The Emperor’s Angel of Death

When the communication connection was closed, Bahram's anger finally subsided slightly, and he shook his head slightly.

"Herbert, I have already said before the screening. Life and death are determined by the emperor. You can never get revenge afterwards. I don't care how you know the process, but you will not be allowed to mention anything related to the screening in the future, otherwise I don't care. Are you a blood descendant of Brother Danlun, I will kill you."

In fact, according to Bachram, Herbert’s actions should be directly disqualified, but firstly, the current battle group really needs more troops, and secondly, in the era of recruits, Dan Lun's relationship with him is indeed good, although he has become an Arab Statt means cutting off the relationship with the world, but there is always such a feeling.

Jacob was lying on his back on the deck, staring at the ceiling, slowly swallowing his blood, then he laughed, and finally passed out.

"Um?"

When Bachram came in, Jacob opened his eyes. In fact, he did not fall asleep. To be more precise, he was just immersed in a certain state of meditation between sleep and wakefulness, ensuring his whole, not part. The mind can sink completely into peace and tranquility.

The past two days have been extraordinarily long. Under the pharmacist's powerful but painful treatment, he actually recovered in just eight hours, but he has been kept in the pharmacy department on the starboard side.

This is punishment.

"It looks pretty good."

Bachram looked at the boy carefully,

Jacob's body is like a canvas belonging to an artist, covered with faded scars and healing incisions, most of which have solidified into white scars, except for the long and narrow wound on the shoulder—very much. It is deep and shaped like a saw tooth.

Jacob was also looking at this Astarte, he still couldn't understand what was hidden in the other's eyes, and he couldn't tell whether he saw disappointment or teasing, or both.

"You are about to undergo the first remodeling operation soon."

"Should this be my honor, my lord?"

"In fact, the other team leaders are talking about you and

Herbert, they think you should be sent back. "

Jacob was calm on the surface, but very nervous in his heart. He was so embarrassed that he was sent back to his home planet or stayed in the lobby of the fortress monastery to serve, and finally swallowed his last breath in the cold and dark corner that no one knew.

No, he dared not think about it anymore, he was not born to embark on the path of shameful destiny.

Fighting, fighting is what he hopes, especially fighting with greenskins.

"I have to say, your temper is really bad, Jacob."

"I have heard this many times."

Jacob shook his head, moved his limbs and stretched his muscles. He felt a pleasant crackling sound all over his body.

"You know what, I used to fight with your father"

Hearing these words, Jacob's body froze.

"The days in Hades were really difficult, many people were desperate, but he was still a brave fighter, just like you on the night two days ago, even in the face of a much stronger enemy. ."

"I don't have much impression of him."

Jacob's response was just a vague snort, more like a kind of self-comfort.

Bachram was aware of the other's emotions and changed the subject.

"Actually, I am also very curious, why did you kill

Herbert's brother? "

"I don't know, who wants to kill, but he has been irritating me, just like a hunter inducing prey. Even at the moment of life and death, he will openly oppose my orders. No matter what I say, he will sing the opposite. If you let him continue In this way, all of us will be eliminated, I just want him to shut up."

"It's true."

Bahram agreed.

"Your team's survival rate ranks in the top three of all teams. Your fighting spirit, cunning and decisiveness have impressed us all, including your execution of your own players."

With that said, Bachram opened the door of the confinement room, and before leaving, he turned his head and solemnly said to Jacob:

"I hope I can see you again in the future, a brand new and stronger you, take care."

Watching the other person leave, Jacob lowered his head and took out the saint pendant that was first stained with his mother's blood and then his father's blood from his neck, and stuck it to his forehead.

"Bless me, father, bless me, mother..."

At this moment, a machine servant came in and said in a low voice:

"Jacob, physical fitness is about to begin, please follow me to the training room."

In another confinement room not far away, Robin in power armor leaned against the door frame, playing with a delicate dagger, and Herbert, who was sitting in an icy chair, also seemed a little careless.

After a while, Robin spoke, but his voice was flat, like a machine servant.

"I also thought you might get revenge, but I feel more than that, it's a more... personal emotion."

A hollow smile emerged from Herbert's handsome face.

"Is that right?"

"There are other incidents. After my brother was injured, Jacob said several times that he would abandon him... It is by no means a coincidence. Anyone who has eyes and brains will not believe that this is just a simple and pure team choice. ."

"You look pretty sure, but you didn't make everything public."

Herbert looked disgusted.

"I will not escape to an adult like a child who needs to hug, I will face my own enemies in my own way."

"The premise is, if, as you said, he is really the enemy, the anger and doubt in your heart cannot be evidence of conviction, but you still try to kill him, don't you? What if you succeed? Murder your comrade-in-arms But a felony."

"I didn't want to kill him."

Herbert said, with a smile on his face.

"I just want to teach him a lesson, to teach him what respect is. If I used a sword instead of a dagger, I could end this matter sooner."

"He said the same."

"what?"

The smile in Herbert's tone disappeared, and he roared, and low grunts began to flow from his throat. They mixed with the words, making them more like a beast-like threat.

"He was locked up in the pharmacy department on the port side. During this time, we decided to keep you two separate."

"I have healed."

"It's really commendable to say this from a population whose spine has almost been smashed. But now even I won't go to any trouble, no matter how good I feel."

"I'm the type of courtesy."

"I know better than you, but I am not here to talk about what has happened, I am here to tell you what will happen now."

Herb characteristic nodded ~www.readwn.com~ He waited patiently and said nothing, feeling a chill quietly rising, winding down his spine, which was not a pleasant feeling.

Astarte personally came to read the verdict, no matter what he thought, it was not a good sign.

"If you still want to be an Astarte."

Robin spoke.

"Abandon your useless hatred and pin all your emotions on your sword."

There was alertness and suspicion in the boy's eyes, and finally he smiled without fear.

"I see."

"Very well, remember, if you want to be a true elite, then you don't have to pull yourself and ordinary people to the same level. Your swordsmanship is very good, don't let it down."

With that, Robin straightened up and prepared to leave, then with a light flick of his wrist, the dagger arced and finally nailed to Herbert's right foot.

"I'm waiting for your good news."