The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"The Emperor's Angel of Death (

A ray of light tore through the darkness between the stars like a dagger, leaving a jagged gap in the interwoven curtain of space and time.

After that, the gap widened incredibly quickly, until it turned into a hole filled with light.

Time seemed to stand still, and it seemed that every moment was as long as eternity, until something was revealed from the light.

The first to enter the physical universe is the bow of the starship.

The pattern of a blood-red heart with teardrops was imprinted on the bow of the ship, challenging anyone who dared to stop it from advancing.

She belongs to the Weeping Group, one of the subgroups of the Holy Blood Angels, founded in the Cursed Army.

After a wave of ripples in the space, the rest of the battleship became clear in the gap and finally entered the physical universe.

Followed by two smaller, scarred frigates-compared to flagships, they look like obituaries following whales.

Then, the light hole trembled and closed in the battleship's track.

Generally speaking, the dark painting of starships makes them almost impossible to be found in the black background of space, but the rushing light of the sun in the distance of the planet starts to flicker, drawing the outline of this monster created by mechanical teaching technology. .

Along its bow, the words "Mother of Tears" written in high Gothic are clearly identifiable, and the two-winged blood drop emblem symbolizing the holy blood angel is clearly displayed on the writing.

The captain of the war regiment, Malakin Foros, was sitting and commanding the battleship’s bridge.

Although he rarely visits everywhere in person, everything seems to be in order.

He looks very handsome, but with a gloomy face, he stares at each control panel to make sure everything is under control.

In the current situation, any negligence is unacceptable, he is the master of everything on this battleship.

"Commander, we have successfully entered the physical universe from the subspace, and now we are entering the Fran galaxy."

From the officer's voice, you can tell that he feels very relaxed at this time.

Malakin unconsciously stroked the "Q&A" hot-melt pistol hung on his belt, a golden rose hung from the gold chain around his chest, and the double-winged blood heart decorated on the breastplate was in the robe The next is looming.

His face is hidden in the shadows. Since the Battle of Barbuda, he has been accustomed to hiding himself in the shadows.

His **** sabre, an ancient weapon from Baal, lay on his left hand.

Although somewhat reluctant, Malakin agreed to the meeting with the leader of the Astral Knights-just for the sake of maintaining the last dignity of the battle group.

He didn't want them to be treated like street rats in the future. Even after so many experiences, he believed that they could still get along with other battle groups in an upright manner.

"How far is it from Gages?"

Malakin asked, his voice mixed with lamentation.

"About 15 million kilometers, my lord."

The commander of the Weeping Band nodded.

"Communication tower, contact the astral knights to see if they respond."

With that, he stood up and strode towards the communication station.

"My lord... yes, we received a signal."

Malakin turned on the main communicator.

"This is the Mother of Tears. I'm Malakin Foros, please answer."

After speaking, he stopped and waited for a while.

"This is the astral knight, I am Soshyan Alexei, salute you and your battle group."

After a while, a young voice suddenly came out of the intercom of the communication station.

"Captain Soshyan, we are about to reach the low orbit of Gages."

"The Imperial Navy has established a temporary air port in Gages, where your fleet can dock."

There was a pause over there.

"I, as well as Lord Magyar of the Ascetic Band, are here to wait for your ride."

"Well, it seems that the number of people to meet has increased."

Malakin tried to hide his disappointment.

"It's definitely not what you think."

"Let's wait and see."

After the communication was over, Shuangyi did not conduct any communication again.

The flagship Mother of Tears of the Weeping Band ran directly towards Gages’ temporary orbital station--

The interior of the orbital platform is pitch black, and only when the spacecraft passes through the atmosphere, the light of the lighthouse will barely come back to life.

The outline of the tarpaulin indicated that it was covering several aircraft waiting to be repaired, and the frayed edges of the tarpaulin were agitated by the sinking airflow of Thunderhawk's propeller for the first time in nearly a month.

On the deck, empty storage boxes and cargo boxes are stacked in the distance of the operation grid line. Malakin carefully observes every obstacle through the frosted armored glass, and makes the gunboat park in the dark as carefully as possible. In place.

When the gunboat landed, one of the landing struts wiped an abandoned tool rack, and suddenly a pile of oil-stained engine parts fell to the floor.

An interstellar warrior in the cabin cursed:

"It's really a shame, is there no one to clean up and land for our arrival?"

Malakin stood behind the empty passenger seat.

"No one knew we were coming."

He replied in a low voice:

"This is my request, we don't need to cause more trouble~www.ltnovel.com~ The technical sergeant turned off the engine and turned around and said:

"Forgive me, Commander, but we came here with kindness this time. Isn't that also worthless?"

Malakin shook his head.

"No, brother, no one cares about our kindness, except for ourselves, we are still apostates now."

The last three words appeared extremely bitter when they came out of his mouth.

The technical sergeant grumbled aggrievedly, got up from his seat, and moved his thick, heavily armed body from the side of the cockpit to the rear cabin.

Malakin bypassed the auto-navigation console, took out his helmet from the locker above his head, and greeted him.

He touched the edge of the blood-stained heart engraved on his forehead with a finger, and thought about what it represented.

Then he left the cabin with the soldiers.

The air here is cold and stale, and the corridor deck is under the armored boots of the interstellar warrior, and it feels like gravel — rugged.

They met the staff of the Sosa Orbital Platform. These people are logistics personnel, but most of them are servants and elderly people.

These men and women salute stiffly, walking with the stiff steps of a person who has lived under artificial gravity all his life, and the thick calluses produced by long-term labor.

They looked exhausted, obviously forgotten by the empire.

Perhaps just like the weepers who arrived here, physically and mentally exhausted, no one remembers them.

Malakin walked through the passage with a heavy heart, and at the end of the airport was a heavy metal gate. You should be able to see the owner of this place through there.

He stood in front of the gate and turned on the communicator.

"We are here, Captain Soshyan."

The opponent hummed in response, and then the heavy gate slowly opened——