The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Lord Magyar, the captain of the Ascetics regiment, walked into the reception hall, followed by an honor guard, and his most elite warriors wore scarred armor.

And his own figure with a large number of carved bones is as breathless as ever.

Soshyan stepped forward to greet him, and the two hugged.

"Head Soshyang, it's been a long time."

After the separation, Soshyang took a look at Mazar and found that although the opponent was still so determined and hearty, there was unconcealable tiredness in his eyes.

"Where did you come back from, Lord Magyar?"

"Just returned from the Griffin Galaxy."

Mazar's voice still resembles Hongzhong, but Soshyan can perceive the deep pain in it.

"There are two mining worlds where huge genetic stealers' lairs have been found. The tech sages of Griffin No. 4 racked their brains and couldn't completely eliminate them, so I went to support... In a **** battle, the battle group paid a heavy price."

"How about the casualties?"

"I lost a hundred and thirty-one outstanding soldiers."

This number surprised Soshjan.

"What happened in the Griffin Galaxy?"

But Mazar seemed reluctant to answer this question.

"We encountered an enemy we had never seen before, and this caused us to suffer a heavy loss. Fortunately, we were supplemented with the supplies for the forging of World Griffin 4, which made the loss seem less terrible."

Soshyan sighed.

"It's really eventful now."

"It's true. At the end of the fortieth millennium, there are always all kinds of dark premonitions. Anyway, I heard that you have done a lot of great things during this period?"

Soshyan nodded.

"Yes, we also wiped out a gene-stealer's lair, and then suppressed a chaotic rebellion, destroyed many demons, and wiped out a group of spirit pirates..."

With that, Soshyang stopped, he was hesitating whether to tell the soul-drinker's rebellion.

But then I thought about it, this matter has probably been publicized, and there is no point in concealing it, so he continued:

"In the suppression of the Chaos Rebellion, I got to know the former commander of the Soul Drinker Gorge. He is a great warrior, but some of his brothers are not... The think tank curator and pastor have fallen. They have set off a rebellion and killed Gorge. I have witnessed the whole process."

"I also heard."

Lord Magyar's eyes were awe-inspiring, with anger and hatred burning in his eyes.

"Aliens and heretics are certainly hateful, but the most hateful are these traitors who are perfidious! Tell me, Soshyan, how many of these traitor minions have you killed."

"Many, but not all, Sarperdon managed to escape with witchcraft."

"I hope that one day I can put an end to this **** traitor."

Seeing the commander of the ascetic warrior who gritted his teeth, Soshyang's heart turned, he didn't know whether he should reveal that he had taken the soul drinker's loyal fighters.

His reason tells him that this cannot be said.

But if in the future, the two battle groups need to fight side by side because of an emergency, can this kind of thing be concealed?

It doesn't seem easy, because Magyar knows the number of star knights before, and the sudden increase in the number will inevitably arouse the suspicion of the other party, and I am afraid it will be more difficult to explain by then.

More importantly, at the end of this turbulent forty thousand years, the astral knights really need a few reliable allies.

An idea started to build in his mind very early.

So Soshyan made a decision.

"Lord Magyar, I... have something else to tell you in private."

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Two hours later, the catacombs of the Monastery of the Astral Knights.

Soshyan and Magyar stood side by side, staring at Gorgeli's body for a long time.

The fallen battle commander was placed in a metal coffin carefully crafted by craftsmen and kept at extremely low temperatures.

"Thank you for telling me about it, Soshyan."

Magyar's tone was more serious and heavy than ever.

"But you should know what it means to do this. You are too young. You know very little about the relationship and the game between the High Lords Council and the Astarte. They will not tolerate this kind of thing. "

"I know."

Soshyang answered in a low voice and sighed.

"But this is Gorgeli’s last wish. I will complete it no matter what. I have sworn that once all the traitors are eliminated, the stain on the banner of the soul drinker will be wiped out, and they can re-form their own battle group. Restore one's own mark and glory."

The top of the coffin is transparent glass, and Gorge's calm face can be seen inside.

"It's a sad sight."

Mazar whispered:

"Soshyan, you know me...I have imagined countless times, dreamed that one day I will be like him, lying in a coffin, silently...I live too long Now, death is sometimes a luxury."

"Death is our common destiny."

Soshyan nodded in agreement.

"Let’s talk about this, Soshyan, I believe you. If you are willing to share this secret with me, it means that you are fundamentally different from that Huron. It proves that you have never put your personal desires above loyalty, but others may not. Think of it this way. In this galaxy, everyone has become accustomed to speculating on others with the greatest maliciousness."

"So I hope you can keep it secret for me."

Mazar nodded.

"This is natural, I just remind you ~www.wuxiahere.com~ don't trust others, don't tell a third person about this."

"Isn't it okay for Brother Malakin?"

"he--"

Lord Magyar showed a confused expression.

"Why mention him? He doesn't seem to have any connection with this matter."

"I have an idea, it's been a long time."

Soshyang carefully considered his words, but Magyar on the opposite side was very interested.

"Talk about it."

"At the end of this forty thousand years, various heretics and aliens have become more and more active. Every battle group seems to be in the quagmire of hard fighting. I foresee that some kind of drastic change may come... Do, the situation of the various battle groups will only get worse and worse. This is the moment when we need unity the most."

Mazar narrowed his eyes slightly.

"what do you mean--"

"I propose to form a loose and equal alliance. Everyone supports each other, regularly shares intelligence, exchanges materials, and conducts joint exercises. Under the premise of not violating the laws of the Empire and being loyal to the Golden Throne, any battle group will be attacked, and other battle groups will be attacked. Support must be unconditional. When a huge threat arises, the alliance will initiate a joint operation, and the alliance members will vote together to determine who the highest commander is."

After listening, Mazar was silent for about a minute, then stroking his chin, slowly responding.

"interesting."

"This is just a preliminary idea."

"I see a little drama, what do you plan to call this alliance?"

Soshyang thought for a moment and replied:

"It's called the Alliance of Misery."