakes, as if thrown aside by some external force. Before the signal disappears, Fabiola vaguely heard an impatient voice.

"Li Lin, how free are you? If you really have nothing to do, come and get this..."

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