The Emperor’s Angel of Death

In the last two hours before dawn, the last batch of transport planes landed.

There was a slight movement of the servants of the battle group, as if arousing all their attention from the silence of meditation, to welcome those who slowly appeared from the last batch of thunder eagles.

The wounded were first out of the cabin, and the bodies of the Astartes, who were more severely traumatized during the Civil War of the Soul Drinkers, were placed on anti-gravity prying and carefully guarded by the pharmacist.

What followed was the Honor Guard, led by Soshyan, his tough and unyielding face hidden deep under the helmet.

The members of the Honor Guard have changed the old dark purple painting to a plain silver gray. The hem of the burqa outside the armor is decorated with the logo of the cross of two swords, which represents the dedication of the holder to the battle group.

The entire honor guard, except for one.

Thor, followed by ten paces behind Soshyang.

Like Soshyan, his face was also covered by a helmet, and his armoured hands hung under his simple and simple robes.

The Honor Guard followed behind their injured brothers, maintaining a cautious pace of respect.

The wounded slowly passed between the standing queues and were sent to the medical area.

At the other end of the landing field, a Thunder Eagle also lowered the landing tailgate in the scream of hydraulics.

The ruby-colored light gushed out, casting a slender and brave figure on the burning landing field.

Alone, the armor-covered figure slowly walked into this raging stormy night, unknown to anyone.

After returning to the monastery fortress again after more than a year, Soshyan sighed a lot-he can still recall the period when these clearings were still covered by dense forest.

In the past, the monastery fortress surrounding the Astral Knights had more than 20 villages and settlements within a radius of hundreds of kilometers. They supported the neighboring nests with food, clothing, metal ores, machinery and all supplies.

And now all of this no longer exists.

The land surrounding the fortress mountain peak has been razed and converted into a huge military equipment park. Soshyang has to work hard to recall the former location of those villages and towns.

In addition, there are more auxiliary military training centers, barracks, armory, storage warehouses, maintenance areas...

All the buildings in sight are extending infinitely on all sides, and they serve the battle group wholeheartedly, providing manpower and material support for it in the great expedition.

Even though it was so late at night, the mighty queue still did not attract much attention from the noise around it-loading and unloading planes and transport planes took off and landed endlessly, frequently back and forth between various regional platforms.

From the height of the monastery, you can see a whole line of trucks full of ordnance whizzing by on the newly built highway, heading for the assembly point in the south of the fortress and the training ground for the battle group's auxiliary army.

Even the warband servants, many of them are newly recruited.

The young men and women in brand-new military uniforms stared at the giants marching dumbfounded, staring at the figure leading the giant at the head of the team.

They walked into the depths of the monastery in the wind and rain, and walked between the curtain walls full of hard gold, protective shields and automatic weapon arrays.

As the soldiers approached, the main fortress of the monastery became taller and taller.

In the end, the Astartes began to continue along a path that was illuminated by artificial light bulbs and was dug.

A fortress of strength and tradition stands upright among the vast rain and fog like a vast ocean.

Its former granite base has been excavated and exposed by engineering machinery. Even in the middle of the night, the excavating machinery is still racing against time, throwing away the earth, melting out the path, burying the pipe, and extending the fortress itself into the depths of the mountains.

Some of these projects were arranged by Soshyan, such as the construction of a series of gates at the foot of the mountains to facilitate underground passage.

But some of them are not, such as adding a lift in the fortress that can transport passengers to the core of the fortress in just a few seconds.

Although everything is for efficiency, in his opinion this proposal is a bit too narrow.

The road leading to the gate should be the road that the warriors stepped out with their feet, and it should be polished by generations of warriors thousands of years later.

The rest of the monks could take the stairs to the fort if they were willing, but he would never.

Whenever he returned triumphantly, he wanted to walk on the road that the soldiers stepped out with their feet again and again, until he could no longer do it.

But he still felt relieved, because during his time away from home, the construction of the fortress was still orderly.

At the foot of the mountain, at the end of a road separating the two guard towers, a stone statue stands on each side, marking the starting point of the warrior's way.

The conception of the stone statue is also very good.

The image on the left is a stalwart warrior holding explosive bombs and a chain saw sword, walking towards the world with his head high.

On the right side is a warrior covered in scars, his armor is broken, his weapons are broken, his knees are weak, his head and back are raised high, his eyes are deeply looking at the house.

The beginning of the warrior and the destination of the warrior.

When passing by the two statues, Soshyan saw Thor stretch out his hand and gently touch the stone statue on the right side-the thoughts of this ancient warrior seemed to drift away thousands of years ago, recalling his former brothers.

As they walked through the narrow and winding road, the storm had dissipated, leaving only the breeze to gently roll up their burqa.

The distant night and heavy clouds have also dissipated, and the first light of dawn has arrived.

Soon, the climb was over. Although it was very long, it was shorter than Soshyan's expectation. It seemed that he walked from the landing field to this flat and open square only an hour later.

The fortress had already opened its gates for the return of the soldiers, and Soshyan saw that the courtyard in the center of the fortress was filled with young servants, forming a welcome queue between the gate and the outer tower of the castle.

They apparently saw the master they were about to serve for the first time in their lives, and many of them were looking at them with a mixture of curiosity and surprise.

Soshyan led the soldiers through the welcome queue calmly.

As he had expected, two figures were waiting at the far end of the queue. One of them was as tough as a Cangshan mountain under the elaboration of the years, and the huge iron coffin was covered with traces of previous battles.

The other was wearing a white armor, and his burqa was embellished with silver ornaments.

Soshyang stopped in front of them, leaving a respectful distance, and Astarte's footsteps stopped behind him in a flash of thunder.

"Venerable Said, Soshyan Ariksha has completed the task, annihilated the great enemy of the empire, and now leads all the soldiers on the expedition to triumph."

"Welcome home, Captain Soshyan."

Brother Said's loudspeaker sounded, and his voice was sharpened and withered, making his tone even more stale and outdated.

"But I remember that when you set off there were only 19 fighters, and when you returned—"

Soshyang immediately felt the tension hidden in the venue, and Saul, who straightened his shoulders immediately, also showed that he realized the same taste.

Brother Said took a step forward, as if looking at the "new fighters" in the line who had changed their appearance.

"Brothers! Let me introduce myself. My name is Said, an old thing that has lived for about seven or eight thousand years. I am watching the destruction of the astral knight, and now I am watching its rebirth, no matter where you are from, I all look forward to your great performance in the battle group, and I also believe that you are worthy of this expectation! Glory is waiting for you, brothers, and do you have enough loyalty and reputation to win them!"

An ancient Venerable, for the Soul Drinker, the last fearless battle group that had lost six thousand years ago, is a mountain that has to be looked up~www.ltnovel.com~ If so, Soshyan has nothing to do with it. Let them have a little doubt, then the words of Brother Said really convinced them.

"Have!"

The former soul drinkers roared and answered.

"That's it."

Said said with satisfaction:

"But time doesn't wait, and there are still many tasks to complete. The empire still has many enemies to be destroyed. The empire needs you, and we also need you. Starting today, you will accept a test that is completely different from the past!"

The challenge of Divine Fearlessness to the new entrants changed the atmosphere in the courtyard in one fell swoop, and even Soshjan was infected by the faith in Said's voice.

"However, for now, I just want to say a word to you."

Brother Said raised an arm high.

"Welcome home."