God Emperor’s Angel of Death

The captain walked out of the hall and turned to the bow, Archbishop follow closely from behind.

They passed through the choir, entered a narrow passage, and then walked hundreds of meters to a crossroad.

Then the captain walked down the stairs, Archbishop followed him down several floors until there was a huge iron door at the end of the stairs.

Then Bilak was nodded, and two guards opened the door for them.

In the storage warehouse, crates and boxes are stacked high on steel frames. The vault is so simple that Ponfigli frowned when he saw it.

"I let you down."

"Where did the holy prayers I just saw?"

"I believe this is enough ."

The captain pointed to the container.

"Many of the items stored here are replicas, and they are also respected, but not the most solemn respect. I promise that nothing ungodly will happen here."

Ponfigli lowered his head, he admitted it.

"As for the unidentified objects."

The captain went on to say:

"The same principle applies. When we determine their characteristics and therefore determine Before their sacredness, they can only be stored here. Although this storage vault is not decorated, my lord, it is still sacred."

"I'm very satisfied, Captain, please continue."

The captain took Archbishop to a box at the end of the first row of shelves, and placed it on a large workbench, next to it were data plates, scrolls, and leather-bound books.

"I know, you have been working hard."

"Yes, this work is very complicated, and there are many contradictions recorded. We have not made any progress yet. "

Speaking, the captain began to open the box.

It was not locked, but a dozen bronze clips clamped it.

"Where did you find it?"

Pang Feili curiously asked:

"Can't this provide some clues?"

Bilak shook the head.

"We found it in the wreckage of an underground ruin. In that ruin, we also saw the remains of Astarte Power Armor, but we couldn’t recognize which Order’s power armour was. , They are all silver and don’t have a shoulder badge... The remains were buried again. We believe this is the best courtesy to the angels."

"What is Astarte doing there?"

Ponfigli was even more curious, because Prandium had been fighting alone before the destruction, and there was no record of any Astarte order to support it until it was completely swallowed by Tyranid.

Even so, he still sees greater significance from the increasing number of coincidences.

"I don't know."

The captain shook the head.

"I can’t guess why they are there, but in any case, this is what we found"

After that, he took out a shelf from it and placed it on On the table, he then took a step back and stepped aside to Pang Feili to check the sacred relic.

This is a heavy ancient book, the book cover is made of gorgeous precious metal, and the front is a cold face.

The mask looked neither male nor female, staring at Ponfigli with hollow eyes.

He received cold gaze, his limbs began to tremble, and the blood in his body flowed to the heart, leaving only the skin with numbness.

The face is golden, fixed on the cover by a solid frame, which looks solid and beautiful.

Its eyes and mouth are inlaid with jewels, and the outline of the cheekbones are also inlaid with dazzling gems. They extract light from the roof light and refract it into a dazzling spectrum for Pang Feili to see To the splendid golden and colorful brilliance intertwined together.

That face is serene and serious. There are subtle runes carved on the forehead. Lines of runes traverse the surface of the mask like time and wrinkles, highlighting the beauty of that face.

The all around on the face is filled with obscure information, complex patterns and chants in distorted handwriting.

This ancient book made Archbishop concentrated attention completely. His eyes jumped from one detail to another. Every detail is perfect. Together, they create an existence beyond perfection.

Pang Feili felt as if he was shocked, the beauty in front of him was even painful, but his eyes were still wide open, his eyes seemed to be watching a kaleidoscope, from one person’s face to another. The face, then to another.

He feels that he can spend a lifetime watching every face presented by the mask, even so, he can't see it all.

"This..."

Pang Feili cleared his throat, unable to look away.

"This is amazing!"

"Indeed, this is a great masterpiece. Once we have determined its origin, we can safely exhibit."

Archbishop admired the beauty of the ancient book in a daze. He only had this thing in his mind.

"Staring at this miracle is like feeling the gaze of the God Emperor. It can only be copied from the face of an angel or a Saint."

It is not because of sacred that I said this. The sacredness of relic, but the idea of ​​Archbishop in the ancient book itself.

In Literature there is such a magical power on that face, and the light shines on the gems so much that no mortal face can match it.

It is destined to be appreciated, as if there are a pair of living eyes looking out from behind the mask, summon believers are immersed in the ecstasy of faith.

Archbishop felt that the ability to look at the mask with a rational eye was slipping away from him. He felt a little nervous about it, but then awe overwhelmed his mind.

"I think so too. The person who made this face for Saint must be very special, but before we know which Saint it is, I must leave it here. This is what I must do. Responsibility."

"Indeed."

Pang Feili reluctantly replied that he did not want Birac to put away the ancient books in front of him,

He stared at the relic until the lid was closed, and moved the perfect face out of his sight to make him feel the pain of an important thing being stolen.

No, it's worse than this, it's a kind of bereavement.

When the captain took him out of the vault, Archbishop looked nothing unusual, but his mind was turbulent.

He found what he had been looking for. The value of that scripture was much greater than all the other relics on the ship combined. This kind of sacred relic must be exhibited in the most magnificent cathedral.

When he thought of how inflammatory influence the holy scripture would have on the faith of citizens, the heaviness in his body disappeared, and now he even wanted to dance with excitement. This is a must for Valais Bring more gifts of faith as strong as flames.

He must try to make this happen. This must be the will of the God Emperor.

Otherwise, why would fate let me see such a relic?

The reflection of gold and the rays of light of gemstones shined in Ponfigli's mind, until he returned to his bedroom, the perfect face in his memory still tortured him, in summon him, and he vowed to respond It's calling.