God Emperor’s Angel of Death

"My lord."

Before Bachram and Calistarius took a break, a guard rushed in.

After a formal salute, he loudly said:

"There were just a few green skins sneaking outside. We used traps to wipe out most of them, but there were One escaped, and the foreman asked me to report to the two."

Bahram finished listening, frowned.

There is no doubt that Greenskin discovered this refugee camp and will soon launch a large-scale attack. The defense here cannot be said to be absent, but it is basically impossible to withstand a single blow.

"Thanks for your hard work."

After letting the guards leave, Bachram looked towards Calistarius, who was sitting on the ground and seemed to be meditating.

For some reason, think tanks became brow beaded with sweat, as if they were fighting fiercely with something.

"Sir, don't I remember that we evacuated all the civilians?"

"Have you not heard the Arrik political commissar?"

Hearing what Bachram said, Calistarius opened his eyes and said with a cold laugh:

"He must guard the nest at all costs. All the existing resources will be this Purpose serves, and the people here..."

After that, he suppressed his voice and shrugged at the same time.

"They were all abandoned, maybe their position was too deep into the territory of the greenskins and could not be saved at all, or maybe they were ignored in this panic, or maybe there was no extra Resources for them to survive, no matter what kind, they are left to wait for death, and the green skin is coming here."

Bahram sighed softly, his eyes turned to the door, a group of Child playing.

"No—"

Bahram's expression gradually became firm, he shook the head,

"No, they have not been given up, at least not yet , Because we are here."

"Only the two of us."

Calistarius pointed out the key issue sharply.

"Yes, we are just two people, two unyielding unyielding Astartes, carrying weapons and able to kill any greenskins in a heads-up."

"Do you think it will be trifling green skins."

Although Bachram is confident but not arrogant, he naturally knows that only trifling green skins will not come, but he still insist.

"Sir, the emperor has blessed this place, and we are the tools that the emperor sends here to carry out his will. This is our mission."

"Then your opinion is to stay Coming down?" Calistarius asked rhetorically, and Astral Knight's recruits responded nodded.

"Yes, I want to stay and go nowhere. If the God Emperor wants me to be generous here, then I will have no regrets."

Kali Starius laughed, did not say anything, and then continued to meditate with closed eyes.

Bahram doesn't know what the other party is thinking, but he has no intention of involving the think tank. If the think tank wants to retreat, he won't say a word.

The recruit put the gun on his shoulder, then stepped out of the church and into the street.

The guards are arranging the border of the settlement in the distance. They placed the grenades tied with the fuse at all possible entrances, which greatly consumed the few ammunition left. But it is undeniable that this is the most reasonable approach.

The residents now try their best to keep the children at home. Those very small children are too young to understand what the angels of the God Emperor are and why they are there, but They are all happy to see the legendary giant in the settlement, so curious little heads are on the windows.

Those older children will look at Bachram with respect and fear just like their parents.

Bahram found that no one had mentioned the evacuation. There was not even a communicator in this place. Everyone was silent about the matter of being abandoned by Imperium and waiting to die.

Until he asked one person, he knew that everyone had a fluke mentality, thinking that Greenskin would not patronize this barren little corner. They were so lucky to survive the big half a month.

But if you go to other places, you will face the risk of "instability", so people would rather choose false "stable".

This may be a bit of self-deception, but Bachram knows that he cannot demand too many of these pitiful persons.

"My lord, my lord?"

Suddenly, a woman's voice came.

Bahram turned to look at the muddy street behind, and found a woman staring at me, with a basin of water drawn from a public well on her head, and another one beside her was holding it. Four or five year old boy in her skirt.

The child had bare feet, and his feet were covered with mud.

"Is there anything I can do for help?"

Bachram responded with a smile, trying to make himself look kind.

"Go back to the house."

The woman said to her son, and then she waited until her son was out of hearing range before speaking.

"We are all going to die, right?"

"I..."

Bachram opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

Yes, they are likely to die, and everyone is likely to die, but he knows that even telling her this will be of no avail.

"No, you will not die."

Bachram said solemnly.

"Why not?"

The recruit tapped the eagle emblem on his chest lightly with his fist, as if there was infinite power on it.

"We are the angels of the God Emperor. We will protect everyone."

"God Emperor blessing."

The woman bent over gratefully, Then he turned and left. Bachram felt that he might not have left a deep impression on the other party. She might be impressed by the tall and strong heroes, or the secretive and alert Robin, or even the experienced Oscar. But it won't be him.

Bahram has always felt that he has nothing special, he is just an ordinary warrior.

"Hey."

Bahram then stopped her, and the woman stopped and turned to look at Astarte.

"If you can, stay at home today and don’t come out, what about your husband?"

"He is dead."

Bachram was stunned. , And then said softly:

"I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it, but at least... I am optimistic about the children."

She just bends over, and then gone.

After that, Bahram walked to the main entrance. He wanted to check the loopholes in the defense, and the guards saw him giving way.

The retaining wall is still the same, it looks strong, but Bachram knows that the green skin can kick out a big hole with just one foot, and those road piles are more comforting than the spikes. The actual effect, after all, the green leather here has guns and cannons.

After that, he boarded the defensive platform and looked at the dark passage in the distance. Suddenly, he seemed to see something.

A cluster of flashes appeared in the dark corridor, and then a bullet hit the wall by the door, half a meter away from Bachram’s head, and at the same time, it was dull as a rolling thunder. The sound of footsteps.

At this time, his most worried situation finally appeared.

"Green Leather is here!!!"