The Emperor’s Angel of Death

The captain walked out of the hall and turned to the bow, followed by the archbishop.

They passed through the choir, entered a narrow passage, and then walked hundreds of meters to a crossroad.

Then the captain went down the stairs, and the archbishop followed him down several floors until there was a huge iron gate at the end of the stairs.

Then Birak nodded, and the two guards opened the door for them.

In the storage warehouse, crates and boxes are stacked high on steel frames. The vault is so simple that Ponfieri frowned when he saw it.

"I disappointed you."

"Where are those sacred prayers I just saw?"

"I believe this is enough."

The captain pointed to the container.

"Many of the items stored here are reproductions. They are also respected, but not the most solemn respect. I promise that nothing ungodly will happen here."

Pang Feili lowered his head, he admitted it.

"As for those unidentified objects."

The captain continued:

"The same principle applies. Before we determine their characteristics and therefore their sacredness, they can only be stored here. Although this vault is not decorated, my lord, it is still sacred."

"I'm very satisfied, Captain, please continue."

The captain took the archbishop to a box at the end of the first row of shelves, and placed it on a large workbench, next to it were data boards, scrolls, and leather-bound books.

"I know, you have been working hard."

"Yes, this work is very complicated, and there are many contradictions recorded. We haven't made any progress yet."

With that, the captain began to open the box.

It was not locked, but a dozen bronze clips clamped it.

"Where did you find it?"

Pang Feili asked curiously:

"Doesn't this provide some clues?"

Billac shook his head.

"We found it in the wreckage of an underground ruin. In that ruin, we also saw the remains of Astarte Power Armor, but we could not recognize the power armour of any order. They were all silver and There is no shoulder emblem... The remains were buried again. We believe this is the best courtesy to the angels."

"What is Astarte doing there?"

Pang Feili was even more curious, because Prandium had been fighting alone before the destruction, and there was no record of any Astarte order to support it until it was completely consumed by the Tyrann Zerg.

Even so, he saw greater significance from the increasing number of coincidences.

"I do not know."

The captain shook his head.

"I can't guess why they are there, but anyway, this is what we found"

After speaking, he took out a shelf from the inside, put it on the table, then took a step back, and let Pang Feili get out? Let him check the holy artifact.

This is a heavy ancient book? The cover is made of gorgeous precious metal, and the front is a cold face.

Does the mask look non-male or non-female? Stare at Ponfigli with hollow eyes.

He was stared coldly? Limbs began to tremble, and the blood flowed to the heart? Only numbness remained on the skin.

That face is golden, fixed to the cover by a solid frame? It looks solid and beautiful.

Its eyes and mouth are inlaid with jewelry? The outline of the cheekbones is also inlaid with dazzling gems. They extract light from the roof light and refract it into a dazzling spectrum, allowing Pang Feili to see the brilliant gold and colorful The brilliance is intertwined.

That face is serene and serious? There are subtle runes engraved on the forehead? Lines of runes traverse the surface of the mask like time and wrinkles, highlighting the beauty of that face.

And around the face, distorted handwriting is filled with obscure information, complicated patterns and chants.

This ancient book made the archbishop engrossed, his eyes jumped from one detail to another? Every detail is perfect, and together they create an existence beyond perfection.

Pang Feili felt as if he was shocked? The beauty in front of him was even painful, but his eyes were still wide open? His eyes seemed to be watching a kaleidoscope, from the face of one person? to the face of another? to another. .

He felt that he could spend a lifetime watching every face presented by the mask? Even so, he couldn't see it all.

"This……"

Pang Feili cleared his throat, unable to look away.

"This is amazing!"

"Indeed, this is a great masterpiece. Once we have determined its origin, we can safely exhibit."

The archbishop admired the beauty of the ancient book in awe, and there was only this thing in his mind.

"Staring at this miracle is like feeling the gaze of the emperor. It can only be copied from the face of an angel or a saint."

I said this not because of the sacredness of the sacred object, but because the ancient book itself gave the archbishop the idea.

The runes on that face have such a magical power, the light shines on the gems so much that no mortal face can match it.

It is destined to be appreciated, like a pair of living eyes looking out from behind the mask, calling the believers to immerse themselves in the ecstasy of faith.

The archbishop felt that the ability to look at the mask with a rational eye was slipping away from him. He felt a little nervous about it, but then awe overwhelmed his mind.

"I think so too. The person who made this face for the saint must be very special, but before we know which saint it is, I must keep it here. This is my responsibility."

"It's true."

Pang Feili replied reluctantly that he did not want Birac to put away the ancient book in front of him.

He stared at the relic until the lid was closed, UU Reading www.uukavanshu.com moved the perfect face out of his sight and made him feel the pain of an important thing being stolen.

No, it's worse than this, it's a kind of bereavement.

When the captain took him out of the vault, the archbishop looked nothing strange, but his mind was turbulent.

He found what he had been looking for. The value of that holy book was much greater than all the other relics on the ship combined. Such holy objects must be exhibited in the most magnificent cathedral.

As soon as he thought of the provocative influence of the Scriptures on the faith of citizens, the heaviness in his body disappeared, and now he even wanted to dance with excitement. This is something that will surely bring Valledo as strong as a flame. The gift of faith.

He must try to make this happen, it must be the emperor's will.

Otherwise, why would fate let himself see such a relic?

The reflection of gold and the light of gems shined in Ponfigli's mind, until he returned to his bedroom, the perfect face in his memory still tortured him, beckoning him, and he vowed to respond to its call.