God Emperor’s Angel of Death

Standard Terran Calendar, 943.M41

Armageddon planet, main continent, equatorial jungle

The jungle of Armageddon is always so The damp, sultry, thick blue-gray cloud lazily coiled around the low rafters of the tavern, and was stirred up by the boys sitting on the bench in the main hall.

"Belly King" Rozim is pushing another small bucket of mushroom spirits out of the kitchen.

It’s not yet noon, but the customers in this small shop have already killed four barrels of mushroom wine, and a group of thirsty gunboys knocked the glasses neatly, howling incompletely. Music.

There is a long story to tell about how Rozim, a chef from Astarte Chapter, became a well-known cook in Armageddon Green Skin.

To put it simply, he is satisfied with the bone-crushers, and even the bosses hope to enjoy a meal he cooked.

After the bonecrusher left the camp, Rozim did not leave. Instead, using his established reputation, he set up a small restaurant in the camp with the largest green skin.

The Big Belly Pub is the name of this shop.

Because of the greedy ass who often steal, and are often driven by the boss's merciless beating, Rozim has been called the "king of the big belly".

He doesn't think there is anything.

Because he has made a lot of money these days, come to him to consume, in addition to collecting teeth, the precious items and gold and silver jewelry from the human side are also collected.

This is a good thing for the green-skinned boys, because they really don’t have as many spoils of war on hand. The yellow and white things of human beings are rubbish in their hands, and they can make a profit from rubbish. A good meal, it is simply charity.

Well, Rozim, naturally he won.

"Let let let let, lift your foot, let let go."

Behind Rozim, the new waiter of the big belly tavern, Karen who was once a mechanic muttered He walked over, holding a plate of steaming barbecue almost as big as him.

Putting down the plate, he saw a kid standing at the far end of the pub looking around carrying an empty wine glass, so he hurriedly wiped his hands on his apron and ran to the reception.

"So what's the point, boss?"

Kren took the empty wine glass from his hand as he spoke.

"Yeah, so I want to wait for a fart to come...who do you have?"

The guy pulled his cup back angrily, a little annoyed He said:

"It’s really disappointing to look at a blue-faced ghost mechanic."

At this moment, Rozim appeared at the table in time, brandishing a rag and drove away. Cullen then turned to the guests with a large glass of tempting mushroom wine.

"Come, come!"

But Karen went back to the wine barrel griefly, pulled out a small hammer from his pocket, and placed a three-finger-wide wooden faucet. Hit the top of the lower hoop quickly with a hammer until it is steadily submerged into the barrel.

Then he put the swill bucket underneath, and poured out half a pint of the liquor from the top to prevent any crumbs from being mixed in.

After that, he continued his work, walking around the bench, picking up empty plates and discarded bones, while wiping the table with a rag.

But in the process, he was unknown sighed.

No kid is willing to look at him straight, even publicly resisting when he is about to approach.

He sighed again thinking of here, and then returned to the bar.

With another sharp whistle, it was the sound of the combat truck braking, and it was also a signal for the boys who went to the front line to return. As soon as the boys in the room had their front feet out, a group of new boys swarmed Entering, yelling for wine and food.

So the whole afternoon passed.

In the past year, such days have not changed in the slightest.

No matter how hard Karen works, no matter how courteous he is, but he is a clown.

He was originally a craftsman, had his own workshop, and made every effort to create a giant ancient giant. In order to make that thing, he even went to steal, many of the bosses were stolen by him, so his reputation It also becomes very smelly.

But he didn't care at that time, as long as Gu Juji was done, there was nothing to care about.

But the night before he finished his great masterpiece, he was drunk, and then his deputy stole his work and claimed that it was his thing.

Karen flew into a rage after waking up, trying to regain his belongings, but how did he fight against a war machine?

Not to mention, his assistant immediately took refuge in a war leader after stealing Gu Juji, and Karen became a thief that everyone called to fight, how ironic?

If Rozim hadn’t seen him without wages to contain him, he would have been beaten to death outside — in the best case, he would also be expelled from this paradise, destined to be The foreign land drifted away until its extinction.

But he also lost everything a mechanic should have, including his dignity.

Also, when washing dishes in the kitchen behind the tavern, at least he is still safe.

It’s just that whenever he thinks back to making war machines by himself, no matter how hard it is, it’s better than his half-hearted life here.

Here, even if he is not the green-skinned Rozim, he rarely talks to Karen, and he is still Karen’s closest friend here.

In fact, Rozim stayed in his tavern purely because he could not find a second brat who would condescend to work in such an old and run-down tavern-who wants to endure that day? Day after day, how long does the year after year's mad and crazy butt guys nag?

He has no choice but Karen.

So, this may be his life-as Karen thought.

In his life dealing with fart essence, oil stains, and pots and pans, if lucky, maybe he will have the chance to make a comeback in a long time.

It’s just that when the night is dead, humiliation and despair always haunt him, and he always wants to get rid of this place-this prison woven by disdain and curse.

It was muddleheaded like this. One day, Karen prepared to go back to his nest as usual to rest-it was originally a jumping nest, one made of dirty rags and large leaves Suggest a shack, but he doesn't care that many anymore.

Unexpectedly, Rozim stopped him suddenly.

"Man, let's have a chat."

In the empty tavern, Rozim leaned against the bar, with a soil curl in his mouth, covered by smoke. Covered his face.

Although his face is still painted green, some greenskins already know that he is human, but the big guys don’t care that much. call taxi.

In addition to being backed by warlords, Rozim is also very good at fighting. The dozen huge fangs hanging on the wall behind the bar come from a dozen powerful bosses.

"Boss..."

Kren was a little nervous, and carefully rubbed the tablecloth around his neck with his hands. He didn't know if he did something wrong.

If he is driven away, he will really lose his last shelter.

"Don't be nervous, come."

Rozem poured two glasses of wine and handed one of them to Karen.

The mechanic hesitated for a while before catching the cup.

"Ai, this place is actually not bad, as I said."

Rozim took a swig and then let out a breath.

"I'm not going around, Karen, you know what I am."

Karen is nodded.

Rozem looked at him, slightly smiled, and the flesh on his face trembled.

"I didn't say anything about the other guys. I'll tell you about this. I'm leaving."