God Emperor’s Angel of Death

He woke up from his dream screaming and opened his eyes suddenly.

For a moment, he thought he was blind.

Severe Cold stole his eyes, and then the cold Battle Armor pulled him back to reality from the distant past.

He felt very cold, as if a dream had become a reality, wrapped in a chilly memory.

The hard ice blocks the eye lens on the helmet, and the ever-changing light brings haze-ice is pink, blood mixed with snow and condensed.

The pulse signal warning rune flickered at the corner of the eye, and the dim red was beating slowly.

Warning, it is in a complete vacuum.

Warning, the armor is broken.

Warning, gravity is 0.

Injury assessment.

The armor power is low.

He doesn't remember where he is, or how to survive when the power armor is close to destruction.

He blinked his eyes to try to refocus his thoughts, and his body's sensations were recovering-painful feedback came back from his right leg, but his left hand never responded to the call of the soul, as if swallowed by a black hole, his tongue The smell of metal is full of rust.

But he is still alive, this is enough.

In a vacuum, he tried to move his right arm, but the armor was very resistant. No matter how hard he tried to close his left hand, it remained unmoved, and he couldn't even feel the presence of his fingers.

Struggling in coma and awakeness, he looked towards the weakening warning rune-the energy of the power armor has been reduced to the lowest level.

In a short time, he will become a lifeless metal shell.

He can only close his eyes, steady his breathing and pulse.

His thoughts are recovering, and he already knows where he is-he is floating in the vacuum of the universe.

The thermostat system of the power armor is still struggling, trying to keep his body warm, but it failed. Its last bit of energy is about to disappear.

Although the genetically strengthened body is more tenacious than the ordinary person, the cold will eventually engulf him and silence the two hearts.

It's just a matter of time.

For an instant, he wanted to howl and push away from the arms of steel-this is the instinct of a drowning person.

The last breath of air burns in the lungs, and the inevitable dark fate makes it eventually stop beating.

He breathed as smoothly as possible, suppressing instinctive reactions.

In order to survive, you must make a choice.

"All systems restart."

The power armor obeyed the order, and the current pulses flowed through the body.

But as soon as it restarted, the harsh alarm began to sound.

Interactive nerves pierced the spine, endless sirens filled the ears, and the angry rune was covered in the display interface of the helmet.

He blinked a few times to stop the alarm.

Before the armor becomes a tomb, there is still a few minutes of energy that can be used.

So he raised his right hand with difficulty and scraped off the melting ice on the helmet eyepiece.

The rays of light spilled into the eyes, and the white light was dazzling.

He found himself floating in a huge hall, the sun shining all the way to a place behind him, a layer of pink ice covered everything, and the glitter made it look like the deliciousness on a sweet cake The icing, a layer of fine icicles floating around, maintains the final form.

He also saw Him, San Giles, their ancestor of angels.

Blood and tears seemed to shed from his eyes in a vacuum.

He didn't dare to look at him directly, because he had let down the blood of San Giles.

He remembered, this is the church of the Battle Barge Lady of the Storm.

But she fell.

Suddenly, something hits his shoulder, and then slowly enters his line of sight.

A frozen thing, wider than the hand, didn't float away immediately.

He stretched out his hand to push away, but it suddenly turned around and looked at him like this-a pair of eyes that had lost life.

The previous memories flashed out.

The angry bull, the shattering of the hull and the wailing of steel, their pride was caught in the fire, blood was flowing and spreading on the deck, and the fragments of the ship's body were flying in the air.

An officer was shouting something, his eyes were wide open, full of fear.

He remembered the shaking of the deck below his feet and the screaming of the void storm outside.

In panic, he suddenly withdrew his hand from his broken head. This action also made himself spin in the frozen icy debris, and even the hall was spinning in his eyes.

Suddenly, a strong light appeared in the hall. He turned around, and through the torn hull, he saw the source of the light-a bright white sun and a shining blue sphere. , Hung in the darkness under the faint starlight embellishment.

He remembers this, this is the Barbuda Galaxy——

The dead battleship is scattered in the sky, the hull is torn and chewed.

A large amount of armor was stripped, exposing the cold metal heart, showing the compartments and passages inside, and the huge mountain-like hull turned into tattered waste, just like the wreckage of a dismantling plant.

Are all the brothers dead?

He thought about this dark possibility, feeling that he had not been so cold in hundreds of years.

Warning——

The energy is exhausted.

Warning——

The energy is exhausted.

"We failed."

He muttered to the silence.

In this dying armored prison, he seems to have fallen into the darkness, falling in the fog and pain, alone in the darkness and cold, and it will be the same in the future.

"Chapter is long? Chapter is long?"

Suddenly, a machine sounded peacefully.

Then he felt a warm hand pushing himself, and the holy Les in the hall was spreading his wings——

He opened his eyes and found himself sitting on the commanding throne On, the warrior on the side was looking at himself worriedly.

"Chapter is long, are you okay?"

The pale and thin man raised his armoured hand and put his dazzling blond hair away from his sweaty forehead. Replied with a reluctant voice:

"I'm fine, don't worry...where are we."

"We have just been brought to Fu by an unexplained subspace disturbance. In the Lun system, the Star Whisperer has received some information that there seems to be a war going on here."

"War?"

He said these two words with incomparable tired.

"What war."

"An expedition to Xenos."

"Initiator?"

"Ascetic Chapter and Astral Knight Chapter."

"Ascetics..."

The stalwart warrior in bright yellow armor thought about the name. About one minute later, some bad memories Began to emerge.

"It turned out to be these treachery cowards."

The warrior on the side obviously didn't understand the history of the two Chapters. Hearing the words of Chapter Long, he suddenly showed a surprised expression.

"Treachery..."

But the man commanding the throne waved his hand to interrupt his questioning.

"Regardless of them, but another Chapter...Astral Knight."

The man thought for a while, but was recalled of any useful information. Only some of them were seen in the archives in the past. Only a few words arrived.

"If I remember correctly, it is a subgroup of the Imperial Fist, how could they join ascetics together?"

"This is currently unknown, two Chapters The greenskins are currently being paid."

"It has nothing to do with us, look for the Imperium supply station nearby."

Warrior hesitated for a while, then whispered:

"There is another message. Astral Knight Chapter knows that we are coming. Their Astral Whisperers sent a message, inviting us to meet at Gages, Imperium's temporary fleet supply point."

Man Rubbing his head, he looked very tired and melancholy.

"What do they want to do? What else do they want to take away from us? We have nothing left..."

His language is sad, every word he says Take a breath.

"Astral Knight Chapter's Chapter is called Soshian ·Alexei. He personally sent this invitation. He also asked the Astral Whisperer to attach a sentence."

"What's the matter? "

"——He is convinced of the loyalty and courage of the descendants of San Giles."