God Emperor’s Angel of Death

The blade feast lasted until late at night, and the decisive battle fought between the black sanctuary and the crimson fist.

After 20 minutes of fierce battle, Swordsman Rafael Bravo, the champion of the Black Templar, defeated the champion of Crimson Fist with greater endurance and resilience, Art Li Kurt, won the championship of this feast.

For Ustad, losing to the opponent seems less uncomfortable.

Under the witness of everyone, Rafael Bravo, on behalf of the Black Temple, took over the sword of Cebatus and also announced the end of this blade feast.

And all the champions who participated in the competition also received a medal to keep as a memorial.

The next time we get together, it will be a hundred years later, but I don’t know how many people will be able to reappear in this place.

For Astarte, life and death are the norm. Perhaps the people you meet today are separated from the yin and yang in an instant.

Perhaps because of this, there was a touch of sorrow at the celebration party.

At the lively banquet, Soshian met many outstanding and famous Imperium heroes, and they all had a strong interest in Soshian, who had achieved many achievements at a young age-of course, some people asked All of Ustad's sword technique was fooled by Soshian's wit.

To his surprise, Tiens Chapter vaguely expressed his desire to join the Alliance of Misery.

However, their internal opinions have not been unified yet, Soshian can only say that they are welcome to visit Victory Scar at any time.

In the meantime, there is another very strange thing.

The people from the White Temple suddenly found Soshian, and very mysteriously invited him to have a long meeting with their Chapter.

Although he didn't know what the other party wanted to do, he did not refuse.

At this time, it was Invert’s midnight. In the sky, besides the twinkling stars, there was also a large aurora——

Suddenly, a silhouette of a cloaked man Walking through a plain that was once a mountain peak, the lights from the monastery, which is comparable in size to the city, dyed the night sky. The tail flame of the battleship engine was brighter than the stars in the night sky. A large number of transport planes and large shuttles moved from the edge of the horizon. Swipe across, leaving an orange track.

On the sheep intestine path, there is no living thing except the flames on the two pillars swaying with the wind.

The silhouette stopped, turned and looked back.

He can see far, the darkness is invisible under his gaze, the gunboats and airborne boats are busy, and the personnel and equipment are being transported away one after another, and the lights are parked on the apron Move between.

There was a burst of laughter in the distance as the wind changed. For a moment, he thought he could hear the boring joke that caused the laughter.

In his mind, a picture of a warrior beating the back of another warrior emerged.

In the huge banquet hall, warriors of the same blood are sharing the brotherhood.

He listened for a while.

The wind blew again, making the slight laughter fuzzy, sparks jumping from the burning grease.

The excitement is theirs, and he can't realize it.

Thinking about this, the man turned and walked along the empty avenue.

As soon as the sun rises, the warriors gathered here will go their separate ways. Invite, the former home planet of the Imperial Fist, will continue to be silent as it used to be.

But now, he is the only one walking alone.

A stone mountain peak in Dali broke ground ahead, replacing the original hill. In the distant past, countless artisans worked tirelessly to decorate it as a symbol of victory and power: right here On the statue of Donne holding a sharp sword.

But now it’s empty and speechless, and the majesty of Dali Stone Mountain converges briefly at night.

The man stared at the outline of the statue and continued to walk.

No one can be seen here, nor is there any mark of the glory of the past. The Imperial Fist have all given up on their home planets, only the dim light flashing in the darkness from time to time and the dust swirling in the breeze.

Walking into the shadow cast by the statue, he heard the familiar buzzing, and the light sound from the elaborate Battle Armor vibrated in his ears.

He stopped, his eyes turned to the deeper darkness in the middle of the statue.

The five Terminators stood in the dark, invisible to most people.

He declared his identity with a phrase, and the Terminators hesitated and lifted their alert posture.

"Hello, Chapter of Randall Blanchard."

A voice came from the dark.

The man in the cloak turned around, and the flames illuminated his figure.

This is an Astarte, a gorgeous milk-white Battle Armor, but the breastplate and shoulder armor are black, with a white arrow cross on it.

He didn’t wear a helmet, he had a gloomy face, a deep scar was engraved on his chin, black hair on his head was somewhat similar to Soshian, and even his appearance was three to four points similar to Soshian. It's just that his eyes are red in the flames.

The man looked directly at the person hidden in the dark and raised his eyebrows.

"Fortunately meeting, Soshian Ariksha Chapter is long."

After that, Soshian stepped out of the darkness and waved his hand to let the five bodyguards retreat to 100 meters. Outside.

"This is the first time we meet."

Soshian laughed.

"But there is a very familiar feeling."

"Me too."

Randall's smile appeared dry.

"Can you chat?"

Soshian nodded.

They stepped on an open ladder and stretched upwards, and they walked side by side and began to climb.

"Mutari felt a force during the duel."

After a while, Landauer suddenly said:

"I at First is surprised."

Although Soshian was calm on the surface, he was a little nervous inside.

"Our strength comes from the God Emperor, and there is nothing special."

"You feel uneasy, I'm sure."

Randall laughed suddenly, and Soshian glanced at the people walking next to him.

"I don't quite understand what you mean?"

The Chapter of the White Church gave a long chuckle.

"Actually, I don't really understand it myself."

The two fell silent again and continued to climb.

Finally, the stairs merged into a wide open-air promenade, with a distant night sky at the end.

Hanging flags on the huge stone pillar, each flag is woven with metal wires with symbols: the black Iron Fist grips tightly.

Randall paused for a while, looked at the banner, and then the two came to a terrace.

In the night sky, the plain stretched far away, the lights from the buildings appeared in front of them, and the stars were scattered by the power armor on their bodies.

It was very windy, and Landauer leaned on the railing, his cloak hunting.

"brother."

Finally, he still spoke.

"When you call them by this word, do you feel a little bit awkward in your heart, because you know you are lying."

Soshian stared down and stared at her feet and was very far away from them Far Dorn Square.

"What do you want to say?"

"I am not their brother."

"You..."

Randall raised his head and smiled.

"Just like you."

Soshian's eyes became sharp immediately, but Randal did not avoid his gaze.

For a while, Soshian turned to the beginning.

"Maybe."

Randall raised his eyebrows, but remained silent.

"What do you...know?"

A smile flashed across Landall's face in the shadows, and it disappeared quickly. He didn't answer.

Suddenly, a gust of wind creaked the flags.

"Actually, I don't know what."

It's Soshian's turn to raise his eyebrows.

"Such dumb puzzles are boring."

"Yes."

Randall was nodded, his expression on his face remained unchanged, and then he straightened Body, turn around and leave the fence.

"You know what I want to say is true, but I still want to say...We all have a huge secret on our shoulders. This secret makes you and I unable to speak. I hope we can be more intelligent, after all...maybe we are the real brother."

"Randall, you--"

"I think what we said Enough is enough."

Randall started to walk away, and Battle Armor made a slight noise.

"Good night, Soshian · Alexei Chapter is long, I hope you can go to Sanctuary Star if you have time in the future, then... Maybe you and my doubts will all have an answer ."

Soshian didn't move. He still looked at the disappearing back of the other person, starlight and fire reflected in his eyes.

Since a long time, he straightened his body, turned and left.

In the night, the statue of Primordial Dorn still stands quietly...