The Emperor’s Angel of Death

He had a nightmare.

I dreamed that I was lying alone and hesitantly in the frozen mud, my legs could not move, let alone stand up, my body was helplessly shrouded in darkness, my eyes still staring at the night sky, trying to read a sign from the cold stars.

However, it is the night stars who are silent, and the night sky is gloomy, which does not give people half comfort.

He couldn't find the answer, so he got up from the mud and looked around, hoping to see some signs of light.

But there is neither movement nor hope in the darkness, only a cold silence.

The giant hand of the night concealed the surrounding scene and drew a shadow on it, so he was left alone in the dark world, hopeless to be saved.

For a while, he even felt that he was the last person in the galaxy, and because of his horror, he hurriedly pushed this idea out of his mind.

"who am I?"

This question reappeared in my mind.

"Why are you here?"

In the confusion, all kinds of discomforts follow.

The cold wind bites the exposed face and neck, making him dizzy. Fear, loneliness, and loneliness wrap around him like ghosts.

But none of this is as bad as silence.

He never thought that noise could calm people--

This silence highlighted his loneliness and made him face his fear.

He is in the dark, with fear as his company, and his heart is hard to calm down.

"who am I?"

This problem still lingers.

"Why are you here?"

He sometimes palpitated, wanted to ask for help, wanted to ask for mercy, wanted to scream, wanted to yell, wanted to pray, just to break the terrible silence.

Whenever he did, he had to exercise restraint again, biting his lip so as not to scream out.

He didn't know what he was afraid of, but he could have kept him quiet.

As a result, he could only endure the silence silently, and even if the hope was slim, he could not push it.

"who am I?"

When the problem appeared again, a thought banged in his heart, and he remembered it.

"I am Bahram Tate, I am Bahram Tate..."

Although the first question was answered, the second question still bothered him.

But he only felt that he had nothing and nothing to worry about.

The important things in the past, such as family, relatives, and belief in the emperor, are all gone.

Even his memory is like a dream, all the past flashes before his eyes, and quickly fades like his future.

His heart was full of bright vision, and now he collapsed when he was dying, leaving only a handful of choices-yelling or silence, awake or falling asleep.

For a while, sleep seemed so beautiful, he was exhausted, tired like an old friend, pulling him into a dream.

But he was unwilling to give in. He knew that if he fell asleep, he would never wake up again, and all these choices would be in vain.

In the final analysis, all he has is a harsh choice: life or death.

And he refused to die.

"Why am I here?"

The question rang mercilessly, but there was no answer.

He admits that fate is beyond his control, he can only wait, refuse to give up or fall asleep.

He waited, his life hanging by a thread, like a candle in the dark night.

Suddenly, an ethereal chant fell from the sky, and a golden beam of light enveloped him.

It was only then that he realized that he was actually an Astarte wearing a gorgeous power armor. A broken green long sword fell under his feet, and the surrounding mud was covered with all kinds of terrible things. Grim monsters, they are like patterns dotted on the brown carpet.

The singing gradually rose in his mind, and Bachram unconsciously relaxed his body, drifting towards the golden beam of light tearing through the dark sky.

Then, his feet landed again, but he was already a child.

The world changed suddenly in his eyes.

At the end of the earth, the sun has sunk to the west, and the red clouds reflect half of the sky, washing the salt fields in the evening breeze into a piece of gold.

In his short life, such a sunset has been witnessed a thousand times, but he stopped for this time alone.

He stood there, let the world quietly surround him, watching the night fall with unspeakable feelings in his heart.

"How is the family?"

Home--

This thought made him turn his head and look at the room beyond through the piles of crude salt.

He saw the chimney on the sloping roof, the tower-like warehouse, the chicken coop built by his father, and the stalls closed by the camel beasts.

He saw the small tin house where he grew up in Sri Lanka, a two-story building with a low wooden entrance hall, and the window sashes were wide open to welcome the sunset.

Bachram does not need to enter, and knows that at this moment his mother is preparing dinner in the kitchen, sisters and brother are setting the table, and father is picking up utensils in the workshop.

Soon, they will be seated for dinner.

His family works like this every day, and this life has continued as far as he can remember.

It was the same ordinary night. He secretly left home and ran to an unknown future, leaving his family behind...

Didididi——

Suddenly, a harsh noise dragged him from this blurred dream back to reality.

"Well?"

Bachram shook his swollen head, fumbled for a while, and finally found the source of the noise.

His walkie-talkie rang ~www.ltnovel.com~ This made him aroused, and he immediately woke up, because he clearly remembered that the only thing that this walkie-talkie could connect to was the one in Fude, and after Fude died before , His walkie-talkie was not recovered.

That means...

"what happened?"

Not only him, but Hao Mo and several others were also awakened. In this environment, no one dared to sleep soundly. Everyone just slept lightly, so as soon as there was a movement, they immediately regained consciousness. Some people even touched it instinctively. Weapons at hand.

Even the two people on duty upstairs poked their heads from the stairs to see what happened below.

It seems that only Bachram has fallen asleep.

"It's a walkie-talkie. Someone picked up Fude's walkie-talkie and plans to establish contact with us.

Soon, Bachram described the whole thing in the shortest possible language.

Hearing what he said, the people around showed surprise expressions, and only Robin fell into thinking.

"Generally speaking, the talking distance of this small civilian walkie-talkie is no more than 1,500 meters, and they are not far away."

Robin said, stood up, looked out from the small observation port, but saw nothing, so he shook his head and sat back on the ground.

"You guys upstairs don't watch the excitement, pay attention, there are a lot of wolves around us."

Upon hearing Robin's words, the two above immediately returned to their respective posts.

"Do you want to pick it up?"

Hammer looked at Bachram, and everyone else was the same, everyone was waiting for him to make a decision.

"Listen to what they have to say."

Bachram thought for a while, and finally pressed the dialogue button, and then a low voice accompanied by static noise floated out of the intercom.

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