The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Having dealt with the cannibal leader, Talos turned around and watched as Sablin rescued the caged men one by one. Men and women greeted these gigantic angels with tears, some rejoicing that they survived, others weeping over their pale remains.匢

Donovan Jr. was reunited with his older sister, a girl of twelve or thirteen years old, with unhealed wounds on her shoulder and thigh that had deteriorated and were bleeding pus.

But her situation is even relatively good. Some people have been "enjoyed" in advance. The cannibals first cut off their hands or legs to enjoy, but did not kill them immediately for the freshness of the food, but these People can't live long because of excessive blood loss.

After that, under the leadership of Donovan, Talos and others came to the only "peaceful" place in this area, a refugee camp.

It was a camp hidden in the neighborhood church, and perhaps in their most desperate moments these outcasts tried to appeal to the Lord of Mankind, and obtained its aid, but the Emperor's icon was silent—

It will always be silent.

But although he was speechless, an envoy spoke on his behalf.

The clerics claim to be, the enforcers claim to be, and the rulers of the hive repeat themselves to be.匢

But everyone knows that there is only one kind of person who can completely replace the Emperor, and that is His Angel of Death.

Talos felt the expectant silence as he walked into the dilapidated refugee camp, the only light source here were the small candles that were almost burnt out, many eyes watched him from the shadows, and the sound of gasping echoed in his ears , and the low moan of the dying, and—

He smelled a bit of corpse odor. Judging from the bones in the corner, it was clear that the people here did not simply rely on scavenging to survive. It can only be said that maintaining the most basic civilization has become a luxury.

At this time, Sablin suddenly left the queue. He went straight to the side of the church foyer, in front of a dilapidated tent shrouded in darkness. When he opened the rag-like curtain, he saw a ragged, A haggard woman with a shriveled chest was holding a baby who was covered in bruise. The woman cut open her hand, letting blood drip on the baby's lips. The chapped lips were still humming an unknown nursery rhyme.

The woman didn't seem to pay attention to the giant's detection. Sablin squatted down and said in a low voice:

"He's dead...stop it, or you'll die too."

The woman hugged the dead baby tightly as if getting an electric shock, dragged her body backwards with difficulty, and looked at the giant who was close at hand in horror.匢

Sablin took off his helmet, his dark eyes glistening in the darkness, and he stretched out his hand towards the woman.

"Already saved . . . no longer—"

The woman screamed suddenly, stood up against the wall, and ran towards the distance with a limp, but fell to the ground due to weakness within a few steps. Even so, she held the dead baby tightly to her chest, curled up into a The regiment let out a heart-rending cry.

"ah--!"

Sablin suddenly roared, and slammed his fist on the ground, causing cracks to appear on the entire marble floor, scaring the refugees to hide in the darkness.

He turned his head and looked at the statue of the emperor towering in the huge alcove of the church, where the candlelight was the brightest. He could see some food piled up around the pulpit in front of the statue, from ration sticks to moldy bread , and so on.

Sablin, who is known for his calmness and calmness, walked up to the lectern, kicked it over, and then grabbed a handful of food and held it in midair.匢

"Better, rather starve to death! Are you all going to give your life-saving things to a stone! Ah! It's just a stone!"

Suddenly, there was a commotion in the shadows, a faint light came from a distance, and he could see that they were escorting a bearded priest, his wild moans echoing through the church.

"Long live!"

The old priest yelled almost deliriously.

"Hail to the God-Emperor's Angel!"

In the last few steps, he insisted on walking by himself, knelt down in front of him as hard as he could, with tears of joy in his eyes, as if the torture and pain during this period had finally paid off.

"Thanks to the God-Emperor! Praise the God-Emperor! We have passed these tests! We have been redeemed!"

Sablin looked down at the other party. Everyone was dressed in rags, and everyone was disheveled, but this priest was still quite glamorous, and there was no trace of hunger.

He smiled, showing pale teeth like a ghost at midnight.

"It seems that you are full, and you still have the strength to kneel down..."

"Well-"

The pastor was stunned for a moment, raised his head slightly, saw the food that Sablin was holding in his fist, and then said in a low voice:

"That...that's a believer...a symbol of piety, it's for the emperor..."

Sablin lifted the opponent up.匢

"I guess the Emperor must be eager to hear your screams right now."

This is, a hand held his wrist.

"That's enough. Killing him won't quell your anger, and it won't be of any use. Don't let anger consume your sanity."

The strength of his hand was so strong that he abruptly pushed Sablin's arm down. Seeing that it was Cassati, he let go of his palm and let the priest fall.

"stand up."

Talos' voice was very calm, with an irresistible force, the priest seemed to be held by an invisible force, and then stood up slowly.

"Tell me, the truth, what happened."

Soon, an astonishing truth came out from the pastor's trembling lips.

The matter is simple, but it is actually very simple. Since Angstrom was besieged, those around rely on the foundry world to provide promethium (I mentioned earlier that the Goliath-class factory ship is the main means of promethium supply for the hive city) The hive immediately encountered an energy crisis, but if it was just this, no terrible disaster would happen, but the problem lies in the fact that the food supply of the entire Maelstrom was already highly strained before that~www.wuxiaspot.com~Angus Tom is not only the largest promethium producer in the Maelstrom, but also the largest synthetic food manufacturer in the Maelstrom. Although the proportion of the entire production does not seem to be high, the proportion of trade is extremely high.

Although other hives also have their own food production and processing industry and promethium refining industry, they are basically maintained in a barely self-sufficient situation in general. That is to say, even if there is a fluctuation of a few percentage points in the trade market, there will be immediate feedback , at the same time, the hive must also undertake another obligation—

War tax for expeditionary forces.

This is an extremely huge expenditure. Due to the continuation of the war, the previous conscription plan has been expanded three times, reaching a scale of two billion. All the food and clothing of these soldiers must be borne by the world of Maelstrom. For the logistics personnel serving the expeditionary force, half a year after the issuance of the military ticket, its scope has far exceeded the original limited range. Numerous nobles and hive rulers were forced to hand over much of their wealth to support the expedition, which was soon passed on to the commoners.

For example, in this Hive City, nine rounds of war taxes were collected in one year.

This made the Hive Capital unprecedentedly tense, and when food prices rose to an unacceptable level, riots broke out, and some people even began to attack promethium storage plants and food processing plants, which further gave birth to a terrible disaster—the occurrence of famine .匢

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