God Emperor’s Angel of Death

Chapter 73

The morning sun has not yet dissipated the chill of the night, and the morning breeze is still slightly cold.

Outside the opening of the city gate, a group of rickety figures walked in slowly under the watchful eyes of the guards.

Most of their faces have turned grayish-yellow, with deep wrinkles, their eyes narrowed into a line, and their surroundings were swollen and red.

People who plant the land, wind blowing and sun shining all day long, mostly like this.

The head is an old man, with a rag hat on his head, only a very thin work clothes on his body, groaning all over, holding a dirty white rag in his hand, using twigs Hold it up.

The hand is not the red and round hands of the landlords, but rather thick, stupid and cracked claws like dead tree bark.

It's hard to tell the age of this group of people from their appearance, probably without youngsters.

After they entered the city, they were immediately surrounded by guards and came forward to search their bodies.

"Let them come over."

The voice with metallic feel sounded from the square, and the guards scattered like clouds to all around, giving way to a path.

Those people walked to the center of the square with fear and anxiety.

I saw a giant as tall as the Iron Pagoda, standing in front of them, beside another sword warrior, and ten similar giants arcing around behind them.

The giants are all wrapped in thick silver-gray armor. The robes and ribbons on their bodies are gently drifting with the morning breeze, and there is a scrutiny gaze from the dark eyepieces on the helmets.

The invisible oppression force came from them, and those people stopped when they were fifty meters away.

The headed old man appeared happy and sad on his face, and squirmed his lips, but made no sound.

After someone coughed violently, his attitude immediately became respectful, dangling to his knees, his upper body crawling down, his forehead pressed against the ground, and he clearly said:

"Sinner Chris, it's a great honor to be able to admire the dignity of the angel of Divine Sovereign."

He was speaking in Gothic. Although it was lame, he could barely understand it.

This surprised Soshian a bit.

While the old man knelt down, the people who followed him also paid homage to the angels in the same manner, and praised the name of Divine Sovereign in their mouths.

Soshian has a lot of things to say, but he feels that he is blocked by something. He just lingers in his mind and can't spit it out.

"You traitors! Rebellious! Thief! Murderer!"

At this time, West spoke first, and he directly moved towards those who were kneeling on the ground yelling.

"You are so brave, and you still have the face to meet the noble angel! You should be dug out your eyes and cut off your tongue! Hanged on the city gate!"

As West’s curses sounded, the nearby landlords clamored. The appearance of the angels gave them the greatest support. They were still in the city with fear and anxiety, but now they are filled in the heart. Courage, just want to catch those rebellious serfs as soon as possible, fiercely tortured them, so that they would never dare to rebel in their entire lives.

"Aiya!"

Suddenly, West flew out, then fell to the ground and rolled in pain.

Almin retracted the chain saw sword and hung it back on his waist. He just touched the opponent's chest with the hilt just now, which made the person close his mouth.

Seeing the angel's anger, everyone immediately closed their mouths.

Those people on the ground are still lying on the cold masonry.

After that, a quiet sound floated from the grille of Soshian's helmet.

"Get up."

In this place, his command was absolute, and those people then stood up dangling one by one.

The old man in the lead regained his footing with the help of another person.

"Wait, why are you messing up?"

Soshian's next sentence almost made them kneel down again.

"Stand up!"

Almin's bend made their knees straighten again.

"Sinners dare not conceal, they really have no food, no clothes, and can't live anymore...but we are still Imperium's obedience! We are not the anti-Imperium!"

The old man choked up when he talked about the back.

"My lord! My lord! They are lying!"

West, who had been knocked out before, got up alive again and walked near the Demi-Gods, right. The old man scolded:

"Such blasphemy! What do you think of angels? Are you fools!"

He turned around and faced Soshian, Bend down and pointed at the rebellious serfs.

"Supreme, honorable angel, you may not know that these spooky people are the most cunning and often do poor appearances! Obviously they cultivate the land of Divine Sovereign, and every time they collect taxes, they ask for grain. No grain, no livestock but no livestock, in fact they have everything! When you lift the floor or knock on the wall, it is either underground or in a secret storage room! Also in the valleys and deep streams, they secretly hide the future Registered farmland!"

Soshian held back his light, the man said hoarse, full of righteous indignation, just like Magistrate in the trial of heresy.

"My lord! They look loyal on the surface, but in fact they will lie the most! No matter what they will lie! They will besieged the city and tax authorities if they feel dissatisfied! The so-called obedience is simply the most stingy. The most cunning, the most cowardly, the worst, the least faithful! They are always thinking about how to destroy the authority of Imperium, destroy the faith of Divine Sovereign, and satisfy their desire for anarchism!"

"You nonsense !"

"You are the real liar! Murderer!"

West's words immediately aroused the opposition of the serfs, their necks and faces flushed with anger. If it weren't for the presence of the angels, I would have rushed to fight with the landlord.

"You treat people as animals! But you can't eat as much as animals! Taxes are getting heavier year by year!"

A short and stout man who looks relatively thick pointed West shouted angrily:

"A few years ago, you still harvested 70%. After a year, it became 80%, and then 80%! Finally, it was 90%! How do people live! How do you live!"

"Why don't you say that you delayed taxes before! I paid you in advance! Shouldn't you collect some interest!"

"That There were heavy rains and floods in the year—"

"Shit! Tax collectors don't care about these! We are the ones who are forced to pay taxes! We! Not you! You are good, and there is no gratitude at all! "

"Quiet!"

With a sharp shout, all mortals lowered their heads and closed their mouths at the same time.

Soshian glanced over the rebel farmers, and then said:

"Paying taxes is the eternal obligation of Imperium citizens. This is irrefutable."

"Yes..."

The farmer's head dropped lower.

"But it is also Imperium's responsibility to guarantee the basic survival rights of Imperium's people."

Soshian turned to West.

"Why do you sit and watch the people of Imperium die of hunger."

"no no no...I..."

West wiped it away The sweat on the head responded in a low voice:

"We have always provided the most basic aid rations..."