The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"Boss, please add a bag of sugar to my truck and six bags of A2 feed."

"Alright, just a moment."

The shop owner, who was watching the screen, heard the voice from the truck cab parked in front of the store. He quickly slid off his chair, waved the fan in his hand, and waddled towards the distance, shouting.

"You two little brats, stop slacking! Come over here and move things!"

The two fifteen or sixteen-year-old boys who were looking at the data board heard their father's scolding. They grumbled, put down the data board reluctantly, pushed the flatbed cart, and ran towards the warehouse with their father.

At this moment, the small screen hanging on the wooden wall suddenly played an exciting music, attracting the driver's attention as he fiddled with the small fan on the truck's dashboard.

The screen background, originally green, suddenly turned blue, and a golden Imperial Aquila emblem appeared in the center.

Then, the scene shifted to the surface of a beautiful planet, with a sun slowly rising from the planet's shadow in the distance. At the same time, a deep male voice appeared.

"Kermansha, our home."

The next second, the camera switched to the confirmed planetary capital city of Kermansha, Merit City. As the warm sunlight swept across the land, it illuminated the neat and clean streets, brand-new houses, busy vehicles, and smiling, energetic pedestrians, creating a prosperous scene.

"Prosperity, order."

A man in a work uniform smiled and waved to the priest in front of the magnificent cathedral, then turned around, revealing a handsome and upright face and an Aquila pendant hanging on his chest.

"Faith, this is the righteous path of our survival."

The man walked to a house where a beautiful woman was playing with her child. The man showed a warm smile and reached out his hand.

"But survival also comes at a price."

Waaaangh!

Amidst the roar of a beast, a very realistic green-skinned Ork wielding an axe jumped out of the nearby bushes, and the woman and child began to scream. The man knelt on the ground, roaring in disbelief:

"By the sacred light of the Throne, no—"

The moment the blood splattered on him, the picture froze—

[INVASION]

A striking line of text appeared in the center of the screen, reflecting the man's incredulous and desperate face.

"Wow, is it that exaggerated?"

The driver exclaimed and slowly rolled down the window.

"Haha, does it look familiar?"

After a moment, the man walked into the screen from outside the 'scene', with a smile on his face.

"Such scenes are playing out all over the galaxy at this very moment, and the next one could be you."

The man then pointed to the audience in front of the screen.

"Unless you can make the most important decision of your life!"

The man raised his left hand and snapped his fingers.

Instantly, he was wearing a set of red and black armor that was completely different from the Astra Militarum, and a burst of impassioned music followed.

"Prove to everyone that you have the power and courage to defend your survival and faith."

He reached out and took a pointed helmet with a silver mask from outside the screen, then put it on his head.

"Join..."

The scene cut to a planet where huge warships were bombarding the surface and dropping many drop pods and Valkyrie transport aircraft.

"...the ranks of the Pushtiban!"

On the chaotic battlefield, a soldier carrying a spear-like weapon and holding a plasma weapon knelt on the ground. Behind him, two soldiers were using spears to stab a green-skinned Ork lying on the ground and roaring.

"Become the elite of the Chapter Auxilia!"

The scene changed, and huge tanks rumbled past the charging infantry, then stopped and fired at enemies resembling huge insects, blasting them into bloody pulp.

"Eliminate all non-human enemies."

Soldiers raised flags and planted them on small mountains of enemy corpses.

"Under the leadership of the Heaven-Sent Great Man, let the glory of the Throne shine throughout the galaxy."

On the battlefield littered with corpses, soldiers stood in formation, saluting a huge portrait, an Astartes wearing golden armor, arms crossed, looking up slightly at the golden sun in the upper right. No one would not recognize him, Sosthenes Aleksei.

"Become a hero!"

"Become a legend!"

The final scene was of soldiers standing on a high hill, with the silhouette of a huge Titan slowly passing by in the background, the outline of a huge warship hanging in the sky, and drop pods falling like meteor showers.

"Become a Pushtiban!"

"Hey Hayes, all loaded up!"

Hearing the boss's words, the one-eyed driver was slightly stunned, then took out a few promethium coins from his pocket and handed them over from the window.

"Thank you for your trouble."

"It's my pleasure, just a moment, let me get your change."

"No need, just remember it, we'll settle it together next time I come."

"Alright, it's hot today, brother, have a glass of ice beer, don't worry, it's very low alcohol."

Hayes smiled and took the paper cup handed over by the boss.

"Thanks."

After drinking, he started the truck and began to drive through the town along the newly built road in the scorching sun. During this time, he saw many people in uniforms distributing leaflets, one of which was stuffed into his cab. Sure enough, it was still recruitment propaganda.

After leaving the town, he entered the vast plains. This was a fertile land with rivers, forests, and more endless farmland, and even huge bubble-shaped vertical farms, which looked like huge water droplets in the sun, but those were the property of the Adeptus Mechanicus, used to grow certain special cash crops.

In the far horizon, the glittering spires of the towering spaceport could be faintly seen. That was also the city where the divisional headquarters was located, which was already quite large, but not as crowded as a hive city.

He could have chosen to settle there, but his past experiences made him tired of the noisy city, so he chose to live on the regimental farm in the countryside.

Now he belonged to the 4th Squad of the 1st Company of the 2nd Battalion of the 73rd Regiment of the 13th Division of Kermansha, serving as the squad leader.

The regiment he belonged to was an "agricultural regiment", with a population of more than 30,000 people, under the jurisdiction of six companies, and more than 30 public affairs units of various types, including 31 comprehensive farms, 11 ranches, 4 forest farms and many other industries, as well as a standing militia regiment of 1,500 people. However, because it was a system of universal conscription, all adult men and women had to undergo regular military training, such as shooting, throwing grenades, and even laying mines.

Hayes was not only a squad leader, but also the company commander of the militia regiment, because he easily defeated most of his competitors in the initial military skills assessment.

More than an hour later, the truck entered a village with rows of red-roofed, white-walled houses neatly arranged, with small churches, hospitals, shops and many other facilities, as well as several huge warehouses, and a mechanical repair shop. A huge automatic water tower stood on the east side of the village, continuously extracting clean water from the ground to provide to the residents here.

When passers-by saw the truck, they would wave to him. More than two hundred men and women lived here, including the veterans who followed Hayes out of the hive city, such as Kang, who is now the company's priest and presides over the small church.

Parking the car in front of the church, Hayes opened the door and got out, and said loudly:

"Kang!"

"Coming, coming."

Wearing a white vest and black shorts, revealing the mechanical prosthetic leg on his right leg and the hairy left leg, Kang opened the door, and when he saw Hayes, he put the cattail fan in his back and walked over.

"Hayes, you're back. This damn weather is so hot, and the ordered thermostat hasn't arrived yet."

"I heard that the spaceport is already operating at full capacity, and a lot of things are piled up in the warehouse and can't be delivered. Just wait, or I'll drive over to pick it up myself one of these days."

Saying that, Hayes opened the back of the truck, dragged out the bag of sugar from a pile of things, and carried it to Kang.

"Here, the sugar you wanted."