The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"Father, I brought Garina and Andina to see you."

Garina and Andina stood beside Hayes, then placed the flowers in their hands in front of the tombstone.

"Father, Hayes is doing well, you don't need to worry."

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Garina's voice also choked with emotion, after all, this old soldier had fought for her chance at life.

"I will take good care of him."

Standing before the tombstone engraved with Olanious' name, Hayes felt a mix of emotions, because he had never truly understood this man. He had taught him so much, yet also spoke words he didn't understand. Although he understood some of those words now, many remained unclear.

But he was certain that this man was extraordinary, and his intuition even told him that this man might not be dead.

"Hayes, he is-"

Andina asked curiously, and Hayes replied slowly:

"My company commander, my battalion commander, my mentor."

"Is there anyone alive?! Is there anyone alive?!"

Hearing this voice, Hayes struggled to his feet from the pool of blood, still clutching a combat knife in his hand.

Minutes before, the position had almost been breached. The remaining hundred or so men had been forced into close combat with the enemy. After Hayes shot two enemies, he engaged in hand-to-hand combat with a third. They rolled in the blood and mud, but ultimately, Hayes plunged the dagger into the opponent's neck, at the cost of his left hand being shot twice at close range by the opponent's pistol. Now only a bit of skin and flesh remained attached, and his face had also suffered two cuts.→

"Company Commander, I'm here!"

Soon, a figure ran over.

"Hayes, great, I thought you were already dead."

Olanious, whose body was almost entirely covered in dirt and grime, glanced at Hayes' left arm, then pulled out a knife and began treating the wound.

He tied a strip of cloth tightly around Hayes' shoulder, then cut away the shredded skin and rotten flesh piece by piece. Hayes didn't make a sound throughout the process.

"Quick! I need your help!"

Staggering after Olanious, the other party led him to an almost scrap-heap of a thermal cannon. Not far away, a terrifying creature was tearing apart the remains of a screaming soldier.

It was a Hellhound.

"Our regimental commander has retreated, and those enemies have also run away. Now, to survive, we have to deal with this thing!"

Then he patted Hayes on the head.

"This is the firing trigger. You use this to aim at it, and I'll attract it! Shoot after it gets to this mark!"

"Battalion Commander, how about I--"

"Don't talk nonsense, remember, don't let it notice you! That's a Hellhound, its senses are very sharp, it can detect most living things!"

With that, Olanious picked up a command sword from who knows where and charged towards the Hellhound with a roar. Hayes leaned against the back of the thermal cannon, his remaining hand gripping the firing handle, one eye fixed on the sight.→

Olanious attracted the Hellhound's attention. The crazed machine roared, wielding a barbed whip, but the incredible man dodged them all. He hacked at the Hellhound's armor a few times, but only sparks flew. Then, as the Hellhound tried to shoot, he turned and ran away. The crazed machine immediately abandoned shooting and ran towards the little thing that was harassing it.

Everything seemed to be going according to plan—

But Hayes' vision was blurring. He had lost too much blood, his brain was muddled, and even the sounds were gradually fading away. He just wanted to take a good nap.

He really wanted to sleep—

"Hayes! Hayes!"

He didn't know how much time had passed before Hayes suddenly opened his eyes, seeing Olanious, whose entire upper garment had almost turned into strips of cloth and who had several shocking scars on his body, was struggling to fight the Hellhound, which was only about fifteen meters away from him!

He didn't know how long he had delayed just now, and he quickly tried to aim. However, the thermal cannon's sight had been damaged earlier, and its massive body made it very difficult for Hayes, with only one arm left, to turn it. But he still gritted his teeth, using his severed arm to prop up the tail of the cannon, enduring the severe pain from the torn wound, and desperately adjusting the firing angle of the thermal cannon.

But only three seconds later, Olanious was suddenly whipped away by the Hellhound. This crazed demon machine noticed Hayes and raised the weapon on its arm. Its remaining consciousness knew that it was a dangerous thing.

The Hellhound's muzzle lit up, and Hayes finally locked the opponent in the sight, roaring and pulling the trigger at the same time.

Boom——————

After the deafening noise, Hayes fell into endless darkness, pitch black, without a single ray of light.

He shouted loudly, seemingly in a particularly empty environment, but no one responded, and he couldn't even hear his own echo.

Everything was so silent that it made his heart palpitate. Hayes suddenly thought of death. Olanious had once said that death was no longer having any perception of this world, and the soul only existed in a void where there was nothing.

The throne, more is just comfort.

Since he stayed, Hayes was not afraid of death, but at this moment, he felt an unspeakable fear. As for why, he didn't know.

He suddenly thought of those who had died, who had all seemed very painful before they died. Was he now going to be like them, going to that void where nothing existed?

He didn't know how much time had passed.

Hayes' ears heard a sound.

It was a sound of panting, very rough panting, like after a long run. The sound was very real, as if it was ringing in his ears, although he still didn't feel anything.

Then he felt himself being picked up. When he vaguely opened his eyes, he only saw a cold, square face, firm eyes, and a bright red headband tied on his forehead. Then his consciousness completely sank into darkness.

When he woke up again, he was already in some distant field hospital and learned that he had lost another leg. He also learned that the Catachan Second Regiment had brought him there, and the famous Ryys Marbo had saved him.

Marbo had also retrieved the things he had left on the battlefield.

When the cold Catachan man asked him if he wanted to return to the unit, Hayes just shook his head.

"Battalion Commander, I hope you are also alive. If there is a chance, I would like to hear the stories you told again."

Finally, Hayes found his own tombstone. It all seemed so ridiculous, but so real. Hayes stroked the simple name on the tombstone, his heart filled with mixed feelings.

In a sense, a part of him was indeed buried here forever.

At this moment, the huge display in the center of the soldiers' cemetery suddenly fanned out and began to play a scene. Hayes turned around and saw a grand military parade. Demigods in power armor stood in formation, holding banners of honor, and countless Astra Militarum squares with their heads held high. Various armors, artillery, and warplanes were lined up on a grand avenue.

A towering giant wearing silver power armor stood on a golden giant vehicle, reviewing the troops. Every unit shouted the same phrase as he passed by.

For the Emperor!

The Emperor's Angel of Death