The Emperor’s Angel of Death

　　 Today is the day to accept the final trial. Oscar has been in excitement and excitement since the morning.

　　 Many people showed jealousy about the fact that he and his brother Dade were selected at the same time, but this situation is not new.

　　 Oscar’s hair was waxed again at dawn. Of course, this “corrupted” lifestyle in the eyes of others is superfluous, but Oscar has his own insistence. The etiquette is the same as instinct to him.

　　 Because of the crowded queue and the angle of the position, Oscar couldn't see Soshyan.

　　 But he knew that the battle group leader was standing in front of him, and no one could ignore the dazzling presence.

　　 Cheers and faces of worship are undoubtedly the best signs of finding Soshyan’s location. In the eyes of most mortals, the war leader of the Astarte Order is already the closest existence to the emperor.

　　Who wouldn't want to see such a great man with his own eyes?

He can order all the Astartes in the battle group to obtain their wholehearted allegiance, and even as a person capable of exterminating a planet, he will definitely be admired, and may even be feared, because no one knows the storm and the brewing in his heart. anger.

　　 The above thoughts rose up in Oscar's heart, reminding him of last night's dream, thinking of his dream of fighting aliens and heretics in the galaxy.

　　 His expression became cold, and he was satisfied with his determination.

　　 He will never fail, and he will never fail.

　　 This is his destiny.

　　 Seeing the shining armor, the servants of the battle group made a way.

　　 The fanatical expectation of the crowd is obvious. Excitement can infect each other, just as there are electric charges around everyone's body.

　　 The gathered crowd knew that the most critical moment had arrived.

　　 Finally, he saw the Astarte monks surrounding the captain.

　　The distance with the angels is getting closer and closer, and Oscar's heartbeat is getting faster and faster.

　　The fighting monks guarded the Soshyan battle captain like attendants. They are majestic, noble, and powerful, but they pale in comparison with the captain.

　　 He has no doubt that Soshyan is the most talented person in the history of Soms Noble Academy. Every time he sees a place, he feels the same-they all have the same talent.

　　 This feeling was deeply imprinted in Oscar's mind.

　　 Not only this, he also has other feelings——

　　 in awe, he felt awe.

　　 Soshyang is a really strong body, a giant, standing up close to three meters, even most Astarte are a lot shorter than him.

　　 His body shape is also infinitely close to perfection, reaching the golden ratio, matching his height.

　　 Just a glance, he felt the turbulent power hidden all over the body of the battle commander. Although he was wearing a thick power armor, he was not clumsy, and he showed lightness and swiftness when he walked.

　　 Soms are mostly blonde, but Soshyan’s most striking feature is black hair.

　　 Oscar asked, this seems to be related to his ancient family bloodline.

He exudes a noble and pure majesty from the inside out, and the whole person is wrapped in an aura of invisible authority, so that when people see him, they will know what an Astarte war commander should look like. .

　　 Unknowingly, a term became popular-"Grey Eagle"

　　 Oscar also felt that there was no better vocabulary to describe him.

　　 After seeing Oscar and Dade, Soshyang nodded slightly, as if silently approving the two brothers.

　　 This makes Oscar very excited.

　　 Angels have always been unattainable and untouchable before.

　　 And now, they have the opportunity to become brothers fighting together.

　　 He firmly believes that with good virtue and excellent fighting literacy, his life will start again. The little people of the past no longer exist. He starts with angels and ends with angels.

　　 "The team has been assembled."

　　 There was a hint of pride in the majestic voice of the warrior priest.

　　 "Are you all ready?"

　　 Soshyang spoke, his voice was loud but very pleasing, passing through the skin of the boys, acting in the skull, directly stimulating the nerve endings.

　　 "...I have a hunch that today we will harvest a batch of excellent new blood for the team."

　　 "Yes, it's already ready, follow tradition and convention."

　　 At this time, Oscar cast his eyes on the tall and strong warrior standing beside Soshyang.

　　 Generally speaking, at this distance, it shows that the opponent is Soshyang's closest partner and closest brother, which means that he is probably also a member of the high-level warband.

From the outside, he was also a great Astarte. Although his body was not as tall and strong as Soshyang, his broad shoulders and handsome face made everyone unable to dislike him. They all thought in their hearts. Be close to him.

　　 And Oscar could feel an awe-inspiring will from him, like a sharp sword out of its sheath.

　　 This feeling is very rare, he has never felt it in other people.

"Time is up."

　　 The soldier next to Soshyang suddenly spoke with a deep and deep voice.

　　 A few seconds later, as if sensing something, Oscar looked up at the sky.

At this time, behind the dim and heavy clouds, a ray of light gradually lit up, and rippling ripples also appeared in the crowd. People began to commotion, but the surrounding Astarte was unmoved, and his eyes were firmly locked. People present.

Although there were only boys in this area, Astarte did not relax his vigilance. He was still heavily guarded and never slackened. He admired these fighters to a higher level~www.ltnovel.com~ Soon, the first transport plane arrived. Above their heads, this is a relatively common transport aircraft in nests, which can load a large number of goods or people at one time.

　　 "All of you, have ten minutes, divide into groups of 10, and choose your own captain, right now!"

　　 The priest's stern voice sounded, and the boys were stunned.

　　 "Didn't you understand me? Right now! A group of ten!"

　　 After a while, the crowd dispersed with a bang.

　　 The boys started looking for people they knew well, or people they recognized, trying to join a more competitive team.

　　 Oscar was undoubtedly with his younger brother, and pulled up a few people in the same grade, formed a team of pure Soms College students, and undoubtedly became the captain.

　　 But other teams are not so fast, and even some teams are arguing for leadership.

　　 As time passed, those who did not find the team became more and more anxious, and finally, at the urging of the priest, they had to form a team with people they didn't know at all.

　　 So fifty teams were formed in ten minutes.

　　 "The first batch, ten teams! Board the first plane, hurry!"

　　 The first transport plane has landed, and two more will land soon. Oscar led his team into the open cabin with the flow of people.

As soon as 　　 entered, a pungent musty smell penetrated into his nasal cavity, making him almost sneeze.

　　 This transport plane must have transported some dry goods before.

　　 Although the smell of these preserved food traces was unbearable, Oscar resisted it and sat next to Dade, while his brother looked straight at him, pale.

　　 Everyone feels bad.