The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Although there are a lot of doubts about Brother Calistarius in his heart, Soshyan is not stupid enough to bring it up on this occasion.

Maybe he will never ask this question again.

When the two battle groups finished introducing each other, the blood slaves walked into the house quietly, holding the water basin in their hands filled with water containing fragrance.

They ritually cleaned the lips and handguards of the owners, and put a white towel on their left arm.

The other servants followed closely, holding wine jars and silver wine glasses studded with rubies and gold threads.

The most important thing for the Holy Blood Angels is beauty, and beauty is outstanding in the way of doing things. Therefore, the rhythm of their servants' work is perfect, and they serve their masters precisely like machines.

There was no sound when they put the wine glasses on the stone table.

As the master, Dante waited for the end of this sacred baptism. A high-ranking servant gave him a silver basin with thirty-three rubies in it, each of which was engraved with the newly sacrificed dead. name.

Dante picked them up and put them in the bowl in front of him.

"Let future generations remember them."

Dante said,

The first one raised the full glass, and the blood slaves also withdrew one by one.

"Blood will not tarnish our words, and anger will not tarnish our sanity."

The soldiers of the Holy Blood Angel followed the recitation of the subsequent sentences, and Soshyan curiously looked at the mysterious ceremony of this ancient battle group.

"Let's live up to the blood of San Giles!"

After finishing,

The sons of St. Giles bowed their heads to seek communication with their father's soul.

When everyone raised their heads again, their expressions relaxed, and then Dante raised his glasses to Soshyan and Randall.

"Welcome again to our cousins, brave sons of Dorn!"

Randall raised the glass as usual, while Soshyang raised the glass with a little embarrassment.

After Dante drank the contents of the glass, he also drank it

Ordered some red wine.

At the moment of entrance, Soshyang felt a flame-like touch, like hot blood.

These aged wines are all made from the fruits of the Barr Desert Oasis Plantation. Soshyan feels as if there is a trace of blood added to it to taste. The taste is very unique, full-bodied, and intense, but not top-notch.

Instead, there was a long aftertaste after he swallowed his throat.

Barr's wine has a well-deserved reputation.

Afterwards, there was a relaxed communication session. The exquisite food on the table was hardly touched by anyone, because they didn't actually need to eat, especially those exquisite meals, but it was an iconic gesture.

Dante seems to be very interested in Soshyan and has been listening to the wars and battles he has experienced over the years, especially the battle with Huron.

Of course, Soshyan also had to hide many details, which made his narrative sometimes seem inconsistent, but Dante did not point out those, instead he fully affirmed Soshyan's boldness and carefulness.

According to Dante's statement, any commander instinctively chooses to defend when encountering a strong enemy. Those who can desperately launch offensives are either geniuses or lunatics.

The Holy Blood Angels have always pursued the tactical concept of ‘preemptive strike’ and ‘offensive is the best defense’. Even Dante even teased that Soshyan’s style looks more like them than the Fist of the Empire.

Of course, Soshyang could only smile back with an awkward smile.

However, in the process of chatting later, Dante seemed to have been asking about the Alliance of Misery, or the weeping person, consciously or unconsciously.

Soshyang caught this, and he immediately realized that there seemed to be something unspeakable in the legendary battle commander.

Before he could speak, Dante suddenly invited him to another private cabin on the side to meet alone.

Soshyang didn't think much, and immediately accepted the invitation.

But when he entered the cabin, he discovered that it was a private library belonging to the battle group commander.

The Lord Commander has a collection of thousands of books in his private library on the Blade of Vengeance. Many of them are unique, copied by humans from the long-corrupted data retrieval machine.

Among these priceless treasures, none can compare with the scrolls of San Giles-these nineteen scrolls were written by the original body himself, recording the deepest thoughts in his heart.

Their originals are stored in the treasure house of the think tank curator, and the static force field guarantees that they will not be corroded by time. There are only five copies of these scrolls in the entire galaxy.

In his long life, Dante has only been exposed to the original three times.

Now, a copy has been taken out.

Dante sat at the desk. Although there were no traces of flipping through this copy, in fact Dante had read the works of San Giles countless times.

There is a chapter in this book that he reads most often. His fingers are moving on the scroll. The silky velvet gloves ensure that the parchment scroll is not contaminated by sweat.

Soshyan was right across from him, sitting right in front of him, like a student in class, with seriousness and caution.

He didn't know what Dante was going to say to himself, but it must be of extraordinary significance.

"I am worried about what I see—"

Dante described the text on the scroll.

"My foresight is haunting me with darkness. I can't find any comfort in these illusions. As I wrote before, our victory will only cause painful consequences~www.readwn.com~ But even if it is In this way, some illusions are too dark. They fill my heart with despair and make it difficult for me to write down.....My father’s dream is dead. There is no doubt that even the emperor sees endless wars and wars in the future. Suffering will definitely feel heartbreak. He never hinted to us how dark he saw the future. Has he already known it? I have no reason to think that he doesn’t know. I foresee this talent in the future—if it is. If he can really be a talent, it comes from him, and his power is so powerful that I can't imagine it. I ask myself again and again whether he has always known all this, and whether he has long expected everything to come. What? Or is he, like me, didn’t know about it before? The bright future I had seen has been burned, replaced by another extremely decadent possibility...I curse you, Horu Si, even at the end, I won’t forgive you."

After reading this paragraph, Dante paused for a while, and when he saw Soshyan's thoughtful expression, he continued:

"——I don’t know how many times I’ve written about these things, and I still don’t know the answer to this question, so let me change the topic. I will write down the dream I had last night here. I can’t find it. The comfort brought me comfort, so it’s worth being recorded."

Dante unrolled the scroll, revealing the next page.