The Emperor’s Angel of Death

When he awoke for the last time, he became a giant.

　　 He thought he had adapted to this change, but for a long period of time, Bahram was still surprised by the changes in his physiology from time to time.

The changes were very significant for him. At the same time, during the period when he was undergoing transformation, hypnosis and brainwashing were also subtly changing the behavior patterns of his character, and he was suddenly aware of some of the small details: he could be aware of The swing range of my hands can feel the ripples of power rippling in the body, or the rhythm of blood pumping out of my chest and heart.

　　 Then, his consciousness will remind him how much his body has changed.

　　 Once, he was a mortal, a boy, and a woman brought him into the world.

　　 Like all mortals, he naturally feels the many limitations of this life-giving body. As the years go by, his muscles will become weak, his bones will be soft and loose, and his body will be unresponsive.

　　 Under normal circumstances, his life expectancy is at most fifty or sixty years old, or even shorter.

　　 And in the lower layer of the nest, danger is everywhere. Even the slightest wound may be infected and become a fatal wound.

　　He used to be just an ordinary human being. There are thousands of ways to easily turn a living person into a slave of death.

　　 The appearance of the astral knight changed everything, and he himself grasped the fleeting opportunity.

　　 Finally, after untold hardships and countless visits by the **** of death, he was transformed into a completely new person, from the inside out, from the body to the mind.

　　 At this moment, he is far different from ordinary people.

　　 Science and technology and the magical genetic seed work together on him. He was recast and developed in a direction more suitable for war.

　　 The old boy Bahram Tate has died, and now in this body is a warrior named Bahram Tate.

　　 Mortal desires and thoughts have gone away from him, family affection and love have become bubbles floating in the sun, both true and illusion, and finally vanished in the depths of the heart of iron and stone.

　　 only occasionally, the midnight dream when waking up in the transformation.

　　 He will still think of the small house on the low hill, think of the salt pan, think of—

　　Those insignificant things.

　　 "Bahram?"

　　 A voice awakened him from contemplation. He turned his head and saw other people appearing one after another from the nutrition cabin. They were also covered with jelly and left a puddle of viscous liquid on the ground.

　　 Then, he saw a slightly familiar face.

　　 "Haomo..."

　　 He could hardly believe what he saw.

　　 Haomo has become almost unrecognizable by him. This man is as tall as other monks, and his body is fully mature.

　　 Although their mental age is not even an adult, they really surpass adults.

　　 The person in front of him has strong muscles, enough to redefine the human physique. At the same time, his face embodies the unique atmosphere of a warrior, possessing a statue-like incomparable toughness.

　　 The most unusual thing is that even with so many changes, Bachram can still see that this is his friend.

　　 "It's great, we all survived."

　　Bakhram nodded and looked around for a moment.

　　 There are 18 people in total, of which he only knows Hammer, Roger, Oscar, and Dade, but Kerissa, who tried the four-man team, has disappeared.

　　 Then his fate is obvious.

　　 Recalling that there were so many candidates back then, only 18 people had come to the last step. Bachram had mixed feelings for a time.

　　 In principle, they have all become Astarte, only the last step of the operation is the implantation of a black carapace.

　　 "Come on, recruits."

　　 At this time, the priest Yazdan, who had been standing in the hall, spoke.

　　 "All come together."

　　 "Yes, my lord."

　　Bahram just spoke, and was taken aback by his deep voice.

　　 He swallowed his saliva and felt that his throat was not the same as before.

　　 The priest noticed Bahram and let out a deep laugh.

　　 "There is no such thing as'sir' here. After your service period in the scout company expires, recruits, you can call me'brother', and I will call you that way too."

　　 After speaking, the priest gave everyone a robe.

　　 Bachram noticed that although the appearance of Roger after the successful transformation has changed a lot, his temperament is still the same as in the past, there is an indescribable melancholy, but a kind of fanaticism.

　　 The other party also noticed him, but didn't mean to say hello to him.

　　 Then, under the leadership of the priest, the recruits left the medical area, passed through a long tunnel, and arrived at a lifting platform.

　　 These levels are not only huge, but also luxuriously decorated, with gorgeous metal table lamps on the armrests.

　　 When they boarded the platform, it began to rise slowly, sending them to another, more spacious space.

　　 This is a place twice the size of the hall where they were staying before. The surrounding walls are made of rough stone, and the murals of the Astartes fighting are carved on it.

　　 But they did not stay here, but moved outward along the center line of the hall, and finally walked outside.

　　 At this moment, there is an open sky above their heads and slightly moist rocks under their feet.

　　 Bachram looked around in amazement, breathing the fresh air.

　　 The sky here is as blue as in my hometown. The courtyard is surrounded by walls higher than the cliff, and dozens of statues are filled with various weapons.

　　 At their feet are many layers of terraced ground, with many green things growing on them, and the strong flavor of the fertile soil is passed to them.

　　 Not far away, a tall tower pointed sharply at the sky.

The slaves walked awkwardly and looked after the plants. Fifty Astartes in silver-gray robes stopped and watched the recruits pass by, their faces hidden under their hoods. .

　　 This courtyard is at least one mile square, and the figure on the other side is as small as the salt ants in the salt pond compared to the statue on the side.

　　 They quickly passed through the courtyard, and the star warriors took them to another upward staircase in stride.

　　 A lobby with a black stone dome appeared in front.

　　 At the other end of the lobby is a series of huge windows. There is nothing in the middle of the windows. Bachram saw the mountains outside gradually melt into the blue sky, and the horizon was dyed pink by the red sun.

　　 The edges of those windows are all stained with colors, and images of saints are painted.

　　 And the emperor is everywhere. He looks down in the alcove, is supported by carefully arranged stone pillars and flies in the air, or points his sword to the sky.

　　 No one told them what they were doing in the places they just passed by.

　　 Under the guidance of the priest, they passed through an aisle near the lobby.

　　Like other amazing sights around ~www.readwn.com~ they fell behind them and were replaced by other equally amazing things.

　　 The black steel door was opened, the astral knights lined up on both sides of the door, and the recruits were taken to a church.

　　 A solitary beam of light passed through the thick walls of the fortress monastery, and on the other side thirty meters away was a rose-red window.

　　 The walls are carved from black stones and are inlaid with many rare minerals. The armors of the interstellar warriors are dyed silver gray, their eyepieces are shining with the color of obsidian, and their chests are dotted with scrolls and medals.

　　 "This is our church."

Pastor 　　 exclaimed:

　　 "You will meditate here for three consecutive days and three nights, carefully consider your own destiny and value, and memorize the "Astarte"."

　　 said, the attendants put a thick scripture in front of each of them.

The Astarte Scriptures are not only the division of the Astarte Legion. In fact, the Astarte Scriptures can be described as all-encompassing, from gun maintenance to tactical passwords. It can be said to be the best enlightenment book for Astarte recruits. . (The Lord Regent was actually very careful back then.)

　　 "Anyone, you are not allowed to leave your position, and you are not allowed to speak, have I made it clear?"

"Yes!"

　　 The recruits answered neatly, and then the pastor left the church, and the door slammed shut amid the heavy friction.

　　Bahram's first day as Astarte, it began.