The Emperor’s Angel of Death

“That's true, dealing with those things is indeed annoying. Sigh, are you really not going to see that Fabius clone before you leave?”

Hearing his wife's question, Sorshyan opened his eyes, gazing at the magnificent dome formed by countless spirit bone branches and crystal leaves above him, and slowly said:

“Let him cool off for a bit. These types are arrogant, even after being captured, he still acts like I'm bound to need him. Fulgrim is quite good-tempered in this regard, to actually tolerate such an arrogant person.”

“Alright... I heard the Phoenix Legion's operational goal has now become eliminating Vect and liberating Commorragh?”

“That's right.”

“Husband, are you really planning to attack Commorragh?”

“I must. As long as Vect lives, you will never be safe. I won't allow anything to threaten your life. Besides, Commorragh may hold many clues to unlocking Asuryan's secrets. Perhaps the way for me to escape this predicament lies there.”

“This matter is too big, but I support you no matter what. Oh, right, didn't you say you captured a fallen Sister of Battle? What do you plan to do with her?”

“Her? I'll throw her into a stasis field for now. She'll be useful when we need crucial support from the Ecclesiarchy in the future.”

“Hehe, looks like you're holding her for ransom? No wonder... The Ecclesiarchy would definitely dream of erasing such an existence.”

Veronica's thin cherry lips trembled with amusement, and the gauze clothing on her body slipped down a bit, revealing two mounds of soft, creamy jade-like flesh, with some faint red marks still remaining.

“But I'm really curious, how could a high-ranking Sister of Battle fall like this?”

Then, as if she thought of something, she leaned forward, kneeling on the soft cushion, lifted the curtain, supported herself with one hand, and looked at Sorshyan with great interest, saying:

“Could it really be that she was fucked to death?”

“Huh?”

“Like, that Chaos Space Marine you eliminated, he grabbed the Sister of Battle, and then he just kept fucking her, fucking her to death, fucking her until she couldn't resist, fucking her until she completely submitted—”

“My lady...”

Sorshyan turned his head and looked at Veronica with a bitter expression.

“It's impossible to make a woman submit with that stuff in reality, let alone a Sister of Battle. What kind of third-rate novel have you been reading again?”

“Look who's talking.”

A delicate rebuke came from another direction. Viletts, with a towel drying her wet, long hair, the pale pink on her fair face, like milk pudding, was set off by the waterfall of golden hair, displaying her delicate face that combined both childlike innocence and the mature beauty of a woman.

Now, she was only wearing a short bath towel that was soaked with water and clinging tightly to her body, making her perfect figure even more capable of making any man's blood boil.

Her snow-white neck was as slender as a swan, her collarbones were delicate and clearly defined, and did not lose their contours due to her fullness. Above the bath towel, a conspicuous expanse of delicate snow-white flesh was revealed from her exaggeratedly full breasts.

Further down, her waist suddenly narrowed, so slender that it could be encircled with a single grasp, almost making one worry that it was not enough to support her abundant upper body, as delicate as a swaying willow, and at the bottom of the bath towel, her plump buttocks suddenly expanded, so soft that even slow, small steps would make them ripple like water waves, displaying extremely seductive lines.

Beneath the bath towel, a pair of jade-like legs were naked and crossed, her thighs were round and slender, her calves were slender and straight, and her lotus feet were even more exquisite and petite. Any woman's beauty could be found on her body, which combined mature charm and pure youth.

After that, she glanced at Sorshyan, wrapped her hair in a towel, poured two cups of fragrant wine from a long-spouted, thin-necked pot, and leaned over to hand them to Sorshyan by the spring pool.

“Thank you.”

Sorshyan took the cup. At this time, Viletts had entered the water and came to his side, but she was sitting, while he was standing.

After taking a sip of the strangely flavored wine in the cup, Viletts's skin flushed slightly, and then she said softly:

“Miriael Sabathiel... she didn't turn to Chaos passively, she actively embraced the darkness.”

“Oh?”

Sorshyan and Veronica both exclaimed in surprise. Sorshyan pondered for a moment and asked:

“The Ecclesiarchy always knew about this?”

“No, it was only discovered after years of investigation. Before, everyone thought she was killed, corrupted after being resurrected, or corrupted after enduring torture, but the secret information I saw when I took over the Order showed that, according to an investigation decades ago, it had already been determined that Miriael Sabathiel was willingly depraved.”

Sorshyan nodded and said nothing more. He felt that continuing this topic might be a little embarrassing for Viletts.

However, Viletts's tone suddenly relaxed.

“Actually, it's not just her. There are quite a few fallen Sisters of Battle. Some Orders have even done foolish things to cover up scandals, such as brainwashing loyal Sisters, changing their faces to look like the fallen ones, and inheriting the fallen ones' names. Those who have stepped into the realm of Slaanesh are not the most numerous. The most are those who have been driven mad by bloody warfare and become followers of Khorne. In this increasingly dark and turbulent era, even the foundation of the Sisters of Battle's faith is constantly shaking. It's really ironic. Living Saints are appearing more and more frequently, but traitors are also becoming more and more numerous. Everyone seems to be working hard, but things are still sliding in the worst possible direction.”

Sorshyan was silent for a moment, sighed softly, and drank the remaining wine in his cup.

“Let's do our best... Viletts, what do you think we should do with her?”

“Let's leave it at that for now. From the moment she was captured, she only has 'value' left.”

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In a certain area of the Warp, a small ship quickly traversed the turbulent tide of souls, its blood-red trail cutting through the wild immaterial weather of this area, and soon arrived near a crimson planet.

As the ship approached, a huge, bloodshot eye suddenly opened on the surface.

But the ship did not stop because of this, and headed towards a behemoth ship parked near the planet.

This was a magnificent warship, although it had suffered Warp corrosion and many battle damages, making it appear ancient and long-standing, it did not affect its huge and immortal majesty, because its history could be traced back to the Crusade era before the Horus Heresy, once representing the glory of a legion, but at this time, unclean scriptures covered the ship, and some metal structures, including the huge ancient ship cannons, were distorted by demons.

Around it, there was a large crowd of small ships like stars surrounding the moon, but when this ship approached, they all gave way, not out of respect, but out of fear.

Fear was the most prominent force here.

When the shuttle opened its hatch and walked down the ramp back to this ancient Gloriana-class, Ceizel still shivered as usual, even on this flight deck, its will and influence still existed, he could even feel its cold gaze.