God Emperor’s Angel of Death

Falzad’s desire and impulse to fight can occasionally turn into a leader’s recklessness, but Soshian believes that this is also a necessary quality for a good warrior in the early stage, so he does Then decided to behave in a good way.

"We are still very new to this world. We can't let go of any clue, even a living person."

He explained patiently:

"You need to understand what is happening here in order to act better. Ustad won't have any problems."

"I didn't worry about him, but it was too boring."

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Falzad murmured as he kicked a piece of burnt wood inside the fire.

"Falzad, concentrate."

After speaking, Soshian swiftly used combat gestures to signal the squad to expand on both sides of him.

"This is a settlement."

Soshian gave them instructions on the communication channel through text and combat gestures, which is actually training their execution ability.

"Prepare to encounter resistance, Falzad, go to the front to detect, provide possible offensive points, keep hidden, brothers, do not let the enemy detect."

Falzad used The gesture indicated that he received and moved forward, and the slender orange grass made a sound as he walked.

Although he is wearing heavy armor, his concealment skills are still very good, and the footsteps from his heavy boots can almost be ignored.

A wall made of vines appeared in the woods. The leaves made a shaking sound as the warm wind blew, and the reflection of metal could be seen occasionally in front.

"A wall."

Falzad approached the city wall covered with vegetation, pulled down the vines on it, and a lot of mud They fell together-the roots of these plants have penetrated into the walls.

The metal fence five meters away has long collapsed, and its rusty skeleton has become a scaffolding for plants to climb.

Space Marine grabbed a dilapidated wall with his hands.

From the damage on the fortification, he saw that the building inside was also covered by vegetation.

It's very quiet here. all around is full of life.

Falzad’s ears heard the sounds of small animals moving through the vegetation, and his breathing mask turned on the external circulation mode, sending the healthy air in this rich ecological system into the lungs .

The gentle wind blew over his armor, and the surrounding temperature was 23.3°C—these all are he saw from the rune on the visor, but he didn't really feel them.

Falzad wanted to take off the helmet and feel the surrounding environment personally, but Soshian asked them to wear a helmet at all times on the battlefield-although ordinary weapons are not a big deal for Astarte power armor. But it was enough to penetrate his unprotected head.

He then walked to the gate, and through the gate was a road made of stone concrete, extending into a bush. Its once flat surface is now covered by tree roots and weeds. Shattered.

If it weren't for this gate, they would never have realized the existence of this road.

"I have reached the gate, Chapter is long."

He said in the communicator.

"Moving forward."

"Minimize long-distance communication as much as possible. I didn't find any electronic signals, but be careful to sail for thousands of years."

The voice in the communicator stopped.

He moved forward along the edge of the road, birds screamed from their nests built in the settlement buildings, and a transport vehicle blocked the middle of the road.

There is the Astra Militarum logo on the car body, as well as explosion scars.

Soon, he found a place that exuded a strong smell of blood and was also positioned by the ornithology.

A small sect church in the village.

It looks so shabby and unremarkable, but when Falzad cautiously opened the door of the church, what caught his eye was a shocking scene.

The place that once praised the honor of the God Emperor has now become a hell. Go to the clothes, put on the most obscene pose and piece it together into a huge heresy symbol.

And their lost heads--

Looking around, the surrounding walls seemed to have been smeared with a layer of flesh-colored mud, and countless faces wailed under torture.

They were struggling, trying in vain to gain freedom, crying for the cursed movement of no end, and their tortured voices formed a song of suffering that was hard to hear.

When Falzad walked in, the faces on the wall screamed loudly, the volume reached its peak in the desperate climb, and began to melt, sliding down the floor at a disgustingly slow speed .

Falzad stared at the entrance of the entire abattoir, trying not to imagine the horror that once happened in this dim, yellow hell.

Strong nausea and anger rolled in his heart.

But anger is not helpful to him at this time, he must think calmly.

Suddenly, he felt a cold hand grabbing his foot firmly, so he lowered his head and saw a creature that was barely human crawling on the ground-his skin was peeled off. The legs were cut off, and even the spine had been pulled out, as if only a scarlet hollow body remained.

Under the empty right eye socket of the man who was staring frantically, there was a flash of hatred.

"Angel——Hope——"

He made a harsh sound intermittently, and the result of the gradual disappearance of his organs was to give his voice a touch of mechanical texture.

At this time, Falzad realized that this person might be the only life in the bird's burial ceremony-the survivor of this massacre.

Seeing Falzad notice him, the man's hand gripped tighter.

The two fingers of his right hand are nowhere to be seen, and the other wrist is only left with a stump.

"—Kill them—for us—for the God Emperor."

He roared, his eyes cracking.

"I will."

Then the man pointed a trembling finger at a broken tile on the ground.

"There—"

The anger in his eyes disappeared, leaving only the prayer.

"I understand."

Falzad murmured lowly, then let out a sharp roar full of anger, punched out his fist, and penetrated the tortured The chest cavity shattered the man's heart and ended his pain.

The rest deserve the last mercy.

Then he walked to the floor tiles, broke them, and took out a report letter and a religious book called "The Perfect Sacred Word" from it.

The signer of the report is Jacques, the pastor of the local church, and the person who was just released by Falzad.

After flipping through the diary for a while, Falzad opened the newsletter.

"Long Chapter, I found...something."

Soon, Soshian led the team to this place, and they were shocked by this man-made hell.

Yazdan burned the entire church torch with incomparable anger, and when he set the fire, Soshian read the report letter.

The content is very simple, that is, Pastor Jacques suspects that the bishop of his diocese has heretical tendencies, based on the "Perfect Word".

According to him, this book was widely spread in the diocese and forced every pastor to preach to the believers every day. There are many problems from the root, which not only distort the many doctrines of the state religion, but also Describing the God Emperor's throne as a garden that can accept unlimited desires is completely illogical.

The restraint and introspection in the doctrine of the state religion have been erased, leaving only boundless dedication and excessive emancipation of oneself.

There is no doubt that, no matter from which point of view, this is a heresy.

But Jacques wrote on the back of the whistleblower letter that not long after he sent the whistleblower letter to Archbishop, he was beaten back and reprimanded him for not being able to fight his superiors.

From this time, Pastor Jacques realized that things were not as simple as he thought, so he entrusted his friends for many years to secretly send the whistleblower and evidence to the neighboring court agency.

From the results, it seems that he is still a step late.