The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Standard Terran Calendar, 957.m41

Storm Field, Nathan Galaxy, Nathan Four

Soshyan never imagined that when he came home one day, he would be greeted by a funeral.

He went all the way down from the landing platform, turning back only once to see the Thunder Eagle soaring into the clear blue sky in a puff of dirty smoke.

There are more than ten aircraft taking off and landing around. After the soldiers left the cabin, they formed a line and began to walk off the platform. Everyone's faces were heavy, because the monastery fortress was raided by the dark spirits. The company commander informed them.

After years of expansion, the monastery fortress is far from being a fortress. Even the original mountain road has been built with cable cars and railways, and many box-like carriages move along the paved wide road.

The paved tracks run along the main roads around the monastery fortress, and the trams run along seemingly endless cables. The trams have tine wheels in their wheel wells that snap into the tracks. The grooves in the hood allow these self-powered vehicles to move around, which keeps the air around the monastery free from engine exhaust and noise pollution, replaced by the occasional tearing sound and the cars switching tracks and passing fixed points. 's click.

These metal vehicles that traverse the main road come in all sizes, from small passenger vans to huge trailers and three-tier freight cars.

But only the Chapter's servants and auxiliary personnel can ride these vehicles, and these are basically built for them, just to increase their efficiency.

Walking through the Avenue of Glory, which only space warriors can walk, the entrance to the monastery fortress where Soshyan came, Elena and Armin and others were already waiting there.

Elena was wearing a simple black mourning dress, her face could be seen through the black scarf hat, her flawless skin and black hair could not hide the worry in her eyes - no matter how old she was. Beauty was overshadowed by the sadness in her eyes.

The servants had already set up the torches, and in every corner there were high piles of ceremonial grease candles, emperor icons, paper offerings, and badges made of resin.

Occasionally there was the sound of whips, but maybe it was just the sound of cables.

Looking at Armin's face mixed with guilt and self-blame, Soshyan sighed, as if someone had stabbed him in the chest.

And in front of his eyes, sorrow also surrounded the tenth company commander, as if all the things that made him and made him who he were had been pulled out and destroyed.

"Captain, I..."

Perhaps for the first time since becoming a Space Marine, Armin's tears flowed like beads as he choked, and he couldn't stop it.

"...I didn't do my job well."

Soshyan stepped forward and grabbed the opponent's arm.

"Then remember this remorse, and ask those fallen aliens tenfold in the future!"

Armin nodded, the tears disappeared, leaving only a strong revenge**.

"I certainly will!"

Soshyan patted him on the shoulder and walked to the gate, he needed to see the dead warriors with his own eyes.

Twenty-seven people, this is the last count.

Coming to the morgue, looking at the rows of corpses of recruits, Soshyan's expression almost distorted.

It's not that he has never killed his subordinates, and some occasions are more severe than this time, but the simple and cruel death of these recruits makes him feel extremely guilty.

Soshyan could only barely resist the incessant indignant accusation in his heart, where there was a voice that kept accusing everything that had happened was his fault.

At the same time, in his heart, he saw once again what the great prophet of the Eldar had said to himself——

The Comoros seem to have their eye on you.

But he never fully paid attention to the advice, and almost forgot it—until it was too late.

"I'll make all the responsible **** pay!"

Soshyan swore to the dead warriors:

"must!"

"Battlemaster..."

Suddenly, an unfamiliar voice came, Soshyan turned around, and saw a recruit with a bandage around his neck looking at him.

After thinking for a while, he recalled that the recruit was named Jacob, and he was one of Grey Marrow's suitors.

"...Ms. Veronica saved us."

Jacob hesitated for a moment, then continued:

"She's a psyker, but it doesn't matter, we might all be dead without her."

Saying that, he looked back at the recruits standing behind him, and then back at Soshyan.

"We will save her! We owe her a life."

Soshyan nodded slightly.

"Yes, but for now, let's give these brothers one last ride."

Funerals for Space Marines are not complicated, and after paying tribute to the fallen, they are escorted to the Chapter's mausoleum by the warriors.

The mausoleum is deep underground in the monastery fortress. When the surface buildings were constructed, many tombs and passages were carved by skilled craftsmen, and the warriors took heavy steps and walked through a row of tombs prepared for them.

In addition to the tombs, there are some sculptures here. Their figures are frozen at the moment of fighting against the ugly stone demons or aliens. This is also their only tombstone, from Daqia to Hell's Eye, from Armageddon to Pai Xingxing, Nearly a hundred fighting brothers have been buried here in just a few decades.

Soshyan walked behind the Chapter Cleric Yazdan, who was clad in full black power armor, his face hidden under a bronze skeleton helmet.

As a priest, he is also the guardian of the Chapter's undead, just as he is the guardian of the souls of the living.

Behind Soshyan, the fighting brethren carried coffins in which lay the remains of fallen recruits from ten companies, all covered in pure white shrouds.

The funeral procession walked through the tomb in silence. The extended walls were constantly flanked by niches carved out of the rock formation, each containing a helmet or a weapon, and inscriptions visible on the floor recorded the armor. and which warrior the weapon came from.

Eventually, they came to a large tomb, into which Soshyan led the team, with many empty pedestals.

"Worshiping the holy and pure human emperor, the tenth company fighting brother Cirillo Aaron once faced the fierce and stubborn, not afraid of the strong enemy, exhausted his ammunition, and died in **** battle."

The chief priest's voice was low and solemn, echoing throughout the tomb.

"...Destroy the enemy with a single blade, take death as a festival, the emperor is merciful, guards the king's side, the heaven and earth are endless, the battle is endless, the throne is on the top, Wanqing has the certificate, the loyal soul and heroic spirit is immortal."

Yazdan continued to recite, all the soldiers bowed their heads, and behind them, the young recruits listened carefully to every word of the priest, trying to figure out the meaning of the eulogy.

About two hours later ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The priest concluded with a commemorative prayer, and then the white-shelled machine slave closed the lid of the sarcophagus, filled the gap with soil, and turned the direction of some of the sarcophagus— This was so that the dead could find their way back to Terra and set foot on the road to the Emperor's embrace.

"In his holy name and grace, you will rest here until the throne calls upon the fallen warriors to serve him again."

The priest's last sentence is read to the dead, which also marks the end of the funeral.

Finally, Soshyan said:

"Praise the Emperor, our decision is only a reflection of His will, as it should be!"

"It is so."

The crowd immediately chanted, and the candles around the tomb were flickering faintly—

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