The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Dante seldom sleeps outside of Barr. He always has too many things to do and too many questions waiting for him to make decisions. His actions must be constantly understood and carried out at the appropriate time. Intervention.

Thousands of souls are seeking his guidance, and hundreds of millions of creatures need his protection. The physique of the interstellar warrior allows him to remain vigilant at all times, and lack of sleep will not affect him much.

Only when he rests in the hall of the blood coffin can he let his soul rest.

In the final analysis, he is still just a human being. He needs sleep, otherwise he will not return to his flagship immediately after the war.

This kind of rest is very short, and after a few hours he must open his eyes and deal with more affairs.

Including a meeting with the two battle group leaders.

When he tossed around on the bed, the **** dreams still tortured him.

The traitor Astarte is walking through the burning world, the Primal Rebellion leads a twisted legion on a **** road, and the screams of hundreds of millions of human beings are shaking the foundation of the real world.

The Milky Way was constantly fluctuating, the demon army rushed out from the crack in the sky, and the big brass bell rang the bell of the doomsday.

destroy! destroy! destroy!

Dante was attacked. A huge face above his head was gradually showing up, and it was looking down at Dante triumphantly.

"Horus!"

Dante took a breath, and a huge claw reached down and grabbed him, ready to crush him.

"grown ups."

An old voice was mixed in the hustle and bustle of this hell.

"grown ups!"

Then, a pair of weak hands was shaking his arms.

Dante woke up suddenly, his hands suddenly stretched out under the irritation of the terrible thing in the dream, and he contained the throat of the old servant.

His teeth were sticking out, his face was bloodshot, and his nightmare made him involuntarily bring himself into a fighting state.

"My lord, it's me!"

Arafeo's twisted fingers tried in vain to release Dante's hand, and the fangs of the commander of the Holy Blood Angels stretched out, and the blood slave's heart rate rose sharply under his iron wrist.

"My lord, please wake up quickly!"

In the next moment, the suffocating pressure on Arafeo's throat disappeared, and Dante's face gradually became clear.

Arafeo backed up a few steps, Dante hurriedly got out of bed, rushed to the side of the attendant's military officer, and supported him with the hand that had been trying to strangle Arafeo a few seconds before.

"Old boy."

He ordered Dante to be speechless.

"I... I'm very sorry, did I hurt you? My recent dreams are very dark, are you okay? Look at me!"

Arafeo leaned on the edge of a sofa, and Dante gently held his face and examined it carefully.

The pinch marks on the servant's neck have gradually faded.

"I'm fine, sir."

Seeing that the other party was really okay, Dante reluctantly let out a sigh of relief.

"Old man, why are you suddenly here?"

"I have done everything you ordered, ready to wait for you to wake up, but—"

"Please forgive me, you did your duty brilliantly, but I almost hurt you."

"It's okay, my lord."

Dante suppressed his urge to refute him.

"It doesn't matter what you mean? I could break your neck. You are no more than a step away from death."

"But I am not dead, my lord."

Arafeo gasped and smiled:

"I let you rest, and I will be more careful when serving you in the future."

Dante smiled.

"At least your spirit hasn't been hit, my friend."

Dante glanced at the clock, he couldn't remember the time before bed.

"How long have I slept?"

"You have slept for less than five hours, my lord."

"Five hours?"

Dante originally planned to take a nap for three hours, because there will be a very important banquet next-he will personally meet with the famous Soshyan Commander of the Astral Knight.

"Why no one comes to wake me up?"

Arafeo looked into the eyes of his master. It took him half a century to dare to make such a move for the first time after serving. He was also one of the few people allowed to see his face by Dante.

They are all old, just according to their own standards.

"Because I didn't allow them to do this, you have consumed too much energy, my lord. You must rest."

"I thank you for your concern, but I still have matters to deal with. They are much more important than my rest."

Arafeo's hands were twisted like tree roots because of arthritis, and he tremblingly handed out Dante's towel with these hands.

Dante's eyes stopped on these hands, and the old servant looked aside, ashamed of his weakness.

"I will rest, and you should rest too."

Arafeo's trembling hands still stretched forward.

"You haven't rested, so how can I rest comfortably?"

"We are different, our destiny is different, and our responsibilities are also different."

"Your responsibility is much greater than mine, sir, if I passed the test, maybe the burden on me will be similar to yours, but I don't have it. I am a servant, not an angel. ..... Even so, we should all serve the emperor in our own way, and my way is to help you bear the burden as much as possible, no matter how small the burden is."

"Yes, we are all serving."

Dante took the towel, Arafeo bowed, and turned around to open Dante's coat rack and take out the new lining.

His actions began to slow down, and whenever he was tired, his hands would tremble more violently, and he was getting tired more and more easily now.

On one side was a 1,500-year battle as a soldier, and on the other side was an 80-year service as an attendant, but in the final analysis, both of them were just one servants.

Dante looked at each other, and suddenly thought, if he had a choice, would he exchange identities with his military attaché?

Dante believes that he will not do this voluntarily, but if he has no choice, he will never complain about it.

In any case, working for the emperor means working for the emperor, and there is no difference between superior and inferior.

Everyone has a role to play~www.readwn.com~ Arafeo is right in this regard.

The humility in his servant made him feel ashamed.

"Arafeo."

Dante said softly:

"You have done enough for me today. Thank you for saving me a lot of hard work. I am very grateful for this. Now go and rest. This is an order."

"My lord, time is tight, and the distinguished guest is already on the way."

"I understand, so hurry up and give me armour."

He turned his head and stopped facing Arafeo.

"Of course, my lord."

The old servant nodded and held out a new set of lining.

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