God Emperor’s Angel of Death

A huge machine is straddling the entire huge platform, and the molten metal is bursting into flames, forming a yellow cross.

The particles and shards flew out of the cracks while spinning, and fell into the sheer cliffs and precipitous rock faces on both sides. The air was full of fleeting sparks.

This is a large-scale construction machinery that is installing anti-aircraft artillery. This is part of the monastery defense system. In the distance of the cloud is the twinkling lights of the spire of Chaodu.

"How many years have it been."

The man standing by the window said softly, his armour-covered hands resting randomly on the edge of the rocky window.

"You still don't understand this truth. When the gods fall, everything will collapse and everything will perish. I saw it and understood it. The so-called hope has long been consigned to eternal damnation."

"Not here."

The steady metal footsteps made the elevator tremble, and when the metal stepped on the rock floor, it made a brisk knock.

"There is still hope here."

The man by the window fiercely glanced at the visitor, his lips with lightning scars curled up, revealing his pale teeth.

"Don’t be so confused about the style, this shouldn’t be your style, I’m so prosperous, Sol."

Savita turned her head back, his The words rumbled in the chest, as deep as the growl of a predator.

"I never remember that you were still a poet. Although your Legion’s melancholy and crazy temperament really fits the characteristics of a poet, at least you are not."

The voice of the elevator suddenly When it rang, Savita's eyes had to reluctantly move away from the barren peak.

"Said cultivator is awakened."

Soshian walked out of the elevator, and only said a word, then turned around and walked towards the elevator again. Savita shrugged towards Sol and took a step followed along .

The meeting place was located in a secret hall under the monastery fortress. The entrance was at the end of a corridor inside the archives.

After a while, Savita followed Soshian and Sol in, and the armor hit the sides of the door with a clanging sound.

There are several torches burning in the dark hall. A black sun mark is on the ground in the center of the hall. A huge fearless stands in it, which looks like a statue.

"Prince of the crows, Yago Savitarion, long time no see."

"long time no see? Have we really seen it?"

A dangerous sense of humor penetrated into Savita's eyes-there was a frosty cold light gleaming inside.

"If I were to be more honest, I would say that I have never heard of you, the so-called'Eleventh Legion One Company', and my original body is not there, and no one can modify me or His memory."

The Said cultivator gave out a shriveled laugh. Its armor was bright and shiny, and it exuded the fragrance of newly applied holy oil.

"If I were to be rude, I would ask, why do you hide in this dark corner."

"Hide, do you think so? "

Prince the crow raised his eyebrows.

"If I were to be rude."

"I did this only because I wanted to be alone for a while."

Savita smiled , Replied kindly:

"I'm not good at dealing with those things."

"You and I have a mission."

"Yes, yes, but Your idiom skills are too clumsy."

"No intention, but you already know the secrets of our Legion, and our responsibilities."

" In the past, I didn't have much interest in the two Legions that disappeared. Imperium has enough bad things, there is no shortage of these two, but..."

Speaking, he glanced at Soshian.

"I still don't like Xenos stuff."

"This is fate."

"Only myself can determine my fate."

It seems that something has been touched, Savita embraced her arms, and the joke in her eyes disappeared without a trace, faster than the extinguished light.

At the same time, his size seemed to swell up. Although on the physical level, he did not occupy more space, but in this dim hall, he became incomparable gigantic in everyone's mind.

His existence is like a heavy object, pressing on everyone's head, like the executioner's battle axe hanging at the highest point, and it can be swung down in an instant.

In a sense, he was transformed into fear, just like death behind a smile.

It takes more than courage to face such horror.

However, the Said cultivator is still calm and demeanor.

"Then the right is a deal."

Speaking, the Said cultivator took out the copper ball that Sol had previously taken and handed it to Saivita.

"This is our sincerity."

Sevita looked for a while, then took the copper ball and shook it in her ear.

"Yes, this is just a deal. I am not on the same line with you, nor do I belong to you."

"Ha, Saivita, you are still the same, Never belonged to anyone"

"Don’t say we are familiar."

"Where have you been all these years?"

" Many places, places you can't imagine."

"Do you know what the eighth Legion looks like now?"

"I don't know, and I'm not interested."

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"That's right."

Speaking, Saul suddenly intervened.

"Soshian, didn't you always want to learn how to use Terminator armor?"

Soshian froze for a moment, then clicked.

Next, Saul poked Savita's shoulder armor with his finger, and the opponent immediately took a step back impatiently.

"What are you doing!"

"Soshian, this is a very good instructor."

Looking at Saivita with a displeased face, Soshian wrinkled frowned.

"He?"

Said cultivator also spoke at the same time.

"Saul is right. If you want to learn how to use Terminator, then the best candidate is right in front of you."

"Speak carefully and flatter me I'm getting goose bumps."

Savita defended herself in a low voice.

"Soshian, do you remember? I once said that Saivita is the leader of the Black Armored Guards, and the Black Armored Guards are the elite terminator troops of the Eighth Legion that belong to the Primarch."

After that, Sol's hand was heavily on Saivita's shoulder.

"In the era of the Great Expedition, among the people who used the Terminator best, there was this Prince of the Crows."

"This is not in the trade. "

Savita raised his hand and patted Sol's hand.

"But it is not impossible to discuss, the mechanical psionicist I brought out from Safinius, you can arrange it."

Until Saivita mentioned , Soshian only remembered that there was such a person--

[Nathan Airport No. 4]

"His name is Falla, and he is an apprentice from Griffin No. 4."

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Looking at the somewhat cramped youngster next to Soshian, Loken took a closer look. This person saw that he had just started the enlightenment ceremony. Not long after, he only wore the simplest robe, and the gear on his chest was only as big as a palm. .

The most important thing is that with a black hair, his skin is very pale, showing soft skin and tender meat, and there is no trace of modification.

Loken showed a kind smile, adjusted his bright robe, shook the gear as big as the plate, and said;

"My name is Loken, they Call me Luo Master."

Faya hesitated for a moment, and stepped forward, bending over timidly.

"Luo Master is good."

"Hey, hello."

Loken smiled slightly nodded, pointing to the door behind him and said:

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"I do research alone, and my workshop is quite large. You are welcome to come to me to do research and development together. If you are tired of research...just go to sleep, no problem."

Feeling that the person in front of Mimi was a bit weird, Falla shrank her neck and looked back at Soshian.

"Then he will settle down with you first, you can arrange it."

After speaking, Soshian turned and left.

"Come, come, I have some good things here, come here."

When Soshian looked back again, the door of Loken Workshop was closed again.

"He...should be fine, right?"