God Emperor’s Angel of Death

The Garden of Remembrance is located on the east side of the Avenue of Heroes. Sorge watched the brightly dressed Nest City Law Enforcement Group pass by and walked along the very wide road to the gate, which was the middle level. A giant porch in the high wall of the nest can be clearly seen from a few kilometers away.

The environment of the garden is very elegant. The oval pool surrounded by the inscription wall is full of white water lilies, and the flower bed next to it is clumps of rushes and vine flowers.

Here, you can't see any trace of war at all, as if the dark galaxy is countless light years away.

But Sorge has seen countless such Small Worlds, which he considers to be independent, and was eventually ravaged by ruthless violence.

The Milky Way is just a bloody Colosseum. Anyone who wants to be safe will pay the most tragic price.

But the people here really respect the dead.

They engraved those names on the stone bricks of the avenue, this garden, and the black marble walls of the memorial hall.

The remains of the deceased are placed in this garden, and the tombs built in advance are located below the pool and flowerbeds.

Sorge can imagine a scenario. After countless years of war, the stone bricks of the avenue can no longer bear more names, the tombs are filled, and the walls of the memorial hall are completely covered.

How will they commemorate the dead by then?

Then he blinked, dispelling the weird idea.

The funeral carrier landed smoothly on the stone apron in the garden. Eight spaceships were parked side by side, and the wings were folded above like butterfly wings. The coffins they carried had to be later. Was removed.

As a funeral attendant, he has been here long enough, about thirty minutes, this time is enough to arouse suspicion.

It's time to get out and find a new identity.

Sorge picked up his package and carried it on his shoulders and walked away quietly along the lawn.

The dark funeral uniform is solemn and tidy. At the same time, because there is nothing on this plain clothing except the golden emblem of the funeral guard, he appears to be of high status out of thin air.

In a city where there are people wearing uniforms everywhere, he can pretend to be any identity without being exposed unless someone knows all the uniforms of all institutions.

However, all eyes are on bigger things.

Sorge walked up the path north of the garden like an uninhabited one, passed through one after another huge angular arches, along the road with flags on both sides in the shade of majestic yew trees Row.

The designers of the garden planned this place into an elegant, quiet and sad place.

The gray tree canopy is enough to transform the rays of light from the noon sun into the twilight. Floor tiles, memorial walls and tomb arches are all made of Lapis Lazuli.

The oval-shaped pond is full of plants, and the still water is as dark as a curtain.

Under the smooth, mirror-like water surface, ghost-like fish are swimming around, and the plants floating on the pool water are gray, just like a handkerchief soaked in tears, smooth as a mirror——

A breeze swept across the trees around him, and Sorge tightened his body.

The ripples spread on the surface of the pond.

Suddenly, Sorge's eyelids began to beat.

He has a dry mouth and feels the pain pulsating in his head.

"Please, not now."

He whispered softly but firmly, knowing that his master was trying to summon him.

The man was trying to establish psionic communication. Not surprisingly, he planned to use a nearby pond as a projection surface.

There is no doubt that he has been in control of his whereabouts and confirmed that he has not deviated from the direction of the mission.

Sorge swallowed hard, and the light wind neighed again, disturbing the gray leaves.

At this time, the heavy object in his backpack began to tremble slightly, as if he had sensed the subspace disturbance around him.

[Please, master]

This time he spoke with his heart.

[This place is very dangerous, let me find a safe place, otherwise I may be exposed, there are psionics watching on the tower in the middle of the nest]

, The breeze slowly passed.

The pain disappeared.

He turned around and continued walking, but there was still a tingling pain on his skin.

The distant voice became so dull that Sorge felt like he was underwater.

He involuntarily glanced at the pond beside him and found that the surface of the water had become still, like a black mirror—a divination mirror.

The fish in the pond are suspended in the water, and the fins stopped in the process of swinging.

A shadow fell on the projection surface, but not his shadow.

He was horrified to see the dark golden eye-shaped pattern, the cat-shaped creature walking around, and the giant-like body.

The silhouette quickly occupied the entire pond.

[Really not, master]

He turned around, pulled his gaze away from the shadow, and strode along the stone-paved road, behind his head for a while Buzzing.

In the end, the psychic tentacles disappeared.

He quickly left the garden and came to an exceptionally quiet street.

The failed communication gave him a splitting headache and his hands trembled.

But now we must be cautious. He has inspected the security system of Soms Nest and knows that the owner of the Nest has activated the power of psychic surveillance.

And in this world, there is also a large number of Astral Whispers stationed. The defense system must integrate psionic technology. If you establish uncovered communication in the garden, you are likely to suffer aware.

Being noticed by a psionicist will make his job more difficult and may cost him his life.

Sorge is tired of fleeing life and death.

Shaking all over, he found a splendorous and majestic tavern on an empty street corner with bright lights inside.

This luxuriously decorated place is set up for House officials and politicians. The entire area adjacent to the Memorial Garden is quite elegant and wealthy.

So he walked in.

The magnificent hall is full of gilded decorations and candlesticks. The frescoed ceiling overlooks the rows of tables and chairs and the boxes by the wall.

Now it is very empty, with only a few idle waiters and some servants, and he was immediately seen.

Sorge sat down in the nearest box and immediately fell into that relatively private environment.

These high-back chairs are covered with leather upholstery, and the entire box is surrounded by pieces of stained glass to isolate it from the outside world.

Behind the box, the wall above the seat is composed of a large piece of crystal glass, allowing Sorge to observe people entering and leaving the tavern without attracting attention.

His hands are still shaking.

The waiter wearing an apron brought him a can of water and an open cup, as well as a large glass of cognac he ordered when he entered the door.

"Do you want to eat, sir?"

The waiter asked softly.

Food is a good idea. Sufficient carbohydrates and protein can help eliminate the headache caused by psionic communication.

"Bread, salted butter, and a fried Glocks steak."

Glocks is a large, fast-moving and aggressive reptile, originated from Solomon Galaxy.

When this galaxy was incorporated into the territory by Imperium, it was discovered that this animal possesses many useful characteristics, such as being able to survive in almost any environment and even feed on the most indigestible food.

Glocks meat itself is also very delicious and nutritious. Because of their value as livestock, they have been introduced to other planets throughout the galaxy, so Glocks is currently the most common livestock in the entire Imperium. .

"We also have some fresh apple peaches."

Apple peaches are a very expensive fruit. Only part of Agri-World can be grown. This thing has a large Disadvantages-if their storage temperature cannot be accurately controlled below 18.5 degrees, they will rot in a few minutes.

But it is also famous for its sweetness and juicy. Generally, only the upper-middle layer of the nest has a chance to eat it.

"Okay, let's have a serving, with some root vegetables."

The waiter nodded, then turned and walked into the back kitchen.