The Emperor’s Angel of Death

The blade feast lasted until late at night, and the decisive battle began between the black temple and the crimson fist.

After 20 minutes of fierce battle, the champion swordsman Rafael Bravo of the Black Templar finally defeated Art Richter, the champion of Crimson Fist, with better endurance and toughness, and won The champion of the feast.

　　 For Ustad, losing to the opponent seems less uncomfortable.

　　 Under the witness of everyone, Rafael Bravo, representing the Black Temple, took over the sword of Cebatus and announced the end of this blade feast.

　　 And all the champions who participated in the competition also received a medal to keep as a souvenir.

　　 The next time I get together, it will be a hundred years later, but I don’t know how many people will be able to reappear in this place.

　　For Astarte, life and death is the norm. Perhaps the people you met today were separated from the yin and yang in an instant.

　　 Perhaps because of this, there was a touch of sorrow in the celebration party.

At the lively banquet, Soshjan got to know many outstanding heroes of the empire, and they all had a strong interest in Soshjan, who had achieved many achievements at a young age-of course, some people asked Ustad. The swordsmen were all fooled by Soshyang's wit.

　　 To his surprise, the Tianshi battle group vaguely expressed its intention to join the Alliance of Misery.

　　 But their internal opinions have not been unified yet, Soshyan can only say that they are welcome to visit Victory Scar at any time.

　　 In the meantime, there is another very strange thing.

　　The people from the White Temple suddenly found Soshyan, and very mysteriously invited him to meet with their battle group leader.

　　 Although he didn't know what the other party wanted to do, he did not refuse.

　　 At this time, it was midnight of Invite. In addition to the twinkling stars in the sky, there were huge aurora—

Suddenly, a figure in a cloak walked across a plain that was once a mountain peak. The lights from a monastery comparable in size to the city dyed the night sky. The tail flames of battleship engines were shining brighter than the stars in the night sky. The transport planes and large shuttles of China swept across the edge of the horizon, leaving orange trails.

　　 In the sheep intestine path, there is no living thing except the flames on the two pillars swaying with the wind.

　　 The figure stopped, turned around and looked back.

　　 He can see very far, the darkness is invisible under his gaze, the gunboats and airborne boats are busy, one after another, the personnel and equipment are being transported away, and the lights are parked on the tarmac.

　　 There was a burst of laughter in the distance as the wind changed. For a moment, he thought he could hear the boring joke that caused the laughter.

　　 In his mind, a picture of a fighter slapping another fighter on the back appeared.

　　 In the huge banquet hall, soldiers of the same blood are sharing brotherhood.

　　 He listened for a while.

　　 The wind blew up again, blurring the faint laughter, and sparks leaped from the burning grease.

　　 The excitement is theirs, but he can't realize it.

　　 Thinking of this, the man turned and walked along the empty road.

　　 As soon as the sun rises, the warriors gathered here will go their separate ways, and Invit, the former home planet of the Fist of the Empire, will continue to be silent as it used to be.

　　 But now, he is the only one walking alone.

A marble peak broke out in the front and replaced the original hill. In the distant past, countless craftsmen worked tirelessly to decorate it with symbols of victory and power: on the statue of Donne holding a sharp sword. .

　　 But now it's empty and speechless, and the majesty of the Marble Mountain is temporarily reduced at night.

　　 The man stared at the outline of the statue and continued to walk.

　　 No one can be seen here, nor is there any mark of the glory of the past. The Fists of the Empire have given up their home stars, only the dim light flashing in the darkness and the dust moving by the breeze from time to time.

　　 stepping into the shadow cast by the statue, he heard the familiar buzzing, and the soft sound of the elaborate armor vibrated in his ears.

　　He stopped, his eyes turned to the deeper darkness in the middle of the statue.

　　 The five Terminators stood in the dark, invisible to most people.

　　 He used a phrase to declare his identity, and the Terminators hesitated for a while and lifted their alert posture.

　　 "Hello, Randall Blanchard's captain."

　　 A voice came from the dark.

　　 The man in the cloak turned around, and the flames illuminated his figure.

　　 This is an Astarte, a gorgeous milky white armor, but the breastplate and shoulder armor are black, with a white arrow cross imprinted on it.

He didn’t wear a helmet, he had a gloomy face, a deep scar was engraved on his chin, and his black hair on his head was somewhat similar to Soshyan, and even his appearance was three to four points similar to Soshyan, except that his eyes were on. It looked red in the flame.

　　 The man looked directly at the person hidden in the dark and raised his eyebrows.

　　 "Good meeting, Commander Soshyan Arikshe."

　　 After that, Soshyang stepped out of the darkness and waved his hand to make the five bodyguards retreat a hundred meters away.

　　 "We met for the first time."

　　 Soshyang smiled.

　　 "But there is a very familiar feeling."

　　 "Me too."

　　Randall's smile looked dry.

"can we talk?"

　　 Soshyang nodded.

　　 They stepped on an open ladder and stretched upwards. They walked side by side and began to climb.

　　 "Mutari felt a force during the duel."

　　 After a while, Randal suddenly said:

　　 "I was surprised at first."

　　 Although Soshyang was calm on the surface, he was a little nervous in his heart.

　　 "Our strength comes from the emperor, nothing special."

　　 "You have a feeling of anxiety, I'm sure."

　　 Randall suddenly laughed, and Soshyang glanced at the people walking beside him.

"I do not quite understand you?"

　　 The battle captain of the White Temple gave a chuckle.

　　 "Actually, I don't really understand it myself."

　　 The two fell silent again and continued to climb.

　　 Finally, the stairs merged into a wide open-air promenade, with a distant night sky at the end.

　　Hanging flags on huge stone pillars, each flag is woven with metal wires with symbols: black iron fists clenched.

　　Randall paused for a while, looked at the banner, and then the two came to a terrace.

　　 In the night sky, the plain stretched far away, the lights from the buildings appeared in front of them, and the stars were scattered by the power armor on their bodies.

　　 The wind was very strong, and Randall leaned against the railing, his cloak was hunting.

　　 "Brother."

　　 Finally, he still spoke.

　　 "When you call them by this word, do you feel a little bit awkward in your heart, because you know you are lying."

　　 Soshyang lowered his head and stared at Dorn Square, which was very far away from them.

　　 "What do you want to say?"

　　 "I am not their brother."

"you....."

　　Randall looked up and smiled.

　　 "Just like you."

　　 Soshyang's eyes immediately became sharp, but Randall did not avoid his gaze.

　　 After a long while, Soshyang turned to the beginning.

"Perhaps."

　　 Randall raised his eyebrows, but remained silent.

　　 "What do you know?"

　　 A smile flashed across Landauer's face under the shadow, and it disappeared quickly. He did not answer.

　　 Suddenly, a strong wind creaked the flags.

　　 "Actually I don't know what."

　　 It's Soshyang's turn to raise his eyebrows.

　　 "Such dumb riddles are boring."

　　 "That's right."

　　 Randall nodded, the expression on his face did not change, then he straightened his body and turned away from the fence.

"You know that everything I want to say is true, but I still want to say...We all have a huge secret on our shoulders. This secret makes you and I unable to speak. I only hope that we can be more sensitive. After all ..... Maybe we are the real brothers."

　　 "Randall, you—"

　　 "I think we have said enough."

　　 Randall started to walk away, and the armor made a slight noise.

　　 "Good night, Commander Soshyan Alexei, I hope you can go to the Sanctuary Star if you have time in the future. By then...maybe there will be an answer to the doubts in your and my hearts."

　　 Soshyang didn't move, he still looked at the other person's disappearing back, starlight and fire reflected in his eyes.

　　 After a long silence, he straightened his body, turned and left.

　　 In the night, the statue of Primordial Dorn still stands quietly...