The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"This kind of thing happened..."

After reading the pictures recorded by the tactical recorder of Soshyan's helmet in the data board, especially after the mutant think tank curator, Marcus let out a surprised cry.

"Half of the high-level officers and one-third of the veterans of a war group defected. This is a big deal.

Putting down the data board, he turned his gaze to Soshyang, and the other party also unplugged the data cable from the helmet and clamped the helmet under his armpit.

"Salperdon and his accomplices have already cast the power of darkness. They escaped using some kind of witchcraft."

"Then the current situation..."

Marcus tapped his fingers gently on the desktop, weighing every word.

"...I can't overturn Tadius' sentence on the soul drinker."

"I will catch every traitor, life and death, the stains on the soul drinker will be washed away by then."

"That's how it is said."

Marcus frowned.

"The remaining soul drinkers—"

It turned out that after leaving the Hulk, Soshyan asked Sol and Saivita to leave with the fleet of Soul Drinkers, and those loyal Soul Drinkers were hidden by him in the Unbound Soul.

Therefore, he has been proclaiming to the public that the remaining soul drinkers are chasing the traitors.

"I can't give them their names."

"They will personally rectify their names."

"But in this case, other imperial institutions may attack them. The soul drinker is now rebellious, and no one can tell who is loyal and who is a traitor."

"Their fate is up to them."

"understood."

The judge nodded thoughtfully. Then looking at Soshyang's expressionless face, he asked cautiously:

"Captain Soshyan, I know that you have a very good relationship with Captain Gorgery. Before he dies... Is there anything to tell you?"

"He wants me to avenge him."

"That's it? Did he appoint a new battle group commander."

"No."

"Then who is the leader of the loyal Soul Drinker now?"

"I don't know, it's up to them to decide."

"That's it."

Marcus said so, but his eyes did not leave Soshyan's face for a moment, capturing every inch of detail.

"Then they must have taken the spirit spear away?"

"Yes it is."

"Yes, as it should be."

The judge nodded, went to the side of the table, and took out a blank report from the drawer.

"But we still have a lot of details to know, do you mind if I waste your time?"

"I have other things to solve."

Soshyan pointed to the data board.

"I have transmitted what I saw and heard. As for the origins and traces of the devil, you can only investigate on your own."

After speaking, he turned and walked towards the gate.

"Captain Soshyan!"

Marcus yelled immediately, with a stern tone and a slight humiliation in his voice.

Soshyang stopped, but didn't turn his head, but put his hand on the hilt of the holy flame sword.

"Is there anything else."

Marcus paused for a moment, and finally suppressed the breath in his chest. He really didn't have time to entangle Soshyan now.

A battle group rebelled and a civil war broke out. The think tank killed the battle group leader, a hulk with a demon, and a powerful demon prince... Any one of them alone is a big deal, but now it is concentrated Broke out together.

So the first thing he does now is to immediately go to the surface of the planet to meet with another judge, jointly investigate this incident, and prevent possible chaotic corrosion from invading into the empire world.

After that, the trial court had to conduct an in-depth investigation of the hulk, which would take a lot of time back and forth.

"Captain Soshyan."

Marcus changed into a softer tone.

"I will visit you again in the future."

"welcome any time."

After speaking, Soshyan left the cabin.

"This guy!"

The judge sat back on the chair, took out a piece of information paper from the drawer and opened it with both hands. The note rustled under his soft gloved grip.

When he started to read the content on the paper for the second time, his unbelievable expression grew deeper and deeper, and his delicate eyebrows wrinkled.

At this time, his four most important subordinates also walked out from the side compartment door and appeared beside him.

"This is a star-language message, from Wende Inquisitor."

Chandler glanced at the message with his pipe in his mouth.

"I can see that, you idiot."

Marcus snapped:

"Peek at me next time and pull out your eyes!"

He read the information again, then crumpled it up and threw it on the metal floor.

The ball of paper rolled in the shadow under the broken Qingming lamp, and finally fell into the hole left by the defect on the floor.

"The Wende Inquisitor found a destroyed altar at the original site of the cathedral, and the magic tous must be in their hands."

He straightened his white shiny gloves.

"Who does he think he is, dare to deceive the court?"

Marcus slapped his hands together, his gloves softened the noise, but the golden spike on his jacket shook violently.

"What do you think, Grilia."

Marcus asked his fourth subordinate.

Griya is a priest of the mechanical sect. He is dressed in a black robe decorated with golden gears. He has many mechanical modifications, especially the most obvious pair of heavy industrial-grade claws sticking out of his shoulders. ——It is also plated with gold to match it.

His armor is a combination of very deep red and a half-and-half cream color. The casting world it belongs to is so little known that few people can recognize this color.

And he likes that.

"Calculate with my advanced logic circuit."

The mechanical teacher helped his glasses.

"The probability of the Grimoire being within the Astral Knights is as high as 97.34%."

His voice thickened with disgust.

"They are suspected of heresy."

Verne took a breath from his jagged teeth ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ He served Marcus longer than the other three.

"I have to remind that it is a taboo to use guesswork to convict crimes, especially for a battle group. This can cause a lot of tragedies, not to mention such a small book, it is possible to go anywhere, unless we turn the entire planet. The bottom is up to the sky."

"Verne, you don't understand the nature of chaotic creation."

Marcus straightened his coat as he said.

"Chaos creations are not dead things. On the contrary, they all have their own thoughts and consciousness. They are the carriers of the devil in reality, so they will do everything possible to find a suitable host, and then manipulate him... The magic code will not silently Stay in the corner and eat ashes, and it will find a way for people to take it away."

Afterwards, he snapped his fingers, and a metal box rose on the table. When he opened it, the weapon inside burst into radiance.

"Let's go to the planet and visit Inquisitor Tadius. Maybe from him we can know more details about the soul drinker. The emperor is here. I really want to take a vacation."