The Emperor’s Angel of Death

After dealing with the most urgent matters at hand, Soshyan has another very important thing.

Give the warriors who died a due ceremony——

"——May the emperor bestow peace on them."

After Yazdan finished chanting the prayers, he put the scriptures in his hands together, and then there was a beautiful but sad sound of music from both sides of the emperor's statue.

Then he walked into the other monks and gave the position to Soshyan.

Rows of heavily armed monks were watching him in well-equipped armor, and dozens of coffins were placed in front of him. In each coffin was a fallen monk, covered with a white shroud from head to toe. Covered.

Their necks were covered with bandages printed with Sky Eagle emblems, covering the wounds left when the genetic seeds were taken out.

These warriors of the past are like mummies on the old earth, waiting for the resurrection that will never come-they can no longer walk in the mortal world.

Although every Astarte servant of the battle group gathered here, the church still looked very empty.

This church is completely modeled after the obsidian fortress of the past. Even on the original battle group's home planet, Soshyang has never seen it being completely crowded, even many years ago when the battle group was stronger. .

With every step he took here, he could feel that the empire was declining day by day, just like the withering Order of Astarte.

He hid these thoughts in his heart, and there was no sign of fatigue or doubt in his words.

The sound grill on the power armor amplifies his voice and fills the church.

"Brothers, brave warriors of the empire! We gather today to share the sorrow brought by the loss of so many warriors, but don’t lose hope! They traded their sacrifices for a moment of human continuity until the real When peace comes, we will never stop fighting until the last drop of blood leaves our veins. This is the meaning of our birth!"

He looked at the long list of names in front of him. Among them were astral knights who died in Valledo, but more of them were soul drinkers who had fallen in the civil war.

The loss caused by this tragedy pierced his heart deeply.

At this moment, he suddenly felt tired and inexpressible. If he had a choice, he would definitely let go of all the burdens on his body and walk into the endless wasteland in the galaxy so that he would no longer be troubled.

But he had no choice.

"We will always miss Brother Razo."

He whispered:

"He is a member of the Second Tactical Squad, the hero of the Battle of Forren, the ruthless killer of the greenskins, who was beloved by his brothers and the captain, and fell while acting on Valledo... Brother Lazo."

He stretched out his hand towards the first corpse, and the servants raised the coffin and carried it on their shoulders.

These names are not in any order, this is to prevent the deeds of one monk from appearing more glorious than the deeds of another monk.

Death makes them completely equal, and they are no longer separated by rank and status.

"Fr. Alexander, he is a heavy weaponist, marksman, and appease of the wits of the Second Tactical Squad. He was beloved by his brothers and the captain, and fell while acting on Valledo...Fr. Alexander."

He stretched out his hand again. The other four servants stepped forward and lifted the coffin.

The two sacrificed fighters were both members of Falzad's team, so this fighter who had become the third company commander was tearful at the moment.

The names were read out one by one, the corpses in the church were gradually being lifted, and Soshyang's shoulders were also burdened with another burden.

Finally, he read Gorge's name.

"Brother Gorgri, he died in the process of loyalty to the emperor. There were countless enemies who fell under his sword. It also made the traitors fearful. May people remember his name and achievements."

If there is really death that makes Soshyang feel painful, then the last moments of regret and remorse for Gorgri are truly plunged into his heart like a knife.

"He gloriously ushered in death."

As he said, he walked off the high platform. This unusual behavior made the priest and the soldiers look at him curiously.

"He fought to the last minute, as an example to me."

Soshyang put the fragment of his smashed halberd into the coffin, and then turned back on the high platform, concealing the emotion that was almost revealed in his heart.

The corpse was also taken away, and there are many names waiting for him to pronounce it.

When the last name was pronounced and the last corpse was carried away, only the Astartes remained in the cathedral.

Everyone was silently mourning, death-like silence enveloped the angels.

Brackets made of marble await the remains of the deceased, and they will be sent to the cemetery of the battle group to sleep with the heroic ancestors brought out from the obsidian fortress.

Carbon fog surrounds people's feet, and the morgue stretches out quietly. The number of corpses that can be placed here is more than the number of interstellar warriors in the entire battle group.

Soshyan waited quietly for these soldiers to enter his sleeping place. Yazdan performed a brief ceremony in front of each corpse, whispering words that would never be heard.

Their remains were separated by a thick glass plate, which soon became blurred by the frost on the glass.

When everything was completed, a thin layer of frost had formed on Soshyan's armor, and the ice crystals at the joints made a cracking sound as he moved.

"Everything is done, commander of the battle group."

Hearing what Yazdan said, he nodded, but he was so heavy that he couldn't say anything.

Soshyan then disbanded the team and went to a secret dark space deep underground in the monastery fortress alone.

This space was excavated under the orders of Brother Said, and it was hidden in the mountain hundreds of meters deep, but until Saiweta appeared, the function of this space was not explained by Brother Said.

Now the role of this space is obvious-it has become the private space of the crow prince.

Soshyan entered through a secret entrance and walked along a long corridor.

He felt that he was walking towards a terrible prison, but now there was only one guard in this "prison".

The walls, ceiling, and marble floor of the corridor are covered with a rune that Soshyan doesn't recognize. This rune can be seen on the chains of Saivita, and he can't see it anywhere else.

Soshyang once tentatively asked Saivita what this kind of rune was~www.ltnovel.com~ The other party just told him jokingly that this kind of rune came from the ancient earth and may be as old as the emperor.

But Soshyang didn't quite believe it.

And Saivita didn't look like a wizard.

"Who is there?"

Suddenly, there was a sound in the darkness, like singing, reaching Soshyan's ears.

But when he listened carefully, there was no sound.

But that tone still echoed in his mind, touching the edge of his soul, as if walking slowly along the walls and ceiling, crawling like a spider, ready to pounce on him at any time.

Soshyang felt that he had heard this sound before.

But today, its attack feels stronger and more direct.

"The chant?"