God Emperor’s Angel of Death

"You damn vampire! There is no such thing as relief rations at all!"

He was talking about a shaggy, weathered face, but he was better than others A much stronger man.

Soshian immediately noticed that the badge on the man’s collar had been heavily covered by stains, but it could still be distinguished that it was the badge of Astra Militarum.

The ragged shirt worn by this man can also be vaguely seen as Astra Militarum's training uniform.

Seeing the man jump out, West raised his eyebrows, and a look of disdain appeared on his face.

"Lieutenant Ventry Kos, as an Astra Militarum veteran, you really show the face of the Secretary of Military Affairs."

"Bah!"

This The former lieutenant Astra Militarum spit at West suddenly, showing no fear on his face.

"All you talk about is bullshit! They may be cowardly, maybe stingy, maybe cunning, but who made them like this?"

He pointed to West , Shouted sternly:

"It's you! It's you landlords and grain merchants!"

The face of this man's cyan-gray color showed an angry look that was almost crying. Every word spoken is gnashing teeth.

"If you don’t collect enough food, you will burn down the house! Force them to do coolies, do hard labor, and kill people if you don’t know how to do it! You also set up casinos in private to trick those self-employed into gambling, and wait for them to lose everything. When you get the money, you will lend and take away their fields! During natural disasters, you will also drive up prices,

loan usury! Fry the price of farm tools to dozens of times the purchase price!"

While cursing, the man's eyes widened, his teeth clenched, and the words were almost squeezed out between his teeth.

"What do you tell them to do! What should they do!!"

As he said, the man sat down on the ground, his hair hanging down, making a depressed cry, and using his fists. Fiercely hit the ground, even a blood imprint.

"Damn! Damn!"

Suddenly, a shadow enveloped him. The man looked up and found a giant in silver-gray armor standing in front of him. Thunderclouds are all over the body armor, bringing a kind of terrifying Destruction Aura.

"You just said that there is no relief rations?"

"My lord! My lord! Some and some! They are all greedy."

"Close Mouth!"

Soshian's sullen voice made West immediately close his mouth and tremble with fear.

Then he turned to the man on the ground.

"Tell me."

"No! I swear by my life! What they give is not a relief ration, but a small amount of grain and native plants wrapped in plaster. My lord, most of the native plants in this world are poisonous, and people will die if they eat too much! They send those things, roots

They didn’t want to save people! They wanted to kill people!"

The man curled up under Soshian's feet, with tears still hanging on his face.

"My wife and daughter... both died after eating those things!"

"Hu, nonsense! You are all talking nonsense! Obviously, clearly ate. that many food! But said he didn't eat anything!"

West is still defending himself.

"Don’t try to deceive the angels with pity! You are rebellious! You are the rebels to kill! You attacked Imperium’s tax authorities, this is an iron fact!"

"I, I..."

The old man who led the team before suddenly stood up, and then yanked a knife out of the crutch.

In a short time, Space Marines touched their weapons one after another, and the guards pointed their guns at them.

But no one thought that the old man stabbed a knife into his abdomen, then snarled and pulled it to the right.

"You--"

Soshian was also stunned. He saw thick blood spilling from the huge crack in the old man’s abdomen, and the air was filled with a strong bloody smell. Floating over the helmet into his nose.

"My lord, my lord!"

The old man's legs trembled, but he still clenched his teeth to support him. He put his hand into his abdomen and pulled out abruptly. Intestines.

The blue veins bursting from his forehead, you can imagine the degree of pain he was suffering, but he actually held it back, and held his intestines with his blood-filled hands, toward Soshian's direction Sent.

"You, look, absolutely, nothing...a grain, food!"

After speaking, the old man looked towards and fell down, and the people screamed and hurried to help Live him.

The old man's eyes widened, and his face full of folds and mud was a deep sadness. After the last two ups and downs of his chest, he became motionless.

"He...why."

Such a tragic scene deeply shocked Soshian, even more shocking than the blood and blood on the battlefield and the rain of bullets.

Why did a mortal who should be extremely fragile in his thinking and not of much value do this step?

What forced him to this step?

Soshian turned his head and looked at the landlord who had his head shrunk, his face pale as a dead body, his hand armor slowly tightened...

"Please constrict his body."

Suddenly, Thor, who hadn't spoken from the beginning to the end, stood up and pointed at the dead old man.

"We have understood what happened to you, and we will feed all this back to the governor of the constellation. Imperium will give you a fair judgment. Before the trial of Imperium arrives, ensure your safety."

The retired lieutenant of Astra Militarum understood Saul's words, and after being silent for less than ten seconds, nodded.

Then Saul turned to West and said:

"Once they put down their weapons, they are no longer armed. They, provide clean water and food. Even if they are really guilty, they will be handed over to the Imperium Legal Department for trial, not you."

"Of course, of course!"

West was busy nodded.

"But—"

Soshian wanted to say something, but Saul’s whisper passed into his ear through the helmet communicator.

"We don't have time to struggle in the moral vortex, Soshian."

He can only swallow the words in his throat.

It didn't take long for the rebels who entered the city to return to the jungle carrying the old man's corpse. A large number of rebel serfs and peasants walked out of this natural bunker and held up their weapons to the designated resettlement area outside the city.

After a simple inspection by the guards, their weapons were confiscated, and then they were able to go to the makeshift shack to collect food and clean water.

Just as all this happened, Soshian and his party had already left the city and headed to the abandoned mine under the leadership of Steward sent by West.

Soshian once asked Sol before leaving.

"Why don't you let me punish him."

He is naturally referring to West.

Soshian has been able to confirm that this group of landlords is definitely the real promoter of this rebellion.

But in the face of the angry Soshian, Sol's answer was yes.

"Soshian, have you been to the lower deck of the Starfire."

The young Chapter was taken aback for a while, and he suddenly realized that he had never set foot on the other battleships under his feet. area.

"No."

In the face of Soshian's frankness, Saul had a smile on his face at the time. This smile was like an adult watching the childish behavior of a child.

"You must go and see, that is the real hell."