The Emperor’s Angel of Death

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Lennart Meyers was alone in the pit again as he realized the problem had to be resolved tonight.

He walked in the dark for a long time, until he stopped at the entrance to the bottom floor.

"We should talk."

To Lennart Meyers, the sound in the dark sounded like a chorus of knives scraping through metal.

Cream spreads on the walls and floor, and a tingle of static brushes across his skin.

A moment later, a tall shadow stepped into his field of vision.

Its figure seems to have emerged directly from the darkness, and its whole body is wrapped in darkness, only a bare snake-shaped helmet is exposed, covered with ice crystal-like scales, and the scarlet eyepiece is contained in the snake's kiss, and the eyepiece is up and down. Row of sharp teeth.

"Talk about..."

Lennart Meyers looked very cautious, and the giant stopped.

It is not the first time that the Inquisitor wants to know the details of the collaborator who contacted him a long time ago. Even when he was still studying under his own mentor, the other party had already cooperated with his mentor, even his mentor's. tutor--

Their entire faction seems to have had a long-term relationship with this person.

No one knows its name, they just call it "Viper".

He also once wondered if the other party was some former Astartes fallen, but his mentor told him that the plan carried out by this man was all in accordance with a great will.

But is that true?

Will that be true?

Personally, Lennart Meyers doesn't believe it, even if he can have the status he has today has to do with the other side.

To whom does this man serve, and for what purpose?

Now more than ever, this question seems to need an answer.

As if aware of it, Lennart Meyers suddenly turned his head to look around the dark passage, and then turned back again.

"You didn't inform me before you came."

"I come and go freely."

Viper shook his head.

"Only when I think I need it, and it will."

"Which side are you on?"

Lennart Meyers asked suddenly, and Viper tilted his head as if he didn't understand.

So the judge emphasized it again.

"You know what I'm talking about."

The Viper shook his head again, and for some reason, Lennart Meyers felt a sinister smile appear from the icy snake-shaped helmet.

"It's a stupid question, to be honest."

"Your actions make me have to doubt that we must not lose this war. Although I care about the interests of the sect, I care more about the empire. I can't hand such an important fate to a person of unknown origin."

"Lennart, if I say I don't care about you..."

Lennart Meyers stared into the other's amber eyes, then shook his head.

"No, you won't."

"I just wanted to ask you a question, Lennart..."

The next moment, a snake-like voice hissed in Lennart Meyers' ears, as if several throats were whispering at the same time.

"What are you for?"

"The Emperor—"

"You're a hypocrite, cunning...and an unscrupulous person, but you're holding back...why?"

Lennart Meyers blinked.

"Those are just for my personal reasons."

The serpent was watching him, its pupils making a black razor slit in its eyes.

The judge looked back firmly at the other party and said:

"But I will still do whatever it takes to win this war for Him..."

"Yes, I will too."

Viper nodded, but then the conversation changed.

"The question is, are you willing to make others pay the same price?"

"What do you mean?"

"You know what follows."

Lennart Meyers blinked again, the lantern in his hand shook again in the silence, the other's words lingering in his skull.

Then he shook his head.

"I need her to open that thing."

"Yes I know."

"You seem to know everything."

"Then I'll help you."

Lennart Meyers looked Viper in the eye.

"How are you going to help me?"

"...you'll understand then."

The viper slowly disappeared into the darkness, just like a real snake.

Lennart Meyers turned around and waited a moment.

Suddenly, the pale-faced Melissa came out of the darkness, sweating profusely, looked at the judge tremblingly, and said in a low voice:

"Owner......."

Lennart Meyers sighed softly.

"You shouldn't have followed."

The other party did not answer.

Then he turned and looked at the dark wall ahead.

"Open it."

Melissa did as she did, everything was not complicated, she put her hand on the outer shell of the sphere, and when her unique spiritual power ran along a certain trajectory, a gate flashing with pale green fluorescence suddenly appeared.

Lennart Meyers hesitated for a moment at the door, and finally stepped in.

The next moment, I found myself standing alone in an ancient stone corridor. A soft voice came from the depths. The voice had a rhythm, like a heartbeat, falling together.

is the sea.

The wind whistled in his ears, bringing snowflakes to his face and coat, and the torches swayed and hissed in the wind.

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Lennart Meyers stepped forward with his pistol raised, his boots rattling on the flat stone floor, and a few scarlet letters were written on the wall to his right.

Honor, duty, faith.

Lennart Meyers lowered his pistol slowly, reached out a gloved hand, and placed his finger on the word "faith."

"Do you own it?"

The words echoed in a strange rhythm, as if they were spoken by two people at the same time.

Lennart Meyers looked around and saw a man standing there in a white overcoat with a red ribbon hanging over his chest, his medal shining as brightly as his eyes.

That was his dead mentor.

"Faith, Lennart, do you have it?"

Lennart Meyers removed his hand from the writing on the wall and saluted instinctively.

"Yes, teacher, as you teach, faith is my shield and my sword."

The other party shook his head.

"If so, why do you still have so many doubts?"

Lennart Meyers blinked.

"Doubt?"

He took a few steps in the opposite direction.

"Doubt about this, doubt about the great plan, doubt about the Viper."

The man finally narrowed his eyes.

"And doubts about yourself."

Lennart Meyers clenched his fists subconsciously~www.readwn.com~ There is a reason for my suspicions, teacher. "

"Because you think you might fail?"

The other party's words were like cuts by a knife, like a gunshot wound. He couldn't bear it, nor could he accept the possibility of disappointing someone he admired so much.

"No!"

He uttered the word from between his tightly closed teeth.

The world flickered, like a torch, like a corroded photograph, and the mentor smiled at him.

There is no corridor, no sea, only a cool and empty stone room, the walls are faintly shimmering, a figure is sitting on the ground, his long gray hair covers his face, but it can be seen that the other party is wearing a A black coat.

Lennart Meyers stepped forward, saw the Inquisition logo on his coat, and realized that he had finally found his long-sought goal.

"The most famous leader of the Promuse sect was also the one who launched the war against the Horus sect, but mysteriously disappeared at the most critical time of the war, causing the sect to be leaderless, and finally defeated by the Horus sect...  Inquisitor, Dizzy Valentine."