God Emperor’s Angel of Death

Leaving the assembly hall, they soon arrived at the command spire of the fortress, and headed to Chapter Chang Randall Blanchard's room.

In the wide corridor leading to the room, there are many broken weapons lined up, and some warriors called the desolate guards.

When I heard this name, Soshian had already confirmed that the White Temple, like Astral Knight, is the heir of Eleven Legion.

These lavishly decorated veterans wore terminator armor and guarded them at key positions. There was a conspicuous black minaret coat of arms on the left shoulder armor, which is also one of the symbols of the Eleven Legion familiar to Soshian.

"Chapter I hope I can meet with you alone."

At the end of the corridor are two huge bronze gates. Muthari stopped whispering and stopped, looking at Soshian. The expression on the face.

"Talos, you are waiting outside."

Talos is nodded, staying outside with Soshian's guard.

The moment Soshian walked into the room, with a slight click, the two bronze doors closed automatically.

Another pair of identical doors is closed tightly in front of the house.

Soshian looked all around and found that the environment here is very comfortable, the air is cool and clean, seeping through the blinds, and even the lazily gurgling sound of the fountain in the courtyard outside can be heard.

In the middle of the room there is a huge table on which is placed a kettle, a towel, and a crystal-cut glass, shining in the soft light.

Soshian didn't move, just kept standing in front of the door.

He watched the sun shine through the blinds, smelled the fragrance of wood and fabric like flowers, and listened to the music played gently by the fountain.

Through the window, he could see a majestic fortress made of rock, adamantine and steel spreading to the surroundings. The slot is squeezed in the middle of the colonnade, and there is a polished monument to commemorate the pride and hug of mankind

All these are displayed under the blue sky of the Sanctuary Star.

Soshian stood quietly, listening to the soft sound of water, and calmly recalled the doubts and confusions in all these things.

"I'm sorry to keep you waiting for a long time, but there is something to deal with."

Suddenly, there was a voice, quite soft, with a sizzle Voice.

Soshian woke up from his meditation. He couldn't see the speaker, but saw that the second door had been opened. He didn't notice when they were unlocked. The mechanical structure inside must be very smooth.

Passing through the door, he entered a large, sunny room.

A whole wall was replaced by seamless glass, and the mountains broke the distant horizon, shining white rays of light in the sunlight.

The ground is covered with polished wooden floors, and various weapon racks and bookshelves are dotted around the cave-like interior-which makes Soshian feel weird, a combination of a collector’s study and an armory , Full of contradictions.

The room is very quiet, the door is closed behind him, as quiet and elegant as when it was just opened.

Soshian stayed on the spot, standing for a while, listening to his breathing, thinking whether what he saw around him was real.

"I hope I won't surprise you with how I look now."

The voice came from somehow, and Soshian turned around and scanned the room.

The voice sounded like it was ringing in the air in his ears, echoing on the panels, sinking into the fabric of the woven carpet—sorrowful tone, rich in tone, but a little hoarse.

Later, Landauer slowly stepped out from behind the bookshelf.

He was not much different eight years ago. He is still tall and tall without wearing a power armor, but his left arm has become a mechanical arm, and his face seems to have two scars.

Soshian settled down.

"Randall brother, your hand--"

As soon as he spoke, he felt stiff and stupid.

Randall didn't answer, he was just laughed, Soshian noticed the other's eyes, full of life-deep, gaze as if a torch, almost as sharp as the eyes of a bird.

The eyes stared at Soshian for a while.

"I was not lucky enough to be bitten by something, but I was lucky to be missing an arm."

Then, Landauer walked over to a huge sofa and sat down Go up.

His movements are a little staggering, like a person who has been trained to reach the natural limit of Peak, but has suffered serious injuries. This seems a little weird.

Then he leaned back, his gray face was slightly smoother, and his tight expression relaxed.

"Sit down."

Soshian did so and walked to a huge chair across from the sofa.

"Would you like a little drink?"

Randall asked, and glanced at the glass bottle on the table between them, which was a clear liquid .

But Soshian is not a drinker, even more how in this strange place, he really has no interest, so he shook his head and said:

"No, thank you."

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The Chapter of the White Church was laughed and poured himself a glass of something that looked like wine.

After that, he raised the wine glass to his nose and let the smell linger for a while.

"I grew up on Sanctuary Star. This world seems to be useless to many people, but this wine is a very popular trade item."

He said, from the cup He took a sip, whirled in his mouth, and then swallowed it.

"But even though it is well-known in the galaxy, the Sanctuary Star is still worthless to most people."

Randall squeezed his thick Lips, contemplative.

"Like our abandoned Legion."

He said, his eyes sharpened suddenly, like Raptor without hesitation.

"Everyone knows that it used to be important, but everyone thinks it is worthless."

Soshian didn’t appear surprised. He looked at each other and then Pour myself a glass.

This is a kind of Distilled Liquor, but it's not spicy, it's very moisturizing.

"Who are you?"

Putting down the wine glass, Soshian asked softly.

Randall smiled slightly in response.

"I am the Chapter Chief of White Church."

"That's it?"

"What else do you want to hear?"

Soshian hesitated for a moment, he didn't know whether he should report his name, but the opponent is also the inheritance of Eleven Legion, and depending on the history of the situation, it may be longer than Astral Knight.

In the end, he decided not to talk about it first, so he changed the question:

"How did you keep the past history?"

"Because one person, one order,"

"Who can disobey the order of the God Emperor?"

Randall, who was trapped in the sofa, drank all of his cups. Then, holding the cup in both hands, trembling lips exhaled a sulky breath containing alcohol, and whispered softly:

"Prime Minister Imperium, Regency Tyra, Handprinter, Makado Makiweave."

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