The Emperor’s Angel of Death

A huge machine is straddling the entire huge platform, and the molten metal fires everywhere, forming a yellow cross.

The particles and fragments flew out from the cracks in a whirl, and fell into the cliffs on both sides, and the air was full of fleeting sparks.

This is a large-scale construction machinery that is installing a venting artillery, which is part of the monastery's defense system, and beyond the clouds is the twinkling lights of the spire of Chaodu.

"How many years have it been."

The man standing by the window whispered, his armour-covered hands casually placed on the edge of the rocky window.

"You still don't understand this truth. When the gods fall, everything will collapse and everything will perish. I saw it and understood it. The so-called hope is long gone."

"Not here."

The steady metal footsteps made the elevator tremble, and when the metal stepped on the rock floor, it made a brisk percussion sound.

"There is still hope here."

The man by the window gave the visitor a fierce look, his lips with lightning scars curled up, revealing his pale teeth.

"Don't be so confused about style, this shouldn't be your style, I'm in full swing, Saul."

Saivita turned his head, his words rumbling in his chest, as deep as a predator's growl.

"I never remember that you were still a poet. Although the melancholy and crazy temperament of your legion does fit the characteristics of a poet, at least you are not."

Suddenly, the sound of the elevator rang, and Savita's eyes reluctantly moved away from the barren mountain.

"Brother Said has awakened."

Soshyang stepped out of the elevator, and after only one word, he turned and walked towards the elevator. Saivita shrugged at Thor and followed.

The meeting place was located in a secret hall under the fortress of the monastery, and the entrance was at the end of a corridor inside the archives.

After a while, Savita followed Soshyang and Sol, and the armor crashed on both sides of the doorway, clanging.

Several torches were burning in the dark hall, and a black sun mark was on the ground in the center of the hall. A huge fearless stood in it, looking like a statue.

"Prince of Crows, Yago Savitarion, long time no see."

"Long time no see? Have we really met?"

A dangerous sense of humor penetrated into Savita's eyes--there was a frosty light gleaming inside.

"If I were to be more honest, I would say that I have never heard of you, the so-called'Eleventh Corps First Company Commander', nor do I have my original body? No one can modify my or his memory."

Brother Said let out a shriveled laugh? Its armor was bright and shiny, and it exuded the fragrance of newly applied holy oil.

"Then what if I'm more rude? I'll ask? Why do you hide in this dark corner."

"Hide, do you think so?"

The crow prince raised his eyebrows.

"If I were more rude."

"I just did it because I wanted to be alone for a while."

Saivita smiling? Replied kindly:

"I'm not very good at handling those things."

"You and I have a mission."

"Yes, yes, but your idioms are too clumsy."

"No such intention? But you already know the secrets of our legion? And our responsibilities."

"I haven't been interested in the two legions that disappeared from the past. There are enough bad things in the empire, there is no shortage of these two, but..."

Talking? He glanced at Soshyang.

"I still don't like alien stuff."

"This is fate."

"Only myself can determine my fate."

What's the point of being touched? Saivita put his arms around him, the joke in his eyes disappeared without a trace, faster than the extinguished light.

At the same time, his size seemed to swell up, although on a physical level, he didn't take up more space? However, in this dim hall, he became huge in everyone's mind.

His existence is like a heavy object? It is pressing on the top of everyone's head, like an executioner's battle axe hanging at the highest point? It can be swung down in an instant.

In a sense, he was incarnate for fear? Just like death behind a smile.

To face such horror? It takes more than just courage.

But Brother Said is still calm? Maintaining his demeanor.

"Then right should be a deal."

With that, Brother Said took out the copper ball that Sol had previously taken, and handed it to Saivita.

"This is our sincerity."

Saivita looked at it for a while, then took the copper ball and shook it in her ear.

"Yes, this is just a deal. I am not on the same front with you, nor do I belong to you."

"Ha, Saivita, you are the same, never belonged to anyone"

"Don't say we are familiar."

"Where have you been all these years?"

"Many places, places you can't imagine."

"Then do you know what the Eighth Army is like now?"

"I don't know and I'm not interested."

"correct."

With that, Saul suddenly stepped in.

"Soshyang, haven't you always wanted to learn how to use Terminator armor?"

Soshyang froze for a moment, then clicked.

Then, Sol poked Savita's shoulder armor with his finger, and the opponent immediately took a step back impatiently.

"What are you doing!"

"Soshyang, this is a very good instructor."

Looking at Saivita, who was full of dissatisfaction, Soshyang frowned.

"he?"

Brother Said also spoke at the same time.

"Sol is right. If you want to learn how to use Terminator, then the best candidate is right in front of you."

"Speak carefully, the praise makes me get goosebumps."

Saivita defended herself in a low voice.

"Soshyang, do you remember? I once said that Saivita is the leader of the Black Armored Guards, and the Black Armored Guards are the elite terminator troops of the Eighth Army that belong to the Primarch.

After that, Sol's hand was heavily on Saivita's shoulder.

"In the era of the Great Expedition, among the people who used the Terminator the best, there is this Prince of Crows."

"It's not in the transaction."

Saivita raised his hand and patted Sol's hand.

"But it's not impossible to discuss, the mechanical psychic that I brought out from Safinius, you can arrange it."

It wasn't until Saivita mentioned that Soshjan remembered that there was such a person--

[Nathan Airport No. 4]

"His name is Falla, an apprentice from Griffin No. 4."

Looking at the somewhat cramped young man next to Soshyang, Loken looked it over again. This man saw that it hadn't been long before the enlightenment ceremony, wearing only the simplest robe, and the gear on his chest was as big as a slap.

The most important thing is that, with black hair, his skin is very pale, looks delicate and tender, with no traces of alteration.

Loken showed a kind smile, straightened up the bright robe, shook the gear as big as the plate, and said;

"My name is Loken, and they all call me Master Lo."

Falla hesitated for a moment~www.ltnovel.com~ or stepped forward, bending a little timidly.

"Good Master Luo."

"Hey, hello."

Loken smiled and nodded slightly, pointing to the door behind him and saying:

"I do research by myself, and my workshop is quite big. You are welcome to come here to do research and development together. If you are tired of research... just go to sleep, no problem."

Feeling that the person in front of Mimi was a bit weird, Falla shrank her neck and looked back at Soshyang.

"Then he will settle down with you first, and you will arrange it."

After speaking, Soshyang turned and left.

"Come, come, I have some good people here, come here."

When Soshyang looked back again, the door of Loken's Workshop had closed again.

"He...should be fine, right?"