God Emperor’s Angel of Death

He, Rozim Premki left his post again without permission.

But his memory is not very good, but he simply feels that he should have remembered his name correctly.

The restaurant Master of Starfire, in a not very elegant posture, put the responsibility of serving Astarte Chapter as heavy as an emperor from his shoulders, and broke this cause A cage of ten thousand years of clichés.

Even after an hour, he had to return to the slightly depressing upper deck again, and put the hypocritical dignity on his face in front of the Astartes.

Now the brawny man, who is nearly two meters tall, is near the passage area where the upper deck is directly connected to the lower deck, and is going all out to turn over this damn metal wall.

The previous jump allowed him to hold his hands on the top of the wall, his left foot was stepping on the bucket that was quietly borrowed from the boiler room, and his right foot was rubbing hard against the smooth wall, trying to find A key focus.

And he went all out so much, just to take advantage of the good time when the kitchen does not need to be taken care of and there are not many things in the subspace navigation process, and slip out to have some fun.

But when you think about it carefully, the same thing.

The previous paragraph was justified and arrogant, while the latter paragraph seemed embarrassing. This is Rozim's ability.

As a former Astarte qualifier, his status on the Starfire is not low, but his role does not sound so honorable.

Perhaps when Astarte is mentioned, people directly think of a terrifying poker face.

But for so many years, Rozim has always believed that it is always better to move the mouth than the trigger.

This may be one of the reasons why he did not become an Astarte in the end.

For example, the bucket under his feet, when he wrote the word "borrow", he would never omit the quotation marks out of conscience.

It was indeed borrowed from the water heater in the boiler room.

Of course, the reason is a bit vague, after all, he has a bad memory.

With the help of a strong physique that transcends mortals, Rozim is very happy that his twitching right leg, which is almost out of force, finally gave strength on the wall, with The already exhausted body fell to the ground inside the wall.

The noise is a bit loud, but he is not worried that there will be sights shooting at me from the sentry position.

He has already checked the vision of the sentry post, knowing that this is a safe blind spot.

Then he raised his wrist and took a look.

No more, no less, the watch shows that he has at least 56 minutes of standard Tyra time to splurge.

So he quickly got into a small freight elevator, and then activated the down button. With a slight sense of weightlessness, he stayed in the elevator for ten minutes.

When the elevator door opened, he immediately got into the shadows, walked along a small maintenance corridor, and arrived at the familiar old place.

Just in the distance, the neon lights of faint red light exudes his spirits.

The show begins.

It is standard Terra time, 3:30 in the afternoon.

At this time, there is always no one in the bar, because according to the common saying of the overseers, the living scum who don't work hard but are muddleheaded cannot be called people because they are not worthy of the salvation of the God Emperor.

Therefore, the people in this hidden small iron-panel house should only be some gang members and prostitutes who are trying to court Rozim. There are a few people on the bar with red eyes sighing and sighing. A few slackers.

A long time ago, as the son of a chieftain in a wild time, Rozim was eager to become a Heaven Realm warrior, hoping to become a courageous and powerful son of God.

But he made a mistake.

Becoming a Heaven Realm warrior does not bring him much material enjoyment, even spiritual enjoyment is minimal, and he cannot truly abandon his human desires.

Perhaps because of this, he failed and survived in pain.

Rozem was frustrated more than once, but he soon realized that he was not that piece of material.

He can only change his mind and make himself more vulgar and boring. Only in this way can he embrace a life full of fireworks, eat all day long, have fun in time, drunken stupor.

Okay, so he intends to let himself forget these first.

Because he realized that when he silently remembered, the prostitute had already dangled the two masses of meat on her chest that had obviously undergone an illegal operation in front of him, trying to hook up the business in front of him.

"Do you want me~"

The voice is loud enough, and the people are strong enough, but Rozim knows that people like this kind of proactively pulling people at the door are generally a little different clean.

Of course, anyone who knows this will definitely be very confused. How could there be such a profanity and dirty deal on the glorious Astarte battleship?

If Rozim could hear him, he would definitely laughed heartily.

Strictly speaking, only the upper and middle decks of this battleship are under the halo of the Astartes, while the lower deck is the place where angels will not set foot in almost their entire lives.

Here, mortal life is everything.

Their joy, their pain, their sorrow, their desire...

All of this is absolutely impossible to experience on the upper deck for several kilometers. There is like a huge church, everything is shrouded in a solemn halo.

Of course, it’s not that Rozim hates the upper deck. After all, he also likes to be clean. Struggling to survive every day is not what he wants.

But this does not prevent him from occasionally having fun to numb his brain, which is often tortured by failure.

"No, thank you."

After he had finished speaking coldly, the prostitute who had left angrily cursed "male dog" in a low voice.

Rozem felt happy instead. After all, he kept talking to those servants who were either fooling or sullen. He hoped that one of them would dare to speak to him with his middle finger. Some swear words.

Before entering, he looked up at the sign of this secret bar.

This bar is called "Flint", which seems to be because the owner's temper is hot after all, which is why Rozim chose to drink here.

Because Boss is one of the few people who know that he came from the upper deck, but don't have any special opinions about him.

As for other people, such as the bitch just now, if she knows that she is being disrespectful to a high level Chapter servant on the upper deck, Rozim wants to just pat her on the shoulder, she should be able to let her Excited for a week.

"What do you want?"

The sound of footsteps exposed Rozim's position. He faintly saw the bartender and Boss standing behind the bar with his back, slowly wiping the cabinets. Wine bottle, from time to time, raise the bottle and compare it against the red tube to see how much is left in it.

Clang.

Rozem grabbed the drunkard lying on the bar and slept like a dead body and threw it on the floor, then unceremoniously grabbed the opponent's high stool.

"Medium glass, full, rum."

"Wait a minute."

Put down the wiped beer bottle in the boss, on the cabinet Rozim glanced at his watch as he searched for rum one by one.

There are 42 minutes left, it's still early.

Then his gaze turned to the gang members. They seemed to have a dispute because of something, and Rozim guessed it must be an uneven distribution of the spoils.

He really hopes that they can do a good job, and then he can take advantage of the trend to clean them up one by one, so that maybe they don't have to pay for alcohol in a while.

The order of the lower deck is basically equivalent to no. The Astartes will not give a glimpse. The mortal auxiliary army of Chapter also dislikes this place. In addition to the technical guards in charge of each cabin, the main order is maintained here. The person is the gang.

In a sense, the lower deck of a large battleship like Spark is almost a small nest.

The local gangs with the characteristics of Chaodu are naturally indispensable.

"Your wine, Mr. Chef."

Soon, the cup popped on the bar, right in front of Rozim's eyes.

He picked up the cup and took a sip in silence.

"Hmm..."

The taste is not very good, but it is strong enough to make the throat feel like a burning, it should be home-brewed.

Rozem also knows how to make wine, but it is too dangerous to do so on the upper deck. The dense sensors on it can easily reveal his plan.

Once a Chapter servant is found to be related to alcohol or medicine, then you must be prepared to face the Chapter pastor.

The mortal priest is scary enough, a black armored priest Astarte.

Rozem doesn't want to be nailed to the Skyhawk frame and can't be buckled down.