God Emperor’s Angel of Death

Thick smoke billowing in the sky enveloped the landing site, blurring the trail of stars and filtering the moonlight into a dirty gray.

The continuous fall of dust attaches everything to a smooth and greasy surface.

Campfires were scattered everywhere, soldiers huddled together to warm up and promote feelings, and some people worked hard on the floor of the Defensive Array, pulling the destroyed Sentinel and Chimera armored vehicles back to their positions.

At intervals, there are bunkers that face the outside dug for the arrangement of automatic artillery, heavy bombs and laser cannons.

If the green skins speak again, then they will definitely come from this direction.

But everyone knows that green skins will not come. They have been scattered ashes and dispersed smoke in the orbital bombing not long ago. There are probably not many green skins on this satellite.

But the daily routine work is not less.

Arik stood by the tracks of a Chimera parked in a bunker, searching for any traces of movement on the horizon.

But there was nothing left except the orange fire swaying in the distance.

The dim cold light bathed the former battlefield into black and white. Yarik sat listlessly on the side of the armored car and fell into contemplation, and finally sighed, shaking his head and touching his pockets to try to find a cigarette.

Finally, he found one in his left breast pocket.

The young Zheng Yi rhythmically knocked the cigarette issued by the Ministry of Military Affairs on the armor, and then lit it.

He twisted the cigarette, took a deep breath, filled his lungs with the smoke, trying to make a judgment on what happened today.

At the same time, he could hear the soldiers of the 4337 regiment working behind him.

Most of them have recovered from the shock and are preparing for the transfer tomorrow.

Some of them are still whispering excitedly for the arrival of Space Marine, and from time to time they exclaim for hearing the incredible accomplishments of these Legendary warriors.

Rumors and legends swept the entire camp like an infectious disease, rejuvenating everyone and trembling with excitement.

But strictly speaking, it's not everyone.

For example, Captain Miller sat alone, looking at the corpse in front of him.

These soldiers still fell to the place where they died in battle, and there was no time to collect their corpses for a whole day, because the green-skinned corpses were mixed in between, and the mixed blood soaked the ground-the best case is also A blaze burned everyone's bodies.

In just one afternoon, more than half of the 4337 regiment was killed in action, and Miller’s company was downsized 2/3/2021.

Arik sighed.

These are also his warriors, who have been good people from birth to death.

But because of his duties, he had to call some of them cowards.

Taking another breath, Yarek exhaled a thin strip of smoke into the night sky.

For a moment, he felt that he tasted the smell of blood seeping into the soil.

Coward.

The word stuck deep in his mind, like a continuous block of hot carbon.

Something did happen. Some soldiers did turn around and fled. He solved everyone by himself-it made his head aching.

A glance at the line of defense, Yarek also saw several people sitting silently alone.

They obviously had something on their minds, so they left their comrades temporarily and stared at the place where massacre took place during the day.

Those glorious stories about Space Marine are of no use to them. The small flames on the cigarettes in these people's hands mark them out in the dark, just like the Fire Insect on the line of defense.

Yarik didn't want to punish them for stopping work.

Most people work with enthusiasm, driven by optimism. He is very happy that his subordinates can handle everything that happens autonomously-they least need to be politically yelling for their cowardice and apostasy.

Everyone knows what happened.

Some people choose to forget to smooth out the fear of the upcoming battle.

Others rely on themselves to discover the last trace of tenacious will in the body.

Suddenly, a voice came from the bunker behind him.

"Sir? Is everything okay?"

It is his orderly again, probably still holding a cup of Tanner tea with a smirk.

"Everything is good, soldier."

Arik turned his head, a smile on his tired face.

"Everything is fine"

"Do you still want more Tanner tea?"

Arik laughed out loud, as expected As expected, the soldiers were also worried about him.

"No, thank you, I'm fine."

When the orderly climbed back to the bunker and rejoined his comrades, Yarik shook the head again and threw the cigarette on the ground. Step on it with boots and press down on the previous anxiety.

Space Marine is the gift of the God Emperor. They are the most powerful warrior of Imperium. They are carefully selected from thousands of planets and have been trained for decades.

If it weren't for Space Marine, the position would definitely fall. Compared to these Legendary warriors, it seems that mortals have a little defect that is understandable.

He believes that their performance today will never leave the impression of cowards in Space Marine's mind. Some soldiers are afraid, but more are brave and good people.

There is no need to fault everyone.

Just as the battle on Fron 5 stopped, Astral Knight also joined the long-time ascetic Chapter, who invited the former to the Chapter flagship Evernight as a guest.

The re-meeting of the two Chapters immediately began in a banquet.

The Eternal Night is a large battle barge with a separate assembly hall, which is full of primordial flavor-flames leap between stone stairs, sparks are splashed from the incense, and the curling cloud of smoke Consign to the high arched wooden ceiling.

The long scarlet silk in rolls hangs from the top of the iron flagpole, telling the achievements of Chapter in formal poems.

The waiters brought a large plate of food and drink, and each of them was dressed in various national costumes from the home star of Chapter Supole, and the music from the ancient piano floated among the noise of conversation.

"Ha!"

The two chapters sat down on the high platform. On both sides are the command layers of the two chapters.

Everyone sees an open space made of stone slabs, each stone slab is taken from the ancient mountain range of Supole.

On three sides of the venue stood warriors in ceremony robes. Their faces showed a bronze color under the firelight, and the trays on the table were piled with almost unprocessed raw meat.

In the clearing, the two fighters circled around each other, each holding a dull cast iron blade.

One was wearing a black tight leather jacket, and the other was silver-gray.

Their faces are fixed by pure concentration.

The silver-gray warrior is slightly shorter, the black one is slightly taller, and in other respects, they are almost the same.

Soshian looked at them carefully, leaning on the flat chair, chewing.

Lord Magyar sat beside him, threw an empty wine glass in his hand, motioning for the waiter to get more.

"hmph!"

The silver-gray warrior first started, swinging and swiping a blow.

The black clothed person responded immediately, distanced and counterattacked.

They collided with each other, their limbs blurred, their blades dim, and they looked like two differently colored ceramic fragments under the swaying blood red light.

The fighting took a long time, the warriors’ conversations gradually subsided, and the music was over.

Soon, the only sound left was the panting after struggling, the sliding of the leather-covered feet between the floor, and the whistling of the intersecting blades.

Sweat splashed everywhere, and the heavy blade was once clanging.

The purpose of the competition is only to deepen the friendship between the two Chapters. It is a test of concentration and agility, not brute force.