The Emperor’s Angel of Death

After a brief rest, Dante walked into the weapon room. His armor had been carefully taken care of. The glass behind the armor box looked like a collection in a museum.

He stared directly at the armor behind the glass, his wrinkled face reflected in the eternal golden mask of San Giles.

These two faces are almost exactly the same, after all, Dante has become very similar to his genetic ancestors after the conversion of the Holy Blood.

He then blinked, San Giles' mask remained indifferent, and Primarch's mouth was still wide open, shouting in righteous anger.

How ironic this is, the image of the emperor's deepest and most responsible heir in people's hearts will always be this furious expression.

There are thousands of artworks depicting San Giles in the fleet of the Holy Blood Angels and in the fortress monastery, but the most well-known image is still this face: the face of an angel who falls from the sky in anger, about to stain the battlefield red with blood.

It would be great if the gentler side of his genetic father could be known to the people, if there was no such endless war in the world.

If Dante has any desire, it is to be eliminated by peace and become an antique in the museum.

His desire is not only motivated by the interests of others, but also out of his own desire: if peace comes, then he no longer needs to carry the burden on him.

But the reality is cruel, peace will never come, and war has no end.

His only rest will come from death.

He had heard this sentence when he became Astarte, and now he understands the meaning of this sentence better than anyone, what a bitter understanding it is.

After a moment of thought, Dante stroked the touchpad with his finger.

The box reopened, and the servant walked out of the shadows.

He must become San Giles again.

Half an hour later, Dante walked towards the reception hall fully armed.

The size of this hall is suitable for the function of receiving VIPs, and the gorgeous decorations all around reflect the status of the Holy Blood Angel.

In fact, the official celebration banquet will be held in Hals Chery’s Nest three days later. This private banquet is limited to the three battle groups. It was Dante who took the initiative to invite the commanders of the other two battle groups to come.

Under the armor of this hall is a table that occupies most of the room. The table is designed to be round in order to take care of all the participants.

Although the seat belonging to the commander of the battle group is larger than that of the others, it is not too large to stand out.

In keeping with the usual style of the battle group, this room also has a gorgeous decoration, even a bit luxurious by the standards of this era.

Many flags are hung on the surrounding walls, a bowl of rubies is placed in front of each chair, each gem has a perfect blood drop shape, and the name of a deceased monk is engraved on the atomic level.

In the middle of the dome hangs a banner of the battle group, the red background and black border of the flag is painted with the blood drop symbol of the battle group, the floor is covered with delicate carpets, and the stone ground under them is also Seiko A masterpiece of a craftsman: pieces of black stone studded with red threads are cut into triangles

Shapes and squares are placed into complex geometric shapes.

The hall is lit by a dark red lamp, which makes its interior decoration very vague.

There is no one now, it is like a still heart, red and black, lifeless.

The sound of steel rubbing against each other broke the silence, and at the same time opened the two large physical and mental locks that sealed the room. The interlaced psychic isolation field ensures that no psionicist or wizard can see here. Things that happened.

With a low noise, the two doors at both ends of the hall opened at the same time, and the yellow light broke the pure red in the hall.

The door opened wider and wider, and the sound made louder and louder.

Waiting outside the gate are the participants,

On the side of the Holy Blood Angels, there are Commander Dante, Pastor Odamaë, Pastor Albinu of the Holy Blood, Commander Carline of the First Company, Commander Apheel of the Second Company, Commander Fadun of the Seventh Company, and Guardian Bai of Tianmen. Brother Lerophon, Blade of Vengeance

Brother Asante, who represented the Armory, was the Technical Sergeant Mu Jir.

At the other end of the gate, Soshyan and Randall were present as VIPs, as well as more than a dozen battle group commanders. The two battle groups fought **** battles with the Holy Blood Angels in Armageddon and won this. Honor.

"On behalf of San Giles, welcome the brave and strong sons of Dorne."

Dante walked in first. His armor reflected red and gold light. Although it was a banquet, all the Astarte brothers wore full equipment as if they were going to fight.

After all, they are all fighters, no matter when and where.

Opposite him, the two captains took off their helmets at the same time, clamped them under their arms, and then paced into the hall.

"Thanks to the love."

A group of little angels flew into the gate, chanting the names of the participants, and then spread the incense into the air.

Servo skulls checked every corner to find potential threats, while the video recorder servants used the only language processing and motor functions in their brains to bring themselves to the designated location to record this extremely memorable meeting.

Soshyan himself, with a little excitement and nervousness, walked towards Dante step by step.

This legend has been familiar with him since he was Astarte. Dante can almost be said to be an example and symbol of all Astarte, not only because of his long service time, but also because of his greatness to the empire. Dedication and his extremely gentle attitude towards mortals, his noble

In a sense, quality is what Soshyan has been trying to imitate.

In other words, this is his idol.

Gradually, Soshyan couldn't help speeding up, and finally stopped at a position two meters away from Dante.

Although he couldn't see the other person's face, the invisible aura that enveloped Dante still made Soshyang like a spring breeze - San Giles' fury was completely replaced by a gentleness peculiar to the elder at this moment.

"Venerable Dante, I am the commander of the Astral Knights, Soshyan Alexei, I am very honored to be able to meet with you."

This is a self-introduction that Soshyang has condensed after careful consideration, but he is still a little slow when it comes to speaking.

Two seconds later, there was a hearty laughter from under the golden mask~www.wuxiahere.com~ and Dante stretched out his hand.

"Suo, you are so young."

The other party's relaxed tone also made Soshyang let go of his inner burden a little. After smiling and holding the other party's palm with both hands, he replied:

"When you worked for the emperor, I was not born yet."

"Haha, what you said makes me even more like an old man."

"No matter how many years have passed, you are still the emperor's most powerful servant, and a warrior who frightens all the enemies of the empire."

Afterwards, the two let go of their hands, Dante turned around, looked at the high level of those holy blood angels, and said:

"Come, let me introduce you."

When Dante introduced the battle group command to Soshyang one by one, he suddenly had a doubt. Is it true that the rumor that the fallen think tank has returned to the Holy Blood Angels battle group?

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