The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Latest website: Santo Joel has not slept for a long time, in the past he always had too much to do, and the actions of his men had to be constantly monitored and intervened when appropriate.

Although the Space Marine physique allows him to be alert at all times, and lack of sleep will not affect him too much, he has been so tired lately that the long-lost sleep has unknowingly found him again.

Since he was the Chapter Master, Soshyan gave him a separate cabin and even allowed him to bring his own mortal servants.

But at this time he was tossing and turning on the bed, and the **** dream was tormenting him.

Traitors are walking through the burning world, demons lead twisted legions on **** roads, and the screams of billions of humans are shaking the foundations of the real world.

The Milky Way is constantly fluctuating, armies are rushing out of cracks in the sky, and the great brass bell is ringing the doomsday bell.

Blood red and pitch black rolled before his eyes.

He desperately wanted to destroy the enemy, spread his wings and swung a blow——

The clamor of battle, the mockery of traitors, the burning empire, and the unforgivable crimes call for vengeance in time and space of eternity.

An unquenchable anger.

But... no, not this madness...

... swinging arms, swimming in blood...

……sink……

sink.

sink.

sink--

The roar shook the deck, causing Soshyan to stop.

He was about to find Santo Joel when he heard some movement, so he stood still and listened.

Talos was beside him, looking a little bored.

"Talos, did you hear that too?"

"I heard……"

Talos looked hesitant.

"Honestly I've heard that voice many times, you know... the sons of Sanguinius and I have a grudge, I've seen them fall a few times, so I suggest you better put Drop these time bombs."

"Well, but I've decided..."

The roar sounded again, clearly audible, and the source was at the end of the passage in front of them.

Soshyan interrupted himself and shook his head.

"Go and see."

Santo Joel is facing the enemy, and a huge face is gradually emerging above his head, and it is looking down at himself with victory.

"Horus!"

Santo Joel gasped, and a huge claw reached down and grabbed him, ready to crush him.

Double anger hit him together, and he felt the anger at that time, the first attack of the blood defect, and the second anger came from the moment, from the memory of loss.

He remembered his past and was angry at the sinking of himself.

The two rages fueled each other, intensified the hurt, and dragged him further.

Deep red, turned into pitch black.

The echoes of his own past, the echoes of the fallen angel, and the cry of revenge were a clamor that shattered all coherent thoughts.

Sink into the dark and drink blood.

Crimson's hunger and thirst are never satisfied, not even a sea of ​​blood can suffice.

A sea of ​​blood...

"grown ups."

A faint voice mingled in the din of hell.

"grown ups!"

Soon, a pair of weak hands were shaking his arms.

Santo Joel suddenly woke up, and he suddenly stretched out his hands under the stimulation of the terrifying thing in the dream, holding the servant's throat, at the same time, his teeth were stretched out, his face was bloodshot, and he was as ferocious as a ghoul.

"Sir, it's me!"

The servant's twisted fingers tried in vain to release Dante's hand.

Dante's fangs stretched out, and the mortal's heart rate rose sharply under his iron grip.

"My lord, please wake up!"

The next moment, the suffocating pressure on the servant's throat disappeared, and Santo Joel's face gradually became brighter.

The servant took a few steps back. This was not the first time he had encountered such a situation, and he would not have dared to enter if not.

Santo Joel rubbed his head and hurriedly got out of bed.

"Feel sorry......."

"My lord, the Chapter Commander of the Astral Knights is here."

"Is he there?"

"At this."

With that said, the door was pushed open, Soshyan walked in, and Talos chose to stay outside - he said he didn't like the cursed smell.

Santo Joel didn't wear power armor, just a red robe, he stood up and turned to Soshyan.

"Hello, Soshyan Chapter Master, I hope it didn't scare you."

"To be honest, if you couldn't control yourself at the last moment just now, I might actually rush in and kill you."

Santo Joel grinned.

"It's not too late now."

Soshyan shook his head.

"I talked to Marshal Austin about your disposal plan."

"Oh? I'd like to hear about it."

"He has given up on chasing you, but...you will be handed over to your mother group, the Holy Blood Angels, and the Captain of the Dante Chapter will finally decide your fate."

Santo Joel looked at Soshyan and laughed miserably.

"Ha, what a merciful arrangement."

"This is also my bottom line. After all, you have been declared rebellious by the high lords. The Alliance of Suffering will never be able to fight against the Empire. I hope you can understand."

Santo Joel nodded.

"I can understand, and I'm also grateful that you kept our . . . only dignity in the end."

"Be optimistic, things may not be that bad, but Captain Dante is a kind and wise elder, and he won't necessarily clean you up."

"There is no difference between life imprisonment in the Tower of Angels and execution."

Soshyan was silent, and he didn't know what to say. After all, something happened to the Flesh Tearer. Now Dante is under a lot of pressure. I'm afraid it will be difficult to cover up the blood knights, and there is a high probability of sending them to the mother group. Also just give them a decent exit.

Santo Joel sighed, looking tired, and continued:

"You have been the kindest person to us all these years, Soshyan Chapter Commander, I have nothing extravagant, in this dark galaxy, a decent exit is very precious."

"Sorry...I can't do more."

"But there is one thing I hope you can agree to...

"what?"

Santo Joel hesitated for a moment, then said softly:

"Blood, preferably the blood of a living person. Some brothers have been without food for a long time. If it goes on for a long time...they will get out of control."

Soshyan looked at him and nodded.

"I'll arrange it right away."

"there's one more thing."

"what?"

"There is an area on the Blood Curse...a hidden area~www.wuxiaspot.com~ where several brothers are locked up."

Seeing the hesitant appearance of the other party, Soshyang immediately understood.

"Death Company?"

"It can no longer be called a company. Our death company was destroyed a long time ago. Now there are only a few brothers who have recently fallen into black rage. We have been plagued by red thirst all year round, but not many have fallen into black anger."

"Then what do you want to do with them."

"I hope you can help me end their pain. They should have shed the last drop of blood for the Emperor on the battlefield, but now it seems that there is no chance."

Soshyan thought for a moment, then his eyes moved slightly, and he said softly:

"This... not necessarily."

"Um?"