The Emperor’s Angel of Death

After the victory of the Hades defense, there were a large number of orphans on the battlefield, so Soshyan made a decision.

Conscription on the spot!

But what he wants to collect is not a mortal army, what he wants to collect is the Astarte brothers.

The commander of the Astral Knights announced that any male orphans between the ages of 8-14 who have lost their parents can take them away as long as they are willing to join Astarte.

In the future, these children will participate in trials with local candidates on the 4th of Nathan to compete for the one-tenth chance.

Although this is not in line with the rules, no one came out to oppose it. After all, so many orphans are actually a burden for the Ministry of the Interior. Soshyang is willing to bear these burdens and they cannot ask for it, and this one-time recruitment is in many places. It's not unusual that it happened.

Almin is responsible for the recruitment of Hades nest capital, with other recruits assisting.

But in addition, the Star Knights has another secret recruitment plan, but the recruits are not limited to the orphans after the war, and the executor is Talos—

Slowly, blood dripped on the floor, but Sabrin didn't pay attention.

"Little Sablin."

The elderly criminal named Mill moved and looked down at him with wide, worried eyes.

"Your nose."

The man handed a rag torn from his sloppy prison uniform, and Sablin stared at it with a puzzled expression.

Mill even wondered if he had a concussion.

"Forget it, you are always so neurotic."

After a while, Mill tucked the rag back into his pocket.

Sablin's eyes became hollow again, and then he leaned against the edge of the jail. The nosebleeds continued to flow, drop by drop.

Mill didn't care about him, crawling back to his shop and making a face on his own.

The voices of the prison around them came in, amplified by the grid floor of the cell and around the railings of the window-raising voices, door slamming, the buzzing of activated alarm systems and image monitors, thumping boots and The cries of shackles.

Sablin has only been here for five months, but now he hopes that he is dead, at least he will not be forced to dig and dig with his swollen, bleeding hands.

This is a prison on the northern continent of Armageddon. It is full of prisoners of all kinds, from thieves to murderers.

The only purpose they live here is to dig raw materials from hundreds of underground veins for the factories and nests of Mechanical Education.

Day after day, year after year.

He grew up at the bottom of the nest, but he has no parents. His real parents may be thieves, or blackmailers, or psychedelic drug addicts, prostitutes, and murderers.

They may be criminals in any nest, but he doesn't know them, he has never seen them.

Sablin's adoptive father was a small leader of the nest city gang. He was only seven years old when his adoptive father was divided by five horses by his rival, and he could only wince and close his eyes under the table.

Life in the bottom nest cannot tolerate the weak. When he was nine years old, he learned to kill. When he was twelve years old, he was already a famous burglar leader in the neighborhood.

Until he reached out to a treasure house of the rich and powerful in the nest—

After a long time, Sablin finally noticed his nosebleed and tried in vain to stop it with his dirty fingers.

He is now thirteen years old, by Tyra's standards, or he claims to be so-but most of the time his behavior has been more rational than a twenty-year-old adult.

In addition to his strong figure and his willingness to use his fists to solve problems, what really kept him alive for so long was his godly talent. From a very young age, he occasionally foresaw what was about to happen. .

He consulted the witch who played the crystal ball on the street. The old man said that this was the potential of witchcraft, but then Sablin just gave her a kick.

He never considered himself a wizard.

"Something is here."

Suddenly, Sablin felt his heart and looked into the darkness behind the window.

"What?"

His roommate Mir looked up blankly. This guy is just a poor smuggler, earning a meager profit by selling bootleg alcohol.

But after angering the monopoly wine merchants in Chaodu, that was the end.

"Bad stuff."

The pressure in the cell was still there, like a gloomy, persistent headache that continued to increase in his temples.

He has never felt so strong.

"But at least it won't be worse than this place."

Sablin said lightly, but in fact he was scared.

The things he just mentioned can often be seen in dreams, the claws and sharp claws spinning out of the shadows and the spiteful red eyes—not a trace of comfort to him.

The worst is that face, that is a skeleton, a death mask, lurking in the dark void.

Whenever he saw it, it leaned closer, grinning savagely, without blinking his eyes.

"It's ready for dinner."

There was a lazy voice in the corridor.

Since the Greenskins invasion, although the prison has not been attacked, the supply has almost been cut off, which also means that the prisoners have to starve.

Sablin has heard that cannibalism has occurred in some prison areas. When there is no way, it seems that the guards don't want to take care of it.

They just put a very small amount of food into the prison every day. As for how to distribute it, it doesn't matter to them.

Naturally, the existing gangs have grown rapidly because of this situation. If you want to get a bite, you must find a backer and work hard.

But Sablin disdains this, he has his own way.

"Ready."

Seeing the crowd crowded in the corridor, Sablin calmly leaned against the iron fence.

"Wait until they are gone."

Mill nodded, planed on the bottom of the bed with his hand, and then pulled out a thin wooden stick with iron thorns-this kind of impossible place, it is almost impossible to live without a little self-defense.

When the crowd was gone, Sablin and Mir quietly opened the iron fence and left on another road.

They found a vent that was just enough for the two of them to climb in. After drilling in for about ten minutes, they arrived at a place.

This was originally a gym, but it was abandoned a long time ago. Now it has become a "warehouse" for the Big Diao Gang. Except for the meager rations distributed to the group every day, everything else is here.

The Great Eagle Gang is the most horizontal gang in this prison area. They have hundreds of people. The boss is a humanoid beast who raped and killed hundreds of women. As for why he is still alive, Sablin heard that it was because he was with someone The planet's noble family has something to do with it. Since that guy came in anyway, the guards didn't embarrass him much, and there were tobacco and alcohol every week.

Probably, this is someone up there.

"Hey!"

Jumping out of the vent, UU reading www.uukanshu.com, who had already wrapped his feet with cloth, did not move immediately, but squatted on the ground and watched the surroundings alertly.

After confirming that there was no one, he issued the signal, and Mir immediately jumped down.

Scattered equipment is everywhere in this small room, and on one side of the corner, the tall materials are piled up.

Sablin rubbed his hands and walked up, spread a corner of the package, and immediately slipped out a ration stick.

"Take up to two at a time, don't take too much."

Biting the food bar with his teeth, Sablin gobbled it up, while quietly reminding the roommates who were also munching around.

But suddenly, the red emergency light on the roof of the barn suddenly lit up, washing the narrow, cold place with an angry light.

With a harsh bang, the door was kicked open.

"What I said."