God Emperor’s Angel of Death

Barov sat in his Conference Hall, flipping through several field reports.

Conference Hall turned out to be a luxurious bedroom, but Barov has never slept here, but just to receive his most trusted consultant, and occasionally ask his young female assistant to He relaxes.

When things were so distressing, he thought to himself, it’s a good idea to hide here.

No matter what, he has to keep his head sober, thinking too much about the details will drown himself in it-he said his, she said her, and he couldn't control it.

He drank a sip of the wine imported from other planets. This is a high-grade wine. Only this level of crisis can be worthy of this kind of wine-and then continue to read the situation reports from various places.

Barov read that almost half of the No. 14 mining area had lost contact, and the workers there were instigated by some heresy and held a riot to occupy the entire area.

He shook the head, tsk tsk smacking.

He originally thought that blocking all major passages would end the riot, but now it seems that it is not enough.

He had to send a scout company of the 12th Light Infantry Regiment of the Local Defence Force into the mining area to prevent the madness from spreading further.

Then the second report that Barov picked up from the writing desk was a communiqué issued by the Colonel of the Seventh Step Corps.

The colonel regretted that he could not contact his troops to coordinate their garrison in the No. 16 mine.

Barov sighed, it seems that he has to contact several pastors in the church. He wants this colonel to get insights. Once a few excellent pastors speak, he can make his chain of command appear How redundant.

Suddenly, the door of the room was knocked, and Barov lifted the head angrily.

"Come in."

His voice is rather sharp.

After that, a waiter servant used its chrome cheat arm to push open the door, and a deacon walked in. He was a servant and messenger trusted by Barov, a young man with wild ambition. .

"My lord."

Deacon cautiously said:

"Someone outside the door said there was something to see."

"Tell me Whoever, my office has rules! My time is precious, if it is so important, let him go to Mia first."

"The trouble is here...sir."

Speaking of this, deacon's swollen face suddenly flushed.

"They claim that they have the right to meet you directly."

"I said no time..."

"You will have time, bishop ."

Suddenly, a deep voice came from behind deacon.

An armored giant held down Deacon’s shoulders and threw him screaming into the corridor, then strode into the house with a meteor, and his heavy strides pressed the wooden floor of the house into a crunch, as if It will collapse at any time.

The coming man is tall, his physique is almost terrifying, his face is stern and full of aristocratic temperament, and his eyes reveal wisdom.

He is wearing a silver-gray power armor covered with thunderclouds, with the coat of arms of crossed swords printed on the shoulder armor, a short cloak behind him, and an imperium eagle emblem on his chest.

"Please forgive me for interrupting, bishop."

The giant stood still, looking down at the complexion pale Barov, and said with ridicule and grace:

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“But it’s better for us to deal face-to-face. After all, I shoulder the responsibility of saving this world.”

For a moment, Barov felt like he was nailed to the chair by the other’s eyes. He wanted to stand up, but his sore legs resisted him from sitting like this.

"I, I, I...you...

"I am the leader of the Astral Knight Chapter, Soshian ·Alexei, which represents the infinite authority of the God Emperor. This is for To curb the spreading Xenos threat, our enemies are much more difficult than you think, bishop"

"When...Of course..."

Barov’s busy nodded, Then I stood up swayingly.

"Honorable, noble angel, forgive...forgive my rudeness..."

"This is not the time to discuss these etiquettes. "

Soshian smiled and waved his hand.

"I just have something to ask you. "

"Yes--"

"As the Chief-In-Charge of the local state religion, I think I have heard of...The Lord of the Crows. "

Barov's shoulders stiffened for a second, then wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeves, and whispered in a very humble manner:

"This...I never It is said that. "

"oh?"

Soshian raised his brows.

"This is a secret sect. The Lord of the Crows is the god they worship. There is a group of Miners believe in it, have you never heard of it? "

"Negligence of duty, is there still such a heresy?" I will send someone to conduct a thorough investigation immediately, and I will definitely give you an answer to the angel. "

Speaking, Barov wanted to press the bell summon on the table, but the bell was immediately smashed by a big armoured hand, and Bishop was shocked to withdraw his hand like an electric shock.

"No hurry, I still have some questions. "

Although Soshian is smiling at the moment, there is no smile in Barov's eyes, only the cold deep into the bone marrow.

"According to my survey of your personal resume, you It’s that the birth is incredibly low-minded. Your father is a miner, and your mother is simply a prostitute... Yes, don’t be too busy denying that that is your biological mother. The restaurant waitress your father married is actually yours.

Stepmother. "

Speaking, Soshian took out the data disc.

"It was nothing. Imperium never lacks inspiring stories. A lowliest person climbed to the top. This is not unacceptable...but until you are 35 years old, you are just the most ordinary priest, assigned to the poorest and most violent neighborhood, every day except hiding in that small sect Alcoholism in the hall is basically useless. "

Hearing Soshian shaking his life like a treasure, Barov’s fat face became whiter than the surrounding walls, and sweat dripped from his chin like rain. On his stomach.

"As far as you are concerned, you have neither excellent speech skills, no fanatical beliefs, nor a strong background, but even so, after your 35th birthday, you It’s like riding a ride in your life. You start to be on the same footing. Any colleague who has a competitive relationship with you, either died accidentally or disappeared, and everything happened without a weak spot, and there is nothing to blame. Your place is like the previous bishop who died of a cardiac arrest in his bedroom..."

Soshian threw the data disc on the table, then put his hands on the table and watched it closely. The bishop, who was already shaking like chaff, whispered:

"This is not the most coincidental. What's even more coincidental is that the No. 13 mining area where you were born is the area where the Legal Department encountered those heretics, so , Bishop, can you explain it? "

"I, I..."

"It doesn't matter if you don't want to say it. Although the equipment of the Legal Department is not as complete as the trial court, but you can still pry your mouth open. Did it. "

"I, I...I am not a traitor. "

Barov’s psychological defense collapsed in an instant, and he collapsed directly on the chair, covering his face and sobbing.