God Emperor’s Angel of Death

Chapter 778

Dante rarely sleeps outside of Barr. He always has too many things to do, too many questions waiting for him to make decisions, and his actions are also necessary continuously is understood and intervened when appropriate.

Thousands of souls are seeking his guidance, and hundreds of millions of creatures need his protection. Space Marine physique allows him to remain vigilant at all times, and lack of sleep will not have much impact on him.

Only when he rests in the hall of the blood coffin, he can let his soul rest.

In the final analysis, he is still just a human being. He needs sleep, otherwise he will not immediately return to his flagship after the war.

This kind of rest is very short. After a few hours, he must open his eyes and deal with more affairs.

Includes a meeting with the two chapter leaders.

When he tossed around on the bed, the bloody dreams still tortured him.

The traitor Astarte is walking past the burning world, the Primal Rebellion leads the twisted Legion on the Bloody Path, and the screams of billions of humans are shaking the foundation of the real world.

The Milky Way is constantly fluctuating, an army of demons rushed out of the cracks in the sky, and the big brass bell rang the bell of the doomsday.

Destroy! destroy! destroy!

Dante was attacked from the back. A huge face above his head was gradually showing up, and it was looking down at Dante triumphantly.

"Horus!"

Dante held breath cold air, a huge claw stretched out and grabbed him, ready to crush him.

"My lord."

An old voice was mixed in the hustle and bustle of this hell.

"My lord!"

After that, a pair of weak hands was shaking his arms.

Dante woke up suddenly, his hands suddenly stretched out under the stimulation of the terrible thing in the dream, and he contained the throat of the old servant.

His teeth were sticking out, his face was bloodshot, and his nightmare made him involuntarily bring himself into battle.

"My lord, it’s me!"

Arafeo’s twisted fingers tried in vain to loose Dante’s hand, and the long fangs of the Holy Blood Angel Chapter stretched out. The blood slave's heart rate rose sharply under his iron wrist.

"My lord, please wake up!"

Next moment, the suffocating pressure on Arafeo's throat disappeared, and Dante's face gradually became clear.

Arafeo stepped back a few steps, Dante hurriedly turned over and got out of bed, rushed to the side of the military attache, and supported him with the hand that had been trying to strangle Arafeo a few seconds before.

"Old Partner."

He ordered Dante to be speechless.

"I...I'm very sorry, did I hurt you? My recent dreams are very dark, are you okay? Look at me!"

Leaning on the edge of a sofa, Dante gently held his face and examined it carefully.

The pinch marks on the servant's neck have gradually faded.

"I'm fine, my lord."

Seeing that the other party is really fine, Dante barely sighed.

"Old Partner, why do you suddenly appear here?"

"I have done everything you ordered, and I am ready to wait for you to wake up, but--"

"Please forgive me, you did your duty well, but I almost hurt you."

"It's okay, my lord."

Dante suppressed I wanted to refute his impulse.

"It doesn't matter what is meant? I could break your neck. You are no more than a step away from death."

"But I am not dead, my lord."

Arafeo said with a slight smile:

"I let you rest. I will be more careful when serving you in the future."

Dante smiled.

"At least your spirit hasn't received any shock, my friend."

Dante glanced at the clock, he couldn't remember the time before bed.

"How long have I slept?"

"You have slept for less than five hours, my lord."

"Five hours?"

Dante originally planned to take a nap for three hours, because there is a very important banquet next-he will personally meet the famous Soshian Chapter of Astral Knight.

"Why no one came to wake me up?"

Arafeo looked into the eyes of his master. It took him half a century to dare to do it for the first time after serving. To make such a move, he was also one of the few people allowed to see his face by Dante.

They are all old, just according to their own standards.

"Because I did not allow them to do this, you have consumed too much energy, my lord. You must rest."

"I thank you for your concern, but I still have business To deal with them, they are more important than my rest."

Arafeo’s hands were twisted like tree roots due to arthritis, and he tremblingly handed out Dante’s towel with these hands. .

Dante's eyes stopped on these hands, and the old servant looked towards the side, feeling ashamed of his weakness.

"I will rest, and you should rest too."

Arafeo's trembling hands still stretched forward.

"You haven't rested, how can I rest comfortably?"

"We are different, our destiny is different, and our responsibilities are different."

"Your responsibility is much greater than mine, sir, if I passed the test, maybe the burden on me will be similar to yours, but I don't have it. I am a servant, not an angel. ...Nevertheless, we should all serve the God Emperor in our own way, and my way is to help you bear the burden as much as possible, no matter how small the burden is."

"Yes, we are all serving."

Dante took the towel, Arafeo bowed, and turned around to open Dante's coat rack and take out the new lining.

His actions began to slow down. Whenever he was tired, his hands would tremble more violently, and he became tired more and more easily now.

One side is a 1,500-year war as a warrior, and the other side is an eighty-year service as a servant, but in the final analysis, both of them are just a servant.

Dante looked at each other, and suddenly thought, if he had a choice, would he exchange identities with his military attaché?

Dante believes that he will not do it voluntarily, but if he has no choice, he will never complain about it.

No matter what, to serve the God Emperor is to serve the God Emperor. There is no difference between superior and inferior.

Everyone has a role to play, and Arafeo is right in this regard.

The humility in his servant made him feel ashamed of being inferior.

"Arafeo."

Dante said softly:

"You have done enough for me today, thank you for exempting me from A lot of hard work, I am very grateful for it, now go to rest, this is an order."

"My lord, time is tight, and the distinguished guest is already on the way."

"I Understand, then hurry up and give me armour."

He turned his head and stopped facing Arafeo.

"Of course, my lord."