God Emperor’s Angel of Death

After the victory of the Hades defense battle, there were a large number of orphans on the battlefield, so Soshian made a decision.

Recruit on the spot!

But what he wants to collect is not a mortal army, what he wants to collect is Astarte Brother.

Astral Knight’s Chapter Chief announced that any male orphans between the ages of 8-14 who have lost their parents can take them away as long as they are willing to join Astarte.

In the future, these children will participate in trials with local candidates on the 4th Nathan to compete for that one in ten thousand chance.

Although this is not in compliance with the rules, no one came out to oppose it. After all, so many orphans are actually a burden for the Ministry of the Interior. Soshian is willing to bear these burdens. Recruitment has occurred in many places, which is not unusual.

Almin is responsible for the recruitment of Hades nest capital, with other recruits assisting.

But apart from this, Astral Knight has another secret recruitment plan, but the recruits are not limited to the orphans after the war, and the executor is Talos——

Slowly, blood dripped on the floor, but Sabrin didn't notice.

"Little Sablin."

The elderly criminal named Mill moved and looked down at him with wide, worried eyes.

"Your nose."

The man handed a rag torn from his sloppy prison uniform, and Sablin stared at it with a puzzled expression.

Mil even wondered if he had a concussion.

"Forget it, you are always so neurotic."

After a while, Mill tucked the rag back into his pocket.

Sablin's eyes became hollow again, and he leaned against the edge of the jail. The nosebleeds continued to flow, drop by drop.

Mir didn't care about him, each minding their own business climbed back to his own shop and made a face.

The voices of the prison around them came in, amplified by the grid floor of the cell and surrounded by the railing of the window-raised voices, door slamming, activated alarm system and the buzzing of the image monitor The sound, the sound of peng peng's boots and shackles.

Sablin has only been here for five months, but he now hopes that he is dead, at least he will not be forced to dig and dig with his swollen, bleeding hands.

This is a prison in the north continent of Armageddon. It is full of prisoners of all kinds, from thieves to murderers.

The only purpose they live here is to dig raw materials from hundreds of underground veins for the factories and nests of mechanical education.

Day after day, year after year.

He grew up in the bottom of the nest, but he has no parents. His real parents may be thieves, or blackmailers, or psychedelic drug addicts, prostitutes, and murderers.

They may be criminals in any nest, but he doesn't know them, he has never seen them.

Sablin's adoptive father is a small leader of the Nest City gang. He was only seven years old when his adoptive father was dismembered by Five Horses by his competitor, and he could only wince and close his eyes under the table.

The bottom nest life cannot tolerate the weak. When he was nine years old, he learned to kill. When he was twelve years old, he was already the leader of small reputation thieves in the neighborhood.

Until he reached out to a treasure house of the rich and powerful in the nest——

After a long time, Sablin finally noticed his nosebleed and tried in vain to cover it with him Dirt blocked by fingers.

He is now thirteen years old, Tyra standard, or he claims to be so-but most of the time his behavior has been more rational than a twenty-year-old adult.

In addition to his strong figure and his willingness to use his fists to solve problems, what really kept him alive for so long was his innate talent that was born with God. He started occasionally when he was very young. Can foresee what is about to happen.

He consulted the witch who played the crystal ball on the street, and the old bastard said it was the potential of witchcraft, but Sablin just gave her a kick afterwards.

He never considered himself a wizard.

"Something is here."

Suddenly, Sablin had a feeling in the heart, looked towards the darkness behind the window.

"What?"

His roommate Mir lifts the head blankly. This guy is just a poor smuggler, earning a small profit by selling bootleg alcohol.

But after angering the monopolistic liquor merchants in Chaodu, that was the end.

"Bad thing."

The pressure in the cell is still there, like a dark, persistent headache, which continues to increase in his temples.

He has never felt so strong.

"But at least it won't be worse than this place."

Sablin said lightly, but in fact he was scared.

The things he just mentioned can often be seen in dreams, the claws and sharp claws and spiteful red eyes that spin out of the shadows-they didn't bring him a trace of comfort.

The worst thing is that face, that is a skeleton, a death mask, lurking in the dark in the sky.

Whenever he saw it, it leaned closer, grinning savagely, without blinking his eyes.

"It's ready for dinner."

Lazily's voice sounded in the corridor.

Since the invasion of Greenskins, although the prison has not been attacked, the supply has been almost cut off, which also means that the prisoners have to starve.

Sablin has heard that cannibalism has occurred in some prisons. When there is no way, it seems that the guards do not intend to take care of it.

They just put a very small amount of food into the prison every day. As for how to distribute it, it doesn't matter to them.

It is natural that the existing gangs have grown rapidly because of this situation. If you want to get a bite, you must find a backer and work hard.

But Sablin disdains this, he has his own way.

"Get ready."

Looking at the crowd crowding in the corridor, Sablin calmly leaned against the iron fence.

"Wait until they are gone."

Mir nodded, planed on the bottom of the bed with his hands, and then pulled out a thin wooden stick with thorns—this kind In the impossible place, it is almost impossible to survive without a little self-protection.

and the others are gone, Sabrin and Mir quietly opened the iron fence and left on another road.

They found a vent, just in time for the two of them to climb in, and after drilling inside for about ten minutes, they arrived at a place.

This was originally a gym, but it was abandoned a long time ago. Now it has become a "warehouse" for the Big Diao Gang. Except for the meager rations distributed to the group every day, the rest is here. .

The Great Eagle Gang is the most horizontal gang in this prison area. They have hundreds of people. The boss is a humanoid beast who raped and killed hundreds of women. As for why he is still alive, Sablin listened. Said it was because he had a relationship with a certain planet noble family, anyway, since that guy came in, the guards didn't embarrass him much, and he had tobacco and alcohol every week.

Probably, this is the person above.

"Hey!"

Jumped from the vent, Sablin, who was already wrapped in a cloth on his feet, did not move immediately, but squatted on the ground and watched alertly. around.

After confirming that there was no one, he sent the signal, and Mill immediately jumped down.

This small room is full of scattered equipment, and on one side of the corner, there are piles of tall materials.

Sablin rubbed his hands and walked up, spread a corner of a package, and immediately slipped out a ration stick.

"Take up to two at a time, don't take too much."

With his teeth biting the food bar, Sablin gobbled it down while quietly reminding him that he was eating too much. chewing roommate.

But suddenly, the red emergency light on the roof of the warehouse suddenly lit up, washing the narrow, cold place with an angry light.

With a harsh bang, the door was kicked open by fiercely.

"What am I talking about."