The Emperor’s Angel of Death

　　 The evening sun shone on the top of the mountain, and a thunder eagle screamed and landed on the carefully concealed tarmac, falling straight into the mountain like a light.

　　 This huge vehicle landed quickly from the orbit, but at this moment it moved carefully, as if a scavenger beast was approaching a dead beast that seemed to be dead but still alive.

When Thunderhawk’s hatch opened in the sizzle of steam, an interstellar warrior straightened his cloak and got out of it. The vortex of air surrounded him, seeming to want his cloak from that midnight. Ripped off the dark armor.

　　 Behind him, two squads of fighters are following him, forming an assault team and walking out of the apron.

　　 Then, the lead star warrior took off his helmet and hung it on his waist, and used one hand to tightly hold the brand new handle of his blaster that had not fired a shot.

　　 These star warriors briefly communicated for a moment, and then walked forward to leave the tarmac.

　　 In front of them, a tall gate made of wood and bronze stood tall.

　　 This is not a road that will be used in combat, but an entrance and exit for ceremonies, a road that goes deep into the mountain.

The leading interstellar warrior walked towards the gate first, and the other black armored warriors in the squad followed him in perfect rhythm. They all held a black shield in their hands with a pair of upward crossed swords carved with ivory. One of the standard bearers also held a banner with the same coat of arms.

　　 This is a brand new badge of glory, but it also makes people feel that it has an ancient history.

　　 And all of this is being watched by the current owner of the fortress. From the moment they left the tarmac, a pair of eyes have been watching them.

　　 "They are here."

　　 Soshyang said solemnly.

"I know."

　　 There was a reply from Brother Said's speaker.

　　 "When they descend from the orbit, I can kill them a dozen times."

　　 "They are reckless, untested, and very young, just like me.",

　　 Hearing Soshyan’s words, Brother Said revealed a rare human side, and replied with exaggerated laughter:

　　 "You have never been young, and you have matured like an old man since you entered the battle group."

　　 "Yes, I am not young anymore."

　　 Soshyang sighed and pressed the hilt around his waist, hoping that he didn't need to pull it out later.

　　 "Death makes us mature."

　　 The origin of this team of star warriors is clear to Soshyang. Even before they came, Lysander had conveyed the decision of the Terra High Lords Council to Soshyang in advance.

　　 They are the newly formed Sable Swords battle group, which came to receive the monastery fortress and all the properties of the astral knights, including the battle group servants and the conscription world.

Soshyan had already expected such a situation, so he had moved the important materials in the monastery to the secret warehouse of the track ahead of time, and erased all records, leaving only some unimportant leftovers left in the monastery. In the armory.

　　 But even so, the shame of losing his homeland still makes Soshyang feel like a knife.

　　 More importantly, although there is still a strike cruiser [Starfire] in orbit, they have already lost control of this warship in principle, and now they want to leave, they must convince these uninvited guests.

　　 It's not that Soshyang didn't want to leave early, but his sense of honor did not allow him to do so. Even if he wanted to abandon his homeland, as a war captain of the empire, he had to hand it over to the receiver instead of squirming around.

　　In the visualizer, the team has entered the Hall of Honor in the fortress.

Their footsteps echoed in this hall that was supposed to be filled with the voices of soldiers who were ready to go to war. At this moment, it was as silent as a tomb. The statues with hoods on both sides were covered with dust, and only neat flames radiated out. The twinkling light illuminates this once grand vestibule.

　　 A skull floating in the air hovered in the middle of the hall. An oil lamp hung on the lower jaw of the skull. As the soldiers approached, the skull swayed backwards.

They walked deeper and deeper under the guidance of the servo skull, passing through empty corridors and empty aisles. Numerous statues were illuminated by fire, and their godless eyes watched the team of strangers. The once glorious road no longer rings the warrior expedition. Triumph on the return.

　　 There used to be a thousand soldiers living and training here, but now there is nothing left, everyone can feel it, every stone flows out of pain and confusion.

　　 Death enveloped here.

Finally, the servo skull took them to a huge auditorium. Its shiny walls were reflected in different colors by more than a dozen pieces of stained glass. These glasses are part of a cleverly designed reflective system that can introduce external light into the core of the mountain. .

　　 Thirty-four warriors in silver armor stood on the steps at the other end of the room, bathed in the embers of the dying sun.

The warrior headed by 　　 wore an iron halo, and a fearless mecha stood beside him. The proud battle group flag was blown by the artificial air currents in the room, like a sigh.

　　 "I am Soshyan Ariksha, the new commander of the Astral Knights."

　　 Soshyang made a brief introduction of himself, and then the fearless beside him also spoke.

　　 "I am Brother Said, the tutor of the astral knights, the lord of obsidian."

　　 "The first company commander of the battle group between Sables, Brother Dai Gen."

The person leading 　　 also responded.

　　 "So, you came here to receive our monastery fortress and all the properties inside?"

　　 "Yes, this is an order of the Emperor and the Council of High Lords Tyra."

　　 Soshyan walked down the steps, every step accompanied by anger.

"For a battle group that gave everything to the empire, this is the end of nothing! This mountain range was once home to hundreds of generations of warriors of the Astral Knights battle group. The greatest heroes once set off from the gate here and participated. One cruel war after another, tell me how you are worthy of owning here."

　　 "Your numbers are too scarce, and you can no longer bear the responsibility of rebuilding the battle group."

　　 Degan said, walking to Soshyan and looking at the soldier who was a head higher than himself.

　　 "All of your veterans have died in battle, not long ago you were just a recruit."

　　 "You are telling us something we already know."

　　 Brother Said suddenly interrupted Dai Gen. The roar from the Dreadnaught Mecha loudspeaker made the recruits of Sable Sword nervous. Obviously, the survivors of this destroyed battle group were unwilling to accept their fate.

　　 "Our brother sacrificed his life and freed billions of souls from the horror of alien forms. This is what we deserve in return!"

　　 snarled fearlessly and walked down the stairs.

　　 "We will be erased from the record, and our fortress will be handed over to a group of warriors without history?"

　　 Still keeping calm, Dai Gen shook his head.

　　 "The Sable Sword may indeed be young and untested, but we are not without honor or disrespect for those who sacrificed before us."

　　 "Let's talk about it then."

　　 Soshyang looked at Dai Gen, who was undoubtedly an excellent fighter, composed, calm, neither humble nor arrogant.

　　 "What are you going to do to be worthy of our sacrifice?"

　　While Soshyang asked~www.wuxiahere.com~ Brother Said's fists clenched and clanged.

　　 Degen’s Yu Guang noticed this. He realized that this fearlessness could knock him into a ball in an instant, but then he faced Soshyan with the same tough goal.

"You will get an opportunity to continue your proud tradition. There is a strike cruiser in orbit, and you can take it away, just as the astral knights did before they were buried in gold, rock and steel, and enter the stars again. Continue to fight in the name of the emperor until you can no longer fight."

　　 said, the Sable Swords stepped aside and gave way to leave the room.

　　 "When that day comes, you will know that only death is the end of your duties."

Everything went well afterwards. Degan not only handed the Strike Cruiser to Soshjan, but also allowed him to take away those servants who were willing to continue to follow the Astral Knights. For example, he was picked in the same period as Soshjan, but Rozim Premki, the chef of the battle group who failed to accept the transformation.

　　 After a long time of simple cleaning, Soshyan led the members of the clan to board the strike cruiser [Spark].

One thing after 　　 went up, Soshyan asked the Star Whisperer to send a message, asking them not to ship the batch of supply equipment previously customized by the battle group, and they would pick it up in person.

　　The goal is to forge the world horse\'Kande II planet.

　　 "Start the subspace engine and head to Ma\'Kande II at full speed."

　　 On the command bridge, looking at the home planet of the battle group that gradually turned into a spot of light, Soshyan clenched his hand armor.

　　 Their battle group has since become rootless duckweed, but one day, he will definitely rebuild a bigger fortress, a legion fortress!