The Emperor’s Angel of Death

A man walked up the aisle, he has a tall figure and a casual posture.

"Hammer?"

"I have been looking for you for a long time, so I guessed you would be here."

"What's the matter?"

"Did you forget? Uncle Rozim invited us to visit him."

At this time, Bahram remembered that he still had a party—

The bottom deck of the Unbound Soul is still an ordinary day, and the tall dome is still shining with a monotonous yellow-green light, which looks like an untuned viewing screen.

Lead-grey dust is constantly floating down, constantly accumulating on the exterior decoration of the house, on the wrought iron drainage pipes, on the brass eaves, on the stairs like bones, and on the willow windows.

But the streets are very warm. Below the living area on the bottom deck, ancient pipes pump the warm air into the hot pit under the road, so the heat circulates at a height of about ten meters.

In the private box of the Panjie shop, Loken opened his mechanical robe, took a sip of beer, and then leaned on a wrought iron chair.

The owner of this shop likes iron things very much.

It can be said that any of their things are made of iron, and even in terms of taste, this beer is also made of iron.

Loken felt that he had relaxed for the first time in the past few months. Armageddon’s purgatory, full of mud, rats and barrages, had long been left behind, although he was often caught by the artillery in his dreams at night. The bombing awakened, but a glass of beer, a seat, a warm and friendly street-Loken felt like he was reborn.

Suddenly, someone who was significantly bigger than him blocked the light.

"Priest Loken, are you here too?"

Loken tilted his head, squinting at the calm-faced soldier, the strongest Astarte recruit.

"How come I'm not here? I also have shares in Rozim's shop. He made so much this time. Is it fair to say regardless of me."

"I heard that Uncle Rozim went to the ground."

Bachram said wearily, and sat down on a side chair.

"Hey, you just know, that guy doesn't know what means he used to find a lot of fortune. Now he is a rich man."

"It sounds like a story."

Hao Mo also sat down and picked up a glass of beer.

As the clock adjusted to daylight hours, the lights on each street automatically turned on.

"By the way, priest Loken, I heard that you followed the captain to the ground?"

"Well, yes, just below the Hades nest."

"What happened to you?"

"What else can there be, smelly green skin, nervous spirit race, but there is a spirit race lady who is very tender, and seems to be quite familiar with the battle leader..."

"Huh? There is such a thing."

Haomo moved his head with interest.

"What's the specific situation, talk about it, priest Loken."

Loken glanced at each other.

"This may involve confidentiality."

"Then you just say something unclassified."

"But, uh..."

"what?"

Loken thought for a while and shook his head.

"What can be said is meaningless, and the rest, when you climb to the command level in the future, you will naturally know."

"Hurt, don't you mean that you didn't say it?"

"Homo, don't embarrass Priest Loken, we have violated the ban today."

Bachram had an empty drink and dropped a coin beside the empty cup on the glass table, but the coin did not fall down, but stood on the table.

Just like his current mood.

"The battle group only gave us four days to rest, after which we will return to combat readiness, but there are rules for rest. We have to maintain certain behaviors, not to disturb other crew members, and restrict the use of mortal entertainment facilities. Furthermore, it is expressly forbidden to leave the upper deck. We shouldn't have come to this place."

Haomo nodded:

"Yes, but Uncle Rozim has been taking care of us for so many years, hasn't he?"

Bachram was about to say something, but sighed.

"Yes, so we came anyway."

"But I think he should invite others."

"You mean..."

Suddenly, the door opened again, and brothers Oscar and Zod walked in.

"Let me talk."

Sure enough, several recruits came one after another in the follow-up, all of whom had a better relationship with Rozim.

"Carnival, boys! For the battle group and victory, there is also the emperor's grandfather who is temporarily paralyzed!"

When the door was opened for the last time, Rozim appeared in a burlesque dress. Behind him was a man wrapped in airtight overalls, who was also pushing a cart full of drinks and food.

There was a burst of cheers and applause in the room. It is reasonable to say that the victory celebration party will not start until the return to the home planet, but it may take several months, so Rozim held a small banquet for these recruits in advance.

"Boys! You did a good job in this battle. You must have killed a lot of green-skinned big heads!"

Rozim turned around, took the bottle and threw it into the crowd.

Bachram took the bottle and took a swig, and found that it was actually a very high-end alcohol, not at all the inferior beer sold by Rozim in the store.

He glanced at the packaging of the wine bottle. Although he didn't recognize the brand on it, he knew it at this time.

This turned out to be a collection of nearly four hundred years of fighting!

"Uncle Rozim, how did you get this?"

Rozim grinned and blinked his right eye at him.

"secret."

"Rozim, I heard that you made numb this time."

Loken lit a high-end cigar and took a sip of it with great enjoyment. This gadget was produced in the Misty Star Area, and the price could be worth three or four high-end machine servants.

"so far so good."

Rozim shook his collar, and intentionally or unintentionally revealed a rare metal necklace with a thick thumb and an egg-sized bright stone. This mineral is extremely rare and a necessary material for the production of advanced laser weapons. It is almost completely mechanically controlled. Teach monopoly.

"Last time you said you wanted to sponsor me a plan—"

"Say it, say it again."

Suddenly, Loken noticed the person behind Rozim, that guy was also a big guy, just like a star warrior.

"When did you fix Ouglin? You wrapped it up."

"He, one of my new attendants will stay here for the time being. I plan to get a boat alone and let him drive."

"Hey, he is still a driver? What is his name?"

"It's called Zhezheblon."

"Why doesn't he speak himself..."

"Dumb, don't ask so much."

At this moment, the doorbell of the box rang suddenly, and everyone stopped moving.

"Huh? Didn't I tell them not to disturb?"

Rozim thought it was a waiter at first, so he walked towards the gate, Loken also stood up and followed him.

"Who is knocking at the door?"

Haomo put down his wine glass and looked at the door curiously.

Bachram suddenly felt a little uneasy.

"Oh~www.wuxiaspot.com~Could it be Robin?"

Haomo suddenly clapped his hands, then laughed:

"Uncle Rozim actually invited Robin as a guest to help out!"

Robin is recognized as a cold-faced person. It is difficult to see him in almost all non-training or combat activities. Most of the time, he is a very isolated person.

If Rozim invited him, it would be big news.

But Bachram shook his head.

"It doesn't have to be Robin."

Rozim had already touched the door handle, and Loken uttered a word behind him.

"push."

As soon as he opened the door, Rozim saw only Soshyan’s green face and Talos’s smirk--

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