The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"I really don't worry..."

After dealing with those chores, Soshyan, who hadn't closed his eyes for several days, returned to his private room.

Rozim received the most severe punishment. Because he used the warrior supplies privately, left his duty without permission, and illegally contained aliens, he was revoked from the position of the owner of the restaurant and became the owner of the acting restaurant, and confiscated at the same time. All the illegal gains (only a small part of it) were used for the construction of the battle group, and the green leather waited to be returned to the Nathan 4 before being dealt with.

As an "accomplice", Loken's punishment is second only to Rozim. Not only has the system authority been reduced from 12 to 9, but all supplies of the workshop will be halved within ten years, and the deducted part will be invested in other mechanical teaching workshops, such as Faya there.

The recruits received relatively light penalties, but from this day on until they returned to Nathan 4, they had to undergo punitive training-that is, the amount of all training subjects was doubled, and there were only three hours of rest a day. , And need to be responsible for all the cleaning of the upper deck monks’ living area.

Waiting to return to the home planet, waiting for them is a whole month of confinement!

But to say how irritated Soshyang is, it doesn't really matter, because he knew Rozim's little actions a long time ago, but he just opened one eye and closed one eye.

But this time he not only brought the recruits, but also hooked up with Green Skin, and he couldn't bear it anymore.

The main purpose this time is also to warn him and let him converge.

Soshyan, who had already taken off his armor, sat on a chair in a loose robe, and then opened a drawer under the table.

Inside, an ancient scroll was lying quietly.

Dante gave him the Secret Record of the 20th Volume of San Giles, he has never had the opportunity to open it, and today he intends to see what is inside.

Picking up the scroll, it feels slightly rough, a bit like ancient papyrus.

There is a small metal buckle on the secret record. Soshyang gently took it off, and then slowly unfolded it on the table with both hands.

"This is--"

To his surprise, there was no text on the secret record, only a pure black card lying quietly inside.

Soshyang picked up the card and examined it carefully, but couldn't see any peculiarities, except for its strangely pure black.

He had never seen such pure black.

It was so dark as to drag his soul into it.

Staring at this weird black card, Soshyang couldn't help blinking. He suddenly felt that his vision was a bit blurred, and the surrounding lights seemed to gradually dim.

The next moment, darkness swallowed him.

I was surprised to see, he looked left and right, but couldn't see anything, there was a smell of dust and time in the space.

He exhaled, the candle in the room suddenly lit again, the flame chasing the faded yellow marble surface and the shadow on the picture.

But Soshyang found that his body was suddenly out of control, and he became a stranger in a strange body.

The body stood still for a while, and Soshyang felt the weight of time and meaning surrounding and oppressing him. Through a pair of eyes, he saw a luxurious palace completely different from his own. Every item in this palace seemed to be different. It is a beautiful work of art: a crystal cup with a bull carved on the side; a sword with steel folds, the blade of which is still sharp; an obsidian plate, polished into a mirror; the handle of a spear, painted on it Make it look **** black.

Images, objects, memories...

"I must know."

Suddenly, "he" spoke, facing silence.

"I must be sure..."

"He" walked forward, raised his hand covered with golden armor, and took off the large shawl on the cloak's shoulders, revealing a smooth blond hair.

Through the opposite mirror, Soshyang saw an ethereal and handsome face that was almost godlike, and the wings gathered behind his shoulders.

There is no doubt that this is the genetic father of the holy blood angel, San Giles.

With a soft groan, the candle floated away from the tray, spinning in the air, forming a circle around it when San Giles approached the wooden table.

Afterwards, a box rose from the table, and San Giles mentally turned the machine, and the lock on its edge also rotated.

The box opened, and a velvet-wrapped packet fell into San Giles's hands.

Around him, candles were in place, and the flames gradually became vigorous, making the rest of the room appear dim after the fire gathered.

He held the packet in his hand for a long time without any movement.

About five minutes later, San Giles peeled off the soft fabric, in which lay a pile of pure black cards. Each rectangular crystal could catch the light and spread the image into his eyes. , He distributed them on the wooden table, and then patterns appeared on the cards: hammers and swords, poisonous snakes, lost characters wrapped in rose thorns, dark seas, beasts and horror things that are bright and dark.

Some people will call it a tarot card, and the permutation and combination of destiny and connotation are broken into pieces and thrown to mortals for interpretation.

There are many decks like this in the mortal world-slender cards, painted metal and bones, which tell the inner truth of the universe.

But these cards of San Giles are completely different.

He looked down at the cards, and Soshyang was also looking at them. They were black and did not reflect light, as if every one of them was now a hole in the void of light among the stars.

In his mind, Soshyang heard the fear of billions of creatures on Tyra rising when the ship filled the night sky.

Horus has come, and fate has sent him back to the place where he was born. In the nest and the crowded metropolis, human beings are waiting to witness, when the future comes, who will become their master.

"What will the future look like?"

San Giles whispered:

"Where shall I go?"

Then, slowly and uncertainly, as if something was holding his hand-San Gilles reached for the first card.

But at the last moment, his fingers curled up.

Whispers sounded in his mind, and Soshyang heard it really: shouts, screams, hiss that he knew but couldn't remember.

Then, with a wave of determination, the archangel touched the first card and turned it over.

Then Soshyan saw it.

Black trees stretched into the sky in a tossing blizzard, and the moon floated on torn clouds.

Soshyang could feel it, felt the biting chill, and the branches creaked in the wind.

In the minds of others ~www.readwn.com~ he knew that this was not true, there was no reality, it was just thoughts or dreams.

But the senses of San Giles are different from Soshyan. The archangel has been on the spiritual path long enough, knowing that reality is just choosing which lie to believe.

The archangel staggered towards a tree trunk, half-kneeled, the snow around his legs was thick, and the ice condensed on his hair and armor.

"The forest at midnight..."

He gasped, the words clouding his mouth.

"The cold winter of the soul, fear and predators from the darkness... I know all this, I know all this, but why would I see all this again?"

He closed his eyes, but when he opened it again, the forest leaned back.

"This is not the past, is it? This is the darkness we are trying to escape from, the source of all our fears."

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