The Emperor’s Angel of Death

　　 "The smell of this place is really weird."

　　 In the communicator, Almin’s complaining sounded.

　　 "Soldier, concentrate, you are on a mission."

　　 Soshyang interrupted the chatter of the other party for the first time, but what Almin said was really correct. The smell of this place is really not good, even the helmet filter is difficult to eliminate.

　　 It was mud mixed with decaying plants, and there was a lot of sweat and silt odor. Even when Soshyang was a mortal, he rarely experienced this odor.

　　 When he became an interstellar warrior, he smelled the most holy oil for equipment maintenance every day.

　　In daily life, the servants will also clean up the Astartes' space spotlessly, not to mention the corruption of garbage.

　　 But now, they seem to be walking in a huge garbage dump.

　　 On the way to leave the square to the church, they had to pass through a residential area, where the ordinary residents of the city lived, including artisans and various people who served the landlords.

　　 But even for such a group of people, their living conditions are terrible.

　　 When the hardened road reaches these, it disappears, and is replaced by a soft mud road.

　　 It may be fine for ordinary people to step on it, but if the heavy Astarte steps on it, then there is a high probability that the whole foot will sink.

　　 However, West was very thoughtful. He had asked the guards to dismantle the annex houses and spread those huge wooden beams on the ground to form an artificial trail. Only then could the Astarte pass smoothly.

　　 When they passed by, they also noticed the demolished houses and the residents who were at a loss.

　　 Soshyang heard a soft sigh, but I don't know who made it.

　　 "The emperor is here!"

When the Astarts passed by, those city residents knelt down on both sides of the road. Some lit candles, some took out the religious emblems treasured at home, and some even took out all their property, if not the guards. Separated them by the side of the road, they even put that

　　Some precious metals and jewelry are hung on the noble angels.

　　 This is a relatively backward world, and the residents of this world are mostly pious and simple, and they are willing to give everything for a miracle.

　　 Offering their own property as an offering is their most common form of faith.

　　 "I'm sorry, I made you laugh. They are all rural and country people and don't know the etiquette."

　　 Beside Astarte’s team, West was smiling and jumping on the crossbar.

　　 The angels walked a very stable way, it was not so easy under his feet, but this did not prevent him from following all the way.

　　From beginning to end, Soshyang ignored him.

　　Walking through the residential area, the church can already be seen.

　　咣当~咣当~

　　 Suddenly, the bronze bell on the steeple rang to welcome the arrival of the emperor's angel.

　　The road leading to the church is still very neat and rocky, with green trees and flowerbeds on both sides. In the gaps of these landscapes, you can see many thin and haggard people gathering.

　　They are refugees who have been driven out of the church and are completely homeless.

　　 "Ah! The angels are here!"

　　 "The emperor is here! Can I kiss their boots..."

The look of the tall warrior made these people gasp or scream. Most of them are sloppy, with layers of sweat and dirt staining them. The cloth that is hard to call clothes, and some people even even this piece of cloth. There was no film, and the exposed body was covered with dirt.

　　 The temperature here is less than ten degrees late at night. Many people shivered in the cold wind, but they didn't move a step.

Similarly, when Astart passed by them, these poor people also knelt down and worshipped, and some even took out the last humble belongings on their bodies and tried to walk towards the Astarts. Place to throw away.

　　 Considering their situation, this is likely to be their last property.

　　 The sufferings of this life make many people regard religion as their only spiritual comfort, and for this they are willing to give everything.

　　 Suddenly, Soshyang stopped abruptly.

　　 All the voices disappeared at the same time, and those mortals stared at the giants who were motionless like sculptures.

　　 Then Soshyang bent down and gently twisted a dusty mass from his feet with his fingers.

　　 He didn't know what this was, but he noticed the frightened expression of a poor woman with disheveled hair and thin clothes on the right, and he hugged a six or seven-year-old boy.

　　 The boy is so thin, there is almost no meat on his body, and his dirty skin is tightly attached to his bones.

　　 Soshyang turned his head again and looked at the jeweled landlords and city councillors who followed all the way on the road on the left, greasy faces, dressed in gorgeous costumes.

　　 Both really belong to the same species?

　　 "I'm very sorry! I'm very sorry!"

　　West immediately, like a frightened chicken, nodded frantically at Soshyang, then waved vigorously at the guards, and shouted:

　　 "Let you get rid of all this rubbish! Are you all blind!"

　　 Knowing that the troubled guard immediately turned around, the refugees shouted loudly. Although people were reluctant, they got up and decided to immediately. The same was true for the woman, but the child in her arms was still staring at the thing in Soshyang's hand.

　　 "Mom, I'm still hungry..."

boom!

　　 There was a loud noise, and everyone stopped moving, like a freeze-frame image.

　　 Soshyang then hung the blasting pistol held high on his lap, turned and walked towards the woman.

　　 The approach of a demigod made the woman panic, but she did not dare to move, and the child in her arms also held back the urge to cry, and fear enveloped the group of mothers and children.

　　 Many people closed their eyes, afraid to watch the **** scene that happened next.

　　 But then ~www.readwn.com~ everyone was stunned.

　　 The demigod bent down and spread out his palms, and the dusty thing lay quietly on it.

　　 The woman was so frightened that she didn't dare to move. She was small and thin, only to Astarte's waist. When the demigod leaned over, she felt like a mountain collapsed towards her.

　　 But the boy in her arms seemed to let hunger overcome the fear, leaned out at a very fast speed, grabbed the thing in Soshyang's hand, and then bit with relish.

　　 "Is this, food."

　　 The demigod spoke up, wading through the eardrums of people around him like a rolling thunder.

"Yes……"

　　 "Honorable adults, this is the relief ration we gave them."

　　 Before the woman could say the second word, West intervened.

"It’s noisy outside, and they have no livelihood. The emperor taught us to care for the same kind, so we provide them with the lowest living relief free of charge. This food is called good food, which contains grains and some plants. We often eat this staple food. , The taste is not bad, especially

　　 Ruthless..."

　　 "I didn't ask you."

　　 Soshyang cut off the other party in a low voice, then turned to the woman.

　　 She squatted for a long time, and finally said a word.

　　 "Thanks to the emperor's blessing, it's okay..."

　　 She thought about it again, and said lowly:

　　 "Anything can be eaten, we can eat everything... we are used to it, we can eat it, but some people are still making trouble and people's hearts are broken..."

　　West laughed immediately, but Soshyang's next sentence made his expression freeze.

　　 The demigod pointed to the boy's arms and said in a low voice:

　　 "That thing, obviously, most of it is mud."