God Emperor’s Angel of Death

"I really don't worry..."

After dealing with those chores, Soshian, who hadn't closed his eyes for several days, returned to his private room.

Rozem received the most severe punishment. Because he used Chapter materials privately, left his job without permission, and illegally assimilated Xenos, he was revoked from the position of the owner of the restaurant and became an agent. The owner of the restaurant also confiscated all the illegal gains (only a small part of it was left) and used it for Chapter construction, while the green leather waited to be returned to Nathan 4 for disposal.

Loken, as an "accomplice", punished Rozim as the second only. Not only did the system authority be reduced from 12 to 9, but all the workshop supplies were halved within ten years, and the deducted part was invested in other machinery Teaching workshops, such as Faya.

The penalties for recruits are relatively light, but from this day on until they return to Nathan 4, they have to undergo punitive training-that is, the amount of all training subjects is doubled. There are only three hours of rest a day, and he is responsible for all the cleaning of the upper deck cultivator living area.

Waiting to return to the home planet, waiting for them is a whole month of confinement!

But if you want to say how annoyed Soshian is, it doesn't really matter, because he knew about Rozim's little actions a long time ago, just turning a blind eye.

But this time he not only brought the recruits, but also hooked up with Greenskins, and he couldn't bear it anymore.

The main purpose this time is also to warn him to converge.

Soshian, who had already taken off his armor, sat on a chair in a loose robe, and then opened a drawer under the table.

Inside, an old scroll is lying quietly.

Dante gave him the Secret Record of Volume 20 of San Giles. He has never had a chance to open it. Today, I plan to see what is inside.

I picked up the scroll and started with a slightly rough feel, a bit like ancient papyrus.

There is a small metal buckle on the secret record. Soshian gently took it off, and then slowly unfolded it on the desktop with both hands.

"This is—"

Unexpectedly, there is no text on the secret record, just a pure black card lying quietly.

Soshian picked up the card and examined it carefully, but couldn't see any peculiarities, except for its weirdly pure black.

He has never seen such a pure black.

It's so dark as to drag his soul into it.

Staring at this weird black card, Soshian couldn't help blinking. He suddenly felt that his vision was a bit blurred, and the surrounding lights seemed to gradually dim.

next moment, darkness swallowed him.

I was surprised to see. He looked around, but couldn't see anything. There was a smell of dust and time in the space.

He exhales one breath saying, the candle in the room suddenly lit again, and the flame chased the faded yellow marble surface and the shadow on the picture.

But Soshian found that his body was suddenly out of control, and he became a stranger in a strange body.

The body stood still for a while, Soshian felt the weight of time and meaning surround and oppress him. Through a pair of eyes, he saw a luxurious palace completely different from his own. Each item seems to be a beautiful work of art: a crystal cup with a bull carved on the side; a sword with steel folds, the blade of which is still sharp; an obsidian plate, polished into a mirror; a spear of a spear The handle, the painting on it makes it still look bloody black.

Images, items, memories...

"I must know."

Suddenly, "he" spoke, facing silence.

"I must be sure..."

"He" walked forward, raised his hand covered with golden armor, and took off the large shawl on the cloak's shoulders, revealing a smooth head blond.

Through the opposite mirror, Soshian saw an ethereal and handsome face that was almost Spiritual God, and the wings gathered behind his shoulders.

There is no doubt that this is the gene father of the holy blood angel, San Giles.

With a soft groan, the candle floated away from the tray, spinning in the air, forming a circle around it when San Giles approached the wooden table.

After that, a box rose from the table, and San Giles mentally turned the machine, and the lock on its edge also turned.

The box opened, and a small velvet-wrapped bag fell into San Giles' hands.

Around him, candles were in place, and the flames gradually became vigorous, making the rest of the room appear dim after the fire gathered.

He held the small bag in his hand for a long time without any movement.

About five minutes later, San Giles peeled off the soft fabric, in which lay a pile of pure black cards. Each rectangular crystal could capture light and image Spreading them into his eyes, he distributed them on the wooden table, and then the cards appeared patterns: hammer and sword, poisonous snake, lost characters wrapped in rose thorns, dark ocean, light and dark in time The wild beast and the horror.

Some people will call it a tarot card, and the arrangement and combination of destiny and connotation are broken into pieces and thrown to mortals for interpretation.

Mortal World has many decks like this-elongated cards, patterned metal and skeletons, which tell the inner truth of the universe.

But these cards in San Giles are completely different.

He looked down at the cards, and Soshian was also looking at them. They were black and did not reflect light, as if every one of them is now a hole in the lightless void among the stars.

In his mind, Soshian heard the fear of billions of creatures on Tyra rising when the ship filled the night sky.

Horus has come, and fate has sent him back to the place where he was born. In the nest and the crowded metropolis, mankind is waiting to witness, when the future comes, who will Become their master.

"What will the future look like?"

San Giles whispered:

"Where shall I go?"

Following , Slowly and hesitantly, as if something was holding his hand-San Gilles reached for the first card.

But at the last moment, his fingers curled up.

The whispers sounded in his mind, and Soshian heard it really: shouting, screaming, si si that he knew but couldn't remember.

Then, with a sense of determination, Archangel touched the first card and turned it over.

Then Soshian saw it.

Black trees stretched into the sky in a blizzard, and the moon floated on torn clouds.

Soshian could feel it, felt the biting chill, and the branches creaked in the wind.

In the minds of others, he knows that this is not true, there is no reality, just thoughts or dreams.

But the senses of San Giles are different from Soshian. Archangel has been on the spiritual path long enough, knowing that reality is just choosing which lie to believe.

Archangel staggered towards a tree trunk, half-kneeled, the snow around his legs was thick, and the ice condensed on his hair and armor.

"Midnight's forest..."

He gasped, the words clouded his mouth.

"The cold winter of the soul, fear and predators from the darkness...I know all this, I know all this, but why would I see all this again?"

He closed his eyes, but when he opened them again, the forest leaned on.

"This is not the past, is it? This is the darkness we try to escape from, the source of all our fears."