God Emperor’s Angel of Death

"Ha, little fellow is lost."

In the wild laughter, the cultist who was hit by Havel slammed on him, hitting hard Hit him on the head.

The sudden attack made the recruit feel dizzy and almost fainted.

This is so cruel, he can't help but think.

But there is no doubt that compared to these atrocities, the smiling face in front of me is even more cruel.

A necklace made of silver Small Mirror and tattered feathers strung together is hung on the neck of the cultist. He is wearing a blue-gray priest robe, stained with blood, with an open collar. , Seems to be showing the strange carving on his skin.

"Finally found you, little soldier."

The cultist said cheerfully, with a strange accent.

After that, he drew his dagger, and other cultists also surrounded him.

Although they were still ringing in their ears, Javier could still hear their laughter.

The cold laser rifle is still in his hand, he can shoot, he can shoot, his fingers trembling on the trigger.

"Oh!"

The cultist noticed his little movement and suddenly said with a big smile, showing his black teeth.

"Will you shoot me, false god's running dog? But it seems a bit late, too late to save your comrades in arms."

This At that time, Movey’s voice echoed in Havel’s head again,

"Shoot, idiot, shoot!"

But even this time, Havel didn’t Able to pull the trigger, he sighed with a trembling sigh and threw the laser rifle to the ground.

"I surrender--"

This voice sounded a bit harsh, but he had no other concerns.

"Don't kill me, please."

The cultist laughed so loudly that it overshadowed the rumbling sound of the machine, and his brother sisters joined in. It sounded like a group of crows howling.

"Then what can you do for me? A soldier who can't even shoot?"

The cultist sighed, weighing the dagger in his hand and said.

"But your blood, your soul, is another matter."

Then, in a chanting sound, the leading cultist raised his dagger. Javier wanted to struggle but was squeezed by a large hand nearby, so he closed his eyes in despair and held his breath.

But after a while, the knife did not fall on him. Instead, there were a series of deafening explosions and repeated firing of laser rifles.

Blood splashed on his face again, the difference is that the blood this time is cold, as if it was splashed a few weeks ago.

Javier began to retching again, until the silhouette stood in front of him.

The Astra Militarum soldier looked up cautiously. When he saw the black muddy black boots, his blood clotted.

He already knows who is standing in front of him.

Sebastian Yarek, their political commissar.

"Stand up, Pvt. Javier."

Javier struggled to stand up, although his legs were still shaking.

The young political commissar seems to be standing in the shadows. He wears a black costume. The edges are covered with mud and plasma. The hem of the political commissar’s coat is swaying with the steaming heat. The silver breastplate is full of Dents and scratches.

Aric looked directly into Havel's eyes, as they always knew, the commissar never escaped.

Unlike him--

After calming down a bit, Havel finally plucked up the courage to lift the head to look at the other's face.

Areak has a fresh scar on his light gray skin. Black's eyes are so cold that it makes people feel like they are in the deep ocean.

The people standing behind Arrick wore the same green-gray uniform as Havel. He saw his superior, Lieutenant Miller and the squad behind him. The captain’s face was carved with scars. Expressionless, never even blinked.

After seeing Havel, Miller turned his head and said something, but he didn't know what it was, but he felt that the other party was saying--

"stupid".

Arik lowered his head slightly and looked at Havel's laser rifle lying in the dust.

"Your battery is full."

He said quietly, as if he was stating an insignificant daily chore.

"You didn't fire a shot."

Javier can't lie. It will be like he can't shoot. This is impossible.

"Sorry...I didn't."

"You ran away, you failed to shoot when facing the enemy, and then ran away."

If you say This is an interrogation, so the words are too gentle, but Javier knows that this by no means means he has been forgiven.

He recalled Movi’s desperate face, his comrades dragged him to retreat, but he abandoned the fighting comrades and left the position privately so that he could escape first...

"Yes--"

His voice trembled.

Arik's eyes have not changed. Although there is no malice, he is still extremely cold.

After that, he raised his gorgeous red and black explosive pistol and aimed it at Havel's forehead.

"Private Javier."

The trial came as scheduled.

"You betrayed your duty to the 4337 Infantry Regiment, abandoned your oath to Holy Terra, and tarnished the glory of Golden Throne. Your punishment is... death."

Tears crossed Javier's face again. He hoped he didn't, at least not in front of him.

"Do you have anything to defend yourself?"

Javier listened to the rumbling sound of the train head beside him, and felt the dust sliding across his cheek, from head to head. The feet were trembling, as if they were between World of Ice and Snow.

"I...I just want to survive."

After he finished speaking, he couldn't control his emotions anymore and sobbed in a low voice.

Arik looked at him and exhaled slowly, and Javier seemed to hear the sound of his gloved fingers slowly pulling the trigger.

"Then you should choose to fight."

There was a flash of fire from the muzzle, and Javier's world fell into darkness.

The moment Javier’s body fell, Yarek replaced the blaster with a new magazine.

From the beginning of the battle to the present, he changed the magazine of his pistol four times and fired a total of thirty-two shots, six of which were used to execute his own soldiers.

Since they landed in Valledo, everything has been messed up.

Valedo is a peaceful Shrine World. The initial newsletter is just a simple riot. Everyone thinks it may be some extreme sect conflict-even within the state religion, there is never lack of violence. Ambitious and weird doctrines around.

But when several Astra Militarum regiments including the 4337 Infantry Regiment were deployed to Valledo, nothing seemed to happen.

This confuses Yarek and the others. They even think that something is wrong with the dispatch system of the military department-this is nothing new.

Before further orders from the Ministry of Military Affairs, several regiments can only be scattered and stationed in various places. There are even a large number of Imperium army soldiers and officers who take the opportunity to take a vacation and enjoy the fun of carnival with the residents on the planet.

The planet’s Archbishop is preparing to hold a grand ceremony in the planet’s capital and show a large number of sacred relics.

This also attracted a lot of Astra Militarum to watch.