The Emperor’s Angel of Death

How did he get here? What killed such a terrifying man?

Thinking these things in her mind, Elisabeth realized she had unknowingly moved closer to him.

When the girl was only a few meters away from him, she saw the huge crack on the side of the giant's armor. The violent blow had torn the armor, and the edges of the cut were jagged, as if they had been burned.

This seemed to be the fatal wound, because beneath the gap was blood. She saw the blood pooling together, turning into red droplets, dripping from the wound and falling to the ground.

Observing the armor carefully, she realized that it was different from the armor of the army that had once passed through the town. It was thick, with strange copper tubes connecting the huge armor plates covering the chest and abdomen, and his huge shoulder armor was decorated with two white crossed swords. Then she noticed a glittering, winged skull emblem on the chest of the giant's armor, which made her eyes widen—

She had only been to church a few times, and she had seen statues symbolizing angels, although they were very different from what was in front of her, they did have such a symbol on their chests.

That is to say, this is indeed a fallen angel!

At this moment, suddenly, the giant gasped and then coughed, his hand holding the sword twitching.

The girl's heart almost jumped out of her chest. In the confusion, she tripped over her own legs, fell backward, landed in the dirt, and then frantically struggled backward on her hands and feet, pushing herself into the shade of a tree, and then holding her breath.

But he didn't really wake up.

She stared at him for a long time, and finally came to this conclusion.

Now, she knew he was still alive, which made her feel a little different.

After carefully approaching a little more, the girl could see more clearly that he was actually still breathing, his skin was very pale, and his breathing didn't seem to be very smooth, probably because this posture put pressure on his trachea.

After thinking for a moment, Elisabeth slowly, slowly crawled towards the fallen angel. She felt very scared, but seemed even more fascinated by it.

He was obviously in great pain. She remembered that she had been seriously ill once when she was a child, and her mother had stayed by her side, taking care of her until she recovered. This was one of her most precious memories.

So, how sad it would be to endure such pain alone.

Elisabeth approached little by little, on all fours, just like a kitten cautiously approaching a sleeping giant angel.

The closer she got, the more clearly she could see the details on the other person's body. Not only on the side, but also on the neck, arms, and thighs, there were obvious wounds, some were scratches, and some were puncture wounds.

How could someone suffer such serious injuries and not die?

Perhaps this proves that it is not human.

Finally, she stopped and came to a close enough distance, stretched out her trembling hand, hesitated for a moment, and poked the other person's face with her slender finger—this action suddenly gave her an inexplicable sense of guilt.

The touch of her fingertip was cold and rough, and suddenly the other person's head moved.

She was so scared that she quickly prepared to run away, but after stopping for a moment, she found that the other person was still motionless.

Elisabeth stood up, walked to the other person's side, and more slowly and carefully touched the other person's shoulder armor. What did the double sword symbol mean?

Then she noticed the half-burnt scripture scroll, and suddenly retracted her hand, her shoulders trembling like a frightened beast—in the past, she had accidentally touched something stained with scripture scrolls in the church, and as a result, she was severely whipped by the furious priest with a leather strap for more than an hour, leaving her covered in bruises and almost dead, but no one reached out to help.

The priest's angry face and roar still echoed in her memory—

The filthy bastard is not worthy of defiling everything of the God-Emperor!

"So, what should I do now?"

When Elisabeth considered what to do, her brow furrowed.

Things here were beyond her ability to "handle". Should she go back and call for help? She wasn't very sure. There were beasts in the forest. She had taken a great risk to come here. If she left, what if the beasts were attracted by the smell of blood?

And she raised her head to look at the sky. Dark clouds were gathering. It might rain in less than twenty minutes.

She didn't know if there would be other people looking for "good things". Elisabeth knew that there were many hunters and scavengers around the town, and of course, there were also bandits. If they found this, I'm afraid they wouldn't have any piety.

And more importantly, her free time was almost over. She had to rush back before anyone noticed her. She didn't want to be whipped again.

Nevertheless, she was still reluctant to leave...

Elisabeth looked at the angel's blood-stained face, which was more handsome and majestic than any man she had ever seen, and wanted to know if he would call her name when he woke up, whether he would

Redeem her?

Suddenly, a place popped into her mind, and she immediately turned around and ran in the other direction.

There was someone nearby who could help her!

"Lard Ball, this will cause trouble."

"One-Eye, you've repeated that sentence more than thirty times. Can you say something new?"

"Um... I'm worried about you."

"Don't worry, we're doing the right thing. We also have to thank you for risking sneaking your landlord's hook truck into the forest. Otherwise, we wouldn't be able to lift such a big thing. If it gets rained on later, there might be some problems."

Pushing open the dilapidated gate, two figures walked into the almost completely abandoned house in the pouring rain, and the blood-stained giant was lying in the pile of weeds.

This was originally Elisabeth's home, or rather, her former home, a beautiful place overlooking the valley, but since her father was cheated out of all his land by a relative of some big shot and was beaten to death when he went to reason with them, this place no longer belonged to her. But its new owner did not treat it well, and eventually it became a warehouse for storing sundries, and Elisabeth's good friend happened to be the manager here.

Elisabeth, who reappeared, had an umbrella in her hand, and also a basket filled with useful things she could think of: a lantern, a large needle and coarse linen cloth, a pot of water, a bottle of wine, a pile of freshly washed napkins, and several large pieces of bread and cheese left over from dinner.

She wanted to find medicine, but couldn't find it.

Beside her followed a figure shorter than her, wearing a dirty gray cloak, holding a stick in his hand, walking with a limp, and his voice was like a broken bellows.

Arriving at the angel's side, she put down the basket, took out the lantern and lit it.

"First, we must find the wounds on his body."

That being said, it was actually more difficult than she had expected. This set of armor was very strong and there was no place to disassemble it. Fortunately, it was large enough, and soon her clever head found a way, directly putting her small hand into the metal armor, trying to find a way in, just like eating shellfish picked on the coast—of course, she had never eaten it, this was another story she had heard.

This process was very painful. For example, when she was cleaning a belt near the wound, her finger was pierced by a sharp piece of metal, but in the end, she still found the most serious wound with her nimble hands.