The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Standard imperial calendar, 930.m41

　　The Empire of Humanity, The Stormfield, Planet Nathan 4

　　Misery League headquarters, the mark of victory

　　 Malakin’s room is not only his resting room, but also his place of meditation.

　　 This place is located inside the Mark of Victory that is gradually being repaired. The four battle groups participating in the battle have their own stationed areas, in which they can build the buildings or facilities they need.

　　 After wandering in space for so long, the weepers finally have a "home".

　　 After a long period of expedition and combat, Malakin also intends to let the battle group rest for a while, and do some things that are not convenient in the ship-based era, such as recruiting.

　　 After being pardoned by the expedition, Malakin immediately presided over the conscription work of the battle group, and collected more than one hundred recruits scattered in several galaxies in the storm star field.

　　 For the follow-up transformation, the Weeping Clan specifically established a medical area on the Mark of Victory, which greatly improved the rough operating environment of the ship-based era, which can also help recruits to obtain a higher success rate.

In addition, the most common thing the weepers do is to conduct joint training with the astral knights. Although there is a training ground in the mark of victory, it is far inferior to the natural training grounds of the astral knights on the surface of the planet. They often conduct joint training with the astral knights.

　　 The life of an interstellar warrior is simple and boring, even for Malakin, the battle captain, but in addition to presiding over the daily affairs of the battle group, he will also assist Soshyan in handling some alliance affairs.

　　 In fact, the two of them have become close friends who talk about everything in the past few years.

　　 Even Soshyan got the blueprint for the Abyss-class battleship from the Hulk the week before, Malakin was the first in the Alliance to know.

　　 Now the data is lying in the warehouse, waiting for the right buyer.

　　 "It's time to arrive too."

　　 Malakin glanced at the time, then took a deep breath.

　　 This room is spacious and airy, much better than his own room on the flagship.

　　 Standing next to his bed is a wooden bookshelf. The old books on it are like his old friends. The familiar feeling and their contents have prompted him to read it countless times.

　　 A broken Barr manuscript lies next to a narrative poem. Books on philosophy and war talk are squeezed together, and there are other books that are not too eye-catching.

　　A copper incense burner is hung on a wooden rafter, and white smoke is overflowing from it.

　　 Malakin took a deep breath of the mixed fragrance, and then stood up smoothly from the cross-legged meditation posture.

　　 He was meditating a few hours ago. For the blood angel, this is a very important daily activity.

　　 At this moment, he is dressed in a red robe and a leather belt with a rosary hanging on his belt. He looks like an ascetic monk at all.

　　 At this time, the second company commander of the Weeper, Germain Juarez, appeared at the entrance of the room, wearing a vermilion armor.

　　 "The Captain Soshyan is here."

　　 Malakin nodded, in fact, before the second company commander appeared, he noticed that Soshyan had come out of his room.

　　 "Invite him in."

　　 Juarez nodded, turned and left.

　　 Then, another person entered the room.

　　 The man was tall and wore a gray robe with loose sleeves, so that he could see the knotted muscles on his arms and the ridge-like chest.

　　 In fact, the Astartes without armor are even more terrifying, because their body proportions are similar to those of ordinary people, but they are so large that they are almost alien.

　　The comer’s robe is rarely decorated, but on the left chest is embroidered with the emblem of the cross of two swords.

　　 But this is enough to show his identity.

　　 Astral Knight Commander, Soshyan Alexei.

Just as Soshyan entered the room, Malakin walked behind the desk, removed a black wine bottle and two crystal wine glasses from the wine rack on the wall, and easily opened the cork and poured the corn-colored clear liquid. Into two cups.

　　 "Brother Malakin, it's okay lately."

　　 Soshyang was not welcome, and directly sat on the chair opposite Malakin, raised the crystal glass to his lips and took a sip, enjoying the wine.

　　 Malakin smiled slightly and sat down on the chair.

　　 "What do you think of this wine?"

　　 "It has a more refined taste than the wine I usually drink."

　　 Soshyang slapped his tongue.

　　 "mellow and heavy, and full of surprising details."

　　 Malakin also took a sip, then replied with a sigh:

"This is the grape that I discovered in an unnamed world in the Maelstrom region. The local indigenous people use it to make the most delicious wine. I learned this technique from them and made some of it myself. Unfortunately, later The world was ruined by that war... now there is only a barrenness left."

　　 Soshyang blinked unexpectedly.

　　 "I never thought you would be interested in winemaking."

"Oh why?"

　　 Soshyang tilted his head, wondering if Malakin was joking.

　　 In his impression, the other party was a serious person, but occasionally he would say some meaningful jokes.

　　 "How do you say, we were born for war, and basically don't dabble in areas that have nothing to do with war."

　　 Malakin nodded and put down the glass.

　　 "You are right, we are good at killing, but what does this have to do with our interests?"

　　 "Interest."

　　 Soshyang glanced around the room, scanning the books.

　　 "I thought your interest was mainly in the old paper."

　　 "That's just a part. In fact, whether it's art or interest, it's a part of our lives."

　　 At this time, Soshyang recalled the moment of his contact with the weepers, and then nodded.

　　 "Yes, you seem to be more eager in this regard."

　　 "That is not a desire, but a necessity."

　　 Malakin sighed softly.

"Every descendant of San Giles will inherit a certain emotion from the original body. UU reading www.uukanshu.com we can realize this emotion is a kind of luck, because we can apply it to war and art. On... But this kind of passion is also accompanied by risk. San Giles is perfect, and although we are all born from the template of San Giles, we are not perfect. His strong passion It may be filled with a person’s soul, leaving no room for reason...A person cannot easily bear the wrath of a demigod. The gifts we receive are numerous and each has divine power, but power and evil always go hand in hand, and we too You must learn to control these emotions and dominate them, not be controlled by them."

　　 Red Thirst and Black Fury, the curse of the sons of St. Giles, although this is an unspeakable secret for mortals, for a part of the ancient interstellar warrior group, these are all things recorded in the archives.

　　 These records are also to remind future generations that there are some things that need to be noticed when working with the Son of San Giles.

　　 "Then what does this have to do with your interests?"

"By learning the details of the workmanship, the way of dyeing the paint, the swinging technique of the hammer when engraving, and the writing skills of the brush, we can use this to fight against the hidden beasts in our hearts...We must learn how to live like San Giles In Huamei, because all beautiful things are very important to him."

　　 "I understand, you are imitating the original lifestyle."

　　 "You can say so."

　　 "Then you must be the person who imitates the most."

　　 Soshyang raised his glass and smiled:

　　 "To the eternal San Giles."