God Emperor’s Angel of Death

The church door is only for mortals to enter and exit, so Soshian must lower his head to enter.

When he entered, the first thing he saw was a small prayer room.

There are few furnishings here, and it is even simpler than some private shrines.

Two suitcases mounted on the wall form a closet. A pile of books is placed in the most conspicuous part of it. The windows and shades are supported by a branch from the scar bark tree. open.

Through the window, twilight passes over the bare metal and casts it on the flat wooden wall.

More light comes from a lumen box on an inverted crate next to the chanting table, and primordial grease lamps on other shelves.

The flickering light shines on the old circuit board and the broken reading data board. Other decorations of little practical value are placed on the floor in some open boxes, most of which look There are certain ages.

The dusty statue of God Emperor was hung on the wall, losing its original luster.

Soshian took off the helmet and pinned it to his waist.

Step by step walk to the window at the end of the prayer room, press the control button to raise the blinds.

It groaned and retracted into the groove of the window frame, letting the golden rays of light pour in.

Soshian looked out the window and found that there was a cliff behind the church. From here, he could overlook the boundless land outside Soms’ Nest.

He couldn't help drinking from the beautiful scenery.

Suddenly, a few memories flashed through his mind, and he seemed to do this every morning.

From here, everything that was originally unfamiliar suddenly felt a little familiar.

Soshian turned around, and through the half-open cabinet door, he caught a glimpse of a small wooden toy horse standing on the top of the storage box.

He seems to be able to hear the harmonica from afar, and smell the freshly squeezed juice.

On the bookshelf in the corner of the room, the medal of the outstanding student of the Soames Noble Academy sits in that beautiful little box, and next to it is an ancient prayer box.

Ten steps away by the window, a king-killing chessboard is placed on a small table. Judging from the distribution of the chess pieces, this chess game has two or three moves to end.

Time seems to freeze.

Home?

An inexplicable emotion surged in Soshian's heart, as if a boulder was blocked in his chest, and he couldn't even breathe smoothly.

At this moment, he noticed a door, an open door on the side of the prayer room.

He stepped forward, but hesitated the moment he opened the door.

Then, Soshian took off his hand armor and gently touched the rough hardwood door with his palm, and then pushed it away little by little, little by little.

This is a subconsciously move.

It's like many years ago, when he returned home too late, he became cautiously because he was afraid of mother's blame.

Then he saw it.

A shriveled body lying on the bed, eyes closed, his chest undulating faintly in regular breathing.

Her skin is gray, wrinkled, dull and lacklustre, and her hair has been shaved. A row of walnut-shaped machines squeaks by the bed, full of golden buttons and displays. .

Curled copper wires extended from the sockets on the sides of the machines and attached to her head, while the crackling balls groaned softly at the top of the machines.

The equipment looks very new and seems to have only been moved in recently.

But it doesn't make any sense anymore.

Soshian stood at the door. He couldn't connect this dying person who shrank like a baby with the person in his mind.

Suddenly, his aftermath swept to a photo frame on the bedside table.

He walked over slowly, picked up the photo frame, and brushed off the thick layer of dust on it.

A man and a woman, and a child who looks pretentious.

How ridiculous.

Under Soshian one-knee kneels, gently lift up the shriveled hands by the bed. The contrast between the two is like an adult and a baby.

He can't feel any weight, it seems that he is just a feather in his hand, and he can hardly feel any existence except for the almost disappearing temperature.

At this time, what can he do?

He prayed, prayed that the God Emperor could deliver miracles, even if it was only a moment, just a moment...

At this moment, he suddenly realized that this person, his mother, such a thing , May have been repeated thousands of times after he left.

Soshian lowered his head deeply, hoping for a miracle.

However, there is no miracle.

Nothing.

Soshian stayed quietly in the house for three days. During these three days, he did not move a step or said a word.

At the dawn of the fourth day, all the machines screamed neatly.

There is no miracle, only salvation.

The poor woman's chest remained static forever after the last ups and downs, and her hand rested on the palm of her son's.

Soshian cautiously put that dry hand back into the blanket, then wrapped his shrunken mother in the blanket, hugged it in his arms, and walked towards the church door.

She looks so peaceful, like a baby, Soshian doesn't know if she has ever lay in her arms in this manner.

When he walked out of the gate, he saw that there were many people surrounded by the gate, many people he didn't know.

"Cousin, aunt she--"

When Nerio saw what was in Soshian's arms, he immediately realized what was happening, and tears couldn't stop. .

Those other people, those who Soshian didn't know, who wore masks with false expressions, followed with choked and regretful sighs.

Soshian did not pay even the slightest attention to them. Instead, holding his mother in his arms, he strode out of the mansion and headed straight to the family cemetery.

The ceremony buried is not complicated. Soshian's mother has already left her place next to her husband's grave.

After simply cleaning up the remains, Soms’ Archbishop presided over the funeral-by the standards of the most devout believers.

The funeral lasted for six hours. In addition to her personal items, Soshian put the first medal he won after becoming Space Marine into the sarcophagus.

But everyone didn’t know that after the funeral, Soshian secretly performed a small funeral next to his parents’ tomb.

The buried person is himself.

He buried all the items in his mortal period and erected a tombstone.

There is no epitaph on the tombstone, nor the name of the owner of the tomb, only a line of high Gothic.

[A fool trapped in armor]

After all this, the exhausted Soshian silently returned to the Spark, and declined all visits and banquets. He was locked in a private cabin that only belonged to him.

He feels tired like never before, he really wants to sleep, and go to sleep no matter what...