The Emperor’s Angel of Death

The third deck of the passenger ship belongs to the civilian cabin with the lowest fee. It is almost the same as the bottom nest slums. The long voyage often takes weeks or even months. Some slightly affluent passengers will choose to bring their own tents and sleeping bags for the folding bed of Mi 5.

Since there will be no meals provided in the civilian cabin, passengers either go to the restaurant to eat expensive fast food, or solve it by themselves. Some even set up private kitchens to make cheap food for sale with the raw materials they carry.

In a sense, this is a small city, only more filthy and chaotic, but the basic law and order is still there. The crew and guards with electric shock batons will often patrol here to beat some unlucky people who don't like it.

Sisina sat cross-legged on the bed in a separate small cabin. She was covered with a light brown robe, which almost covered her from head to toe, only revealing a pair of eyes.

A small censer to her left, backed against a cold wall, hardly compares to the comfort of her meditation room on the Inquisition cruiser, or even the austere room on Serenity II , but she was too tired, desperate for short breaks and occasional comforts.

Just sitting down, closing your eyes, and not looking back is enough.

As the minutes passed, she regained a little energy, and found her mind wandering, rising on the wings of thought, a strange prescient pressure came upon her—like a slowly forming mass of Water filled the space in her head.

Her senses let her know in a dim way that a prophetic trance was coming if she chose to let it go.

At first, she refused, and chose to spend some time to stabilize her mentality and restore her strength. After all, there are mixed fish and dragons here. Although it is a good place to hide, there will also be various accidents.

Her master and her colleagues are dead, and now she can only rely on herself. Before using that kind of spiritual power, she is just a twenty-year-old girl who is a little weaker than normal people.

But the tide over her mind was not so easily quelled, and another of her thoughts told her that only by accepting the visions offered by the trance state could she hope to foresee what was before her.

She wasn't sure if it was her own thoughts, but finally gave in to the pressure, sighed softly, closed her eyes, and cleared her mind.

Visions of future madness flooded her head like dark clouds over a tree canopy.

first of all…

It was the same, the same as before, always the same.

The cold hit her, and although she wasn't sure if she was actually part of the illusion, or just watching events from somewhere "distant," she still felt naked: ice formed on her skin, Every breath was hot from her mouth.

For any physical being, the Warp is an abyss.

The next second, her spirit was standing on a huge gray stone pillar, with no shelter around her, and any nasty breeze that caught her would send her rolling down the steep side.

At this moment she is like a lamb on the altar.

She cried, was terrified, and sickened, even though she'd seen all of it before.

This is the fourth time she has witnessed the sight.

Then, there seemed to be something in the clouds in front of her, an invisible being breaking through the fog of confused thinking, moving like a shadow under the water, getting closer.

Just like before, she knew what it was.

Forced from the pillar, she was lifted aloft by a black armored beast bearing the emblem of a winged sword—a horrific scene created before her, almost certain to happen to her.

But there's more to come.

She tried to see the monster holding her, but it was blurry...

Suddenly, it was gone, and so was her consciousness, and Sisina's soul sank into darkness, hatred and anger boiling around her.

She believed that she had seen it all and lived through it all, and that symbol represented an identity.

dark angel...

The Dark Angels are traitors, they have fallen, they have secretly betrayed the Empire and the Emperor.

Sciena trusted her senses, though she knew the nature of Warp visions was half-truths and guesswork.

"Well-"

The girl woke up panting, thick bile stagnated in her mouth, she lay on the edge of the bed, throwing up and choking, clutching her stomach, and it took a while to recover.

it's too cold…

Suddenly, she heard the radio, and the ship was about to arrive at the port.

The girl struggled to get to the head of the bed, turned on the kettle, and poured herself a cup of hot water. After waiting for her body to gradually recover, she opened the pillow, picked up the belt and leg ring, and tied it around her waist and left thigh. Then he fastened a laser pistol to his waist, hung a miniature needle pistol on his leg ring, then a dagger, and finally packed his small baggage.

When she walked out of the hatch, people outside had already started queuing up to take the elevator. The scene was very chaotic, with shouts and curses everywhere, and there were people running in the middle, which often represented a thief who had succeeded.

The journey went smoothly. As the judge's entourage, she had a perfect identity disguise that was completely impossible to be discovered. Soon she left the passenger ship and came to the airport, and boarded the transport plane to the ground.

She has to go back to the master's secret residence first, find a way to contact other colleagues who are still alive, and hand over the evidence she has to a trustworthy person who has the power to avenge the dead.

Sciena knew what kind of force she was complaining about, a group of powerful Space Marines, a start-up regiment.

But she must avenge her master.

Not long after the girl boarded the transport plane, another group of people also entered the airport through the secret VIP passage.

"The boss said, catch people, get two tons of palladium per person, find something, add another ton per person, this money is enough to go to a remote world and live comfortably as a nobleman for a lifetime."

Headed by a slender figure, taller than most men and slender, he wore a mask that seemed to have been fashioned by a whimsical sculptor, with a fixed, haughty expression frozen on it, a An electric blue cloak covered his body from the neck down, beneath which a pearl gray sheen could be seen.

Behind him, there are six figures, they are male and female, tall, or short, but without exception, they are very famous killers and bounty hunters in the Maelstrom area, but almost no one has seen their real faces. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

Not long ago, a mysterious benefactor issued a dangerous mission. The death-worshiping assassin called Gray Ghost accepted the mission and summoned some of his past partners, but Gray Ghost himself said that he I don't know who the real boss is, his upline is just a middleman.

But these are not important. The important thing is that this is a mission with extremely rich rewards. Even if it is to assassinate a planetary governor, someone may not be able to offer such a price.

And what they have to face is only the "little trouble" of the Tribunal, and their "peers" who seem to have also accepted the task.

They had fought against the followers of the Inquisition in the Galaxy of Grief before, and they had also fought against those who had accepted the same mission. The mysterious benefactor hired many killers, but there was only one bounty.

There is only one goal.

Two chapters of the plot, not a branch line, but a closing line

(end of this chapter)