The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"Witch King!! It's the Witch King!!!"

"By the Sun Emperor!"

"I am guilty! I am guilty! I am guilty!"

Accompanied by the sky's loud noises, roars, and gales, everyone was terrified. They had never seen such a thing. Some began to cry, some began to pray, and some began to babble.

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Rikas slowly propped himself up. When he looked up, he was stunned—

A huge metal beast was hovering two meters above the ground. It had short, ugly wings and a huge, fat body, with blue flames spewing from its abdomen. It was simply a metal dragon from mythology—the demon pets of the Red Witch Kings.

Suddenly, with a piercing screech, the side of the beast opened a dark hole.

"Oh, Sun Emperor..."

Rikas trembled all over. A terrifying giant, wrapped in silver-gray metal, walked out of the metal dragon. It was so huge, it was like a moving mountain. More importantly, he found it difficult to even look directly at the other party. The other party was facing away from the sun, and he had to avoid the sun when he looked up.

Nevertheless, he was able to make a judgment—

Clearly, the Red Witch Kings were not willing to fail and had sent out their more terrifying lackeys.

Although a voice in his heart urged him to turn around and run, to escape this invincible enemy.

However, when he saw his teacher's body, he grabbed the scimitar beside him.

But soon, more "Witch King's lackeys" appeared, and Rikas also noticed another detail.

Their armor all bore the golden double-headed eagle emblem.

The leader suddenly shouted.

"It's an angel! It's the Sun Emperor's angel! I've seen pictures of angels! These are angels! They've come to take the soul of the Lector to heaven!"

The Sun Emperor's angel?

Rikas, exhausted after the bloodbath, was also mentally sluggish. However, the leader's cry was so real.

It wasn't until people were kneeling on the ground and kowtowing, and the other party was almost in front of him, that Rikas blinked and vaguely came back to his senses. However, the oppressive feeling of facing such a huge metal giant was too strong. He felt his breathing become difficult, but he still tried to hold up his teacher's body, lifting it up like an offering—if the other party was really an angel, then let them take his teacher's soul and return it to the sun above.

But nothing happened. The giant made a sound similar to language, but he couldn't understand it.

Or rather, couldn't comprehend—

"This boy actually has the courage to hold his weapon tightly. His battle just now was full of cunning and enthusiasm."

Sosyhyan looked down at the boy kneeling on the ground holding the corpse, and turned his head to look at Andar beside him.

"A good seed, Chapter Master Andar, what do you think?"

Andar stared at the boy for a while, then slowly said:

"It's a pity he's too old."

Sosyhyan looked at the boy and realized that Andar was right. Based on the boy's skin and teeth, he was probably around 18 years old, and no more than 3 years off. Compared to the general age of recruitment for the current Astartes chapters, he was a bit old.

Rikas didn't know what was happening, and could only blankly watch the two angels looking down at him and making strange syllables. However, he could see the other party's eyes, which contained a gaze that seemed to burn and ignite his soul. More importantly, the gaze from the smaller angel was familiar to him—it was the kind of gaze he saw every time he went to the Grand Lector for examination, only to be rejected—it was a look of rejection, and it was the look he feared most.

Why?

Could it be that even if his teacher chanted scriptures for a lifetime, he still couldn't ascend to heaven?

"Moreover, I plan to conduct a thorough investigation before conducting a centralized screening of peers, which is conducive to maintaining consistency in the transformation progress."

Andar's words made it clear that he didn't want this boy.

Sosyhyan turned his body and smiled:

"It's not impossible to transform someone who is older. I think he's alright, so I'll take him back."

After so many things, Sosyhyan had a deeper experience of the so-called "arrangement of fate". They had been flying in the sky for so long, passing through so many settlements, but in the end, it was this primitive battle of a hundred or so people that attracted his attention.

Or rather, this boy attracted his attention.

To describe it in an ancient Terra term, perhaps this is called—fate.

Since they were destined, then there was no need to pay too much attention to the other party's age. Andar simply nodded to this.

Afterwards, Sosyhyan took a translator that had already been engraved with the Low Gothic language of Nason III from a nearby guard and hung it in front of his mouth, making it look like he was wearing a metal mask on the lower half of his face.

"What's your name?"

The angel spoke, but Rikas was stunned.

In fact, he didn't find it strange when he couldn't understand the angel's speech. After all, how could mortals understand the language of heaven? But when the other party uttered a warm male voice, he was a little surprised.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Sosyhyan patiently asked again.

"What's your name?"

"I..."

Rikas paused, and finally mustered up the courage to answer:

"My name is Rikas."

Then he slightly raised his already sore and painful arms.

"This is my teacher, the devout Lector Giuseppe! He has strictly followed the Sun Scripture all his life, and is also the wisest person in the city-state!"

Sosyhyan nodded.

"Are you a priest?"

"Priest? I... I am a scripture chanter."

"Then how did he die?"

Rikas opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word. He felt scared. Could it be that the angels were here to judge him?

"You are his disciple and should have protected him. Now this Lector has died at the hands of barbarians, Rikas, do you have anything to say?"

"I..."

Rikas stammered for a long time, but couldn't say anything, finally only spitting out a sentence.

"Can the teacher's soul return to heaven?"

Sosyhyan then asked meaningfully:

"Then do you remember what he did?"

"Of course!"

Rikas immediately recounted his teacher's deeds like pouring beans out of a bamboo tube: teaching children to write, directing the city-state on how to resist disasters during the black windstorm, engraving tens of thousands of stone tablets, establishing the city-state's most important library, and acting as a mediator when many families had conflicts and disputes due to interests, marriage, and other issues, so that everyone always maintained a relatively united state, and so on.

After listening, Sosyhyan nodded.

"Working tirelessly, not indulging in enjoyment, and striving to spread and protect the spark of civilization, this is a great merit. His soul must have returned to the Throne."

"Throne..."

Rikas was a little confused.

"Is it heaven?"

"Yes."

Now Rikas was a little at a loss again. Since the other party said that his teacher's soul had already ascended to heaven, what should he do next?

Moreover, that huge angel was still staring at him.