The Emperor’s Angel of Death

The tenth company commander looked at Rozim lying on the ground, then laughed and said:

"Although he was embarrassed when he was in a coma, he was very handsome when he was wielding the knife."

The tense nerves exploded, and all the candidates began to laugh, and Soshyan was surprised to hear himself laugh.

But the sight of the tenth company commander quickly silenced them.

"I'm telling the truth. He is stronger than all of you at this point, that is, even in the face of invincible forces, he has the courage to swing a knife!"

Then he gently kicked Rozim on the ground with his foot.

"Okay, stop pretending, get up."

Rozim shrank his neck and got up from the ground numbly.

"Have you taken it?"

"Impressed."

"Just take it, everyone! Come with me immediately, your trial will start soon!"

The scene of that year flashed in front of Soshyan like a revolving lantern, vivid in his mind.

After a long silence, he sighed softly.

"The tenth company commander really liked you back then."

Rozim lowered his head, looked at the photo in his hand, and shed tears very rarely. Bean-sized teardrops fell on the photo and shattered into countless pieces.

"I... let him down."

"It's not your fault that the renovation failed, it's just... alas."

Soshyan stood up, walked over to Rozim, and put his hand on the other's shoulder.

"There are not many brothers left from Obsidian, Rozim, I'm not trying to blame you or scold you, I just hope you can protect yourself, I know your temper, I just don't want me to look around one day When you find yourself alone... Remember, we will always be brothers, whether you are Astartes or not, don't be embarrassed by your past, the food you cook nourishes the stomachs of all warriors and soul, let them know that there is a place to call home in the dark galaxy."

Saying that, Soshyan sat back in his chair and smiled:

"Remember the first time we met? That canteen battle."

Rozim put the photo on the table, rubbed the tears on his face, and laughed.

"Why don't I remember, although my memory is not as good as before, I have never forgotten this incident."

Looking at Rozim's smiling face, Soshyan's memory was pulled back to a hundred years ago——

As soon as Soshyan walked into the cafeteria, he found that it was very lively.

It stands to reason that during lunch, it should be very quiet, and everyone will not even speak when they eat.

But today is different.

"Kill him! Kill this bastard!"

The hungry candidates shouted, and several were wrestling together, knocking over wooden tables and spilling hot porridge on the ground.

It was only after Soshyan asked that Rozim accidentally bumped into a candidate named Aksai and Nader while lining up to scoop porridge. Aksai's bowl was knocked over, and the two young men were splashed all over. food.

The key point is that Rozimli has a bad attitude, and even blames Aksai for not having eyes.

Weeks of starvation and grueling training had fueled anger, and the two men instantly went into a frenzy, punching and kicking Rozim.

How could Rozim be the one who didn't fight back, and immediately fought one-on-two.

But it's not the worst, Soshyan was just called in because the candidates had just been split up, and he was the squad leader, as for his team--

That's it for the three wrestling now.

Soshyan couldn't help but scolded, there was no other choice, if no one intervened, Axel and Nader looked like they would be happy to beat Rozim to death, and Rozim would most likely kill one of them. Head twisted down.

No one else seemed to want to mediate, they were all busy cheering.

"stop!"

Soshyan rushed forward, he jumped onto a bench and jumped up using the table as a springboard.

The weight of his body and the kinetic energy of his jumps brought him into the fight, and the moment he landed, he quickly clamped Axe and Nader's necks with both arms, pressing them to the ground.

At this point his strength and physique showed overwhelming superiority.

Rozim was also knocked away, smashing his head on the hard ground of the hall floor.

But Aksai was so fast that he broke free of Soshyan and shook his fist at him.

In desperation, Soshyan had to kick and hit the opponent's chin.

Aksai flipped back and he stumbled into another table, food and porridge all over the place.

"You bastard! I'm not full!!"

A sturdy candidate whom Soshyan didn't know stood up angrily, holding a spoon in his hand, and leaped over the table to attack him.

Soshyan was also annoyed. He felt that his luck was particularly bad during this time, and he hardly encountered anything good.

"If you don't feel good, come and be beaten!!"

Soshyan roared, knocking him down with a punch under the chin, but the man's friend was clearly not happy about it and ran over to attack.

Suddenly, there seemed to be a signal that everyone began to fight.

The emotions have reached the breaking point, and for no specific reason, bowls of porridge began to splash around.

The benches were broken off by some candidates as makeshift weapons, the candidates attacked each other in anger, and all began to fight on their own.

Somehow, Soshyan suddenly sounded that the greenskin had a kind of behavior called a big scoundrel.

In formal military terminology, this kind of thing is called camp roaring, especially in the astral army recruit camp, which often happens, mainly due to the continuous brutal training and strict discipline that keep the soldiers' emotions squeezed for a long time.

That's why there is always no shortage of bars and brothels around the Astral Army's garrison.

But their Astartes, this is the monastery fortress, the candidates can only overcome with prayer and meditation day after day, but they are not Astartes after all—

"Damn."

Soshyan stepped back and bumped into someone, his fist was ready to strike, but he saw that it was Rozim.

The barbarian looked ready to hit him too, but shrugged and stopped when he saw who he was.

"Get out of the way!"

He suddenly shouted ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Soshyan hurriedly fell to the ground, dodging a chair flying over his head.

Then Soshyan didn't even look at it, kicked his foot, and the attacker was kicked in the crotch, let out a high-frequency scream, and then he rolled aside to avoid a boot that was kicked out by someone , found himself rolled under a table, briefly freed from the vortex of fighting.

There was madness outside, roars, groans of pain filled the air, blood spattered to the ground.

But in a strange sense they seemed to be enjoying it again, and getting up and fighting was a good way to vent these lads.

Suddenly, a body bumped against him, Soshyan turned around, and saw that Rozim had also rolled into the bottom of the table. The initiator of this big gang is now bruised and swollen, and he no longer had the prestige he had before.

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