The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Standard Terra Calendar 980.M41, Tempest Stars, Holy Caspalen Diocese, Everlight Star System, Everlight III

Despite the exhaustion he felt earlier, Serre found no peace in sleep.

Instead, his mind was filled with memories and drills of war, his dreams shaken by the thunder of footsteps, then a wave of his arm, and a storm swept the world.

There was no order in the dream, only wars, their sole constant, their only truth, was the reason for his existence.

In the dream, his identity was complete.

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But there would never be peace.

When he woke up, his first feeling was that he had shrunk.

The young knight stood up from his small bed, walking on the cold stone slabs, breathing like an ordinary human, forcing himself to see and acknowledge the facts of the room—wooden chairs and tables, a wardrobe, a storage room, the air filled with the scent of lavender, the family banner hanging from the arched ceiling, and the Omnissiah symbol composed of gears and skulls next to the Emperor's shrine embedded in the wall.

This process was necessary. Each time after piloting a Knight mech and waking up, he had to maintain a clear awareness of himself, otherwise the sensation brought by the Throne Mechanicum would continue to blur the feeling between him and the mech.

Although his mount was a new steed, without the residual consciousness of its predecessors, it also meant that it had never been tamed, and its machine spirit was extremely wild.

In the academy, they had learned how to tame machine spirits every day, and even had practice, but only real practical operation could allow them to personally feel how difficult it was to fight a rebellious steel behemoth on a conscious level. During the first connection, he briefly fainted for five minutes and was almost forcibly opened from the cockpit and carried out.

But he was considered lucky, after all, he woke up afterward. Many people really just fainted and had to be carried out for treatment.

And this was their real "graduation ceremony."

Like most boys, after getting a "new weapon" or "new toy," they always have a strong desire to try it out. Training cannot satisfy their increasingly restless hearts. It just so happened that the order for the expedition was issued at this time. Serre and everyone else cheered and hurried to prepare.

This could be said to be a collective effort of the entire family, and their enemy was a type of alien enemy extremely unfamiliar to the Empire, the Tyranids.

But no matter what, the young knights were fearless. They now wanted to smash all enemies to pieces and gain their glory with lances, it was that simple.

Not only Serre, but even his father Barris was going to participate in this expedition. However, the father and son were not in the same lance formation. Considering that their combat capabilities were still insufficient, the High King assigned all the young people who had not been on the battlefield to the reserve lance formation, and each lance formation had a mentor knight in command. These mentor knights were veterans who had served for many years, but were not nobles, but rather vassals of the High King.

Of course, some people also understood this as a means for the High King to expand his influence, but no matter what, it was good to have a war to fight.

However, the war did not come as quickly as they thought. First of all, there was a long transportation period. During this time, their main task was to learn everything about the Tyranids. It was not until this time that Serre learned that such terrifying enemies existed in the galaxy. With his level of knowledge, he could not imagine what kind of creatures could withstand plasma cannons and Vulcan cannons.

The rest of the time was basically training, but they also had their own time. Since Serre showed his skills in the last Knight Tournament, he became the object of many people's acquaintance. However, he preferred to secretly meet with Tasia. The two had basically confirmed their relationship as lovers, but even if they were in love, private meetings were still considered an "immoral" regulation in Knightly virtues—noble men and women should not meet in private before their parents agreed and they were officially engaged, even though Tasia was also a Knight.

Of course, the two only chatted and confided in each other during their private meetings, after all, they had to consider the reputation of their respective families.

But Serre believed that he would establish enough merit on the battlefield, and then he would formally propose to Tasia's father.

When they arrived in the war zone, just as everyone was gearing up to make a big splash, a bucket of cold water was poured on them.

They could not yet compete with the real Tyranids, so their current task was to cooperate with the mortal troops to clean up the Genestealers behind the diocese. This was like they raised their swords, but in the end, they had to kill a squirrel.

But military orders were like mountains, and there was no room for bargaining.

The only thing worth celebrating was that they were not really cooperating with the local armed forces, otherwise it would be too shameful for the Knights. The one who really commanded and dispatched them was a captain of the Space Knights. Although this captain felt a bit strange, with a temperament that was a bit different from the Space Marines Serre had seen, and he didn't speak very seriously, but rather a bit尖刻.

Of course, this could also be seen to some extent in the other Space Marines in the company.

But this was not something he should be thinking about.

After a simple wash and tidying up his clothes, Serre remembered that they had a mission today, so he left the bedroom early. After entering the living room, three servants were already waiting here. As a nobleman, Serre's room in the ship was about 90 square meters, not big, but basically enough.

"Young master, breakfast."

These three servants were vassals who had grown up with him. Although their family was not a prominent family, they were still nobles after all, and they usually had a hundred or so servants. The children of the servants would often choose to become followers of a young nobleman, so that they could get a formal position in the future.

"Mm."

After Serre ate something simple, he went to the bathroom to rinse off the cold sweat on his body and put on his Knight armor.

When he walked out of the residential area, the knights had already begun to gather one after another, and the mentor knight in charge of their lance formation had already stood on the high platform. There were also four serious-looking mentor knights beside him. This old knight with white hair and beard was said to have served as an attendant in the era of Archduke Olga, and later received grace to become a formal knight and swore allegiance to the current High King. He was a highly respected veteran in the family.

"Hurry up, lads, a knight should be swift and decisive!"

Ten minutes later, everyone was present, and Serre listened to the mentor knight's speech while holding his helmet.

"This mission is to clear the Genestealers in the Delongkaton area. They are at the end of their rope and are now gathered in the last lair to resist stubbornly, gathering together like pests fleeing a flood. And those terrible militiamen have suffered heavy losses in the previous battles. I think you have all seen their clumsy combat techniques."

The mentor knight's words caused a burst of laughter, after all, the knights despised the local troops from the bottom of their hearts, thinking that they were just mud legs who had temporarily picked up weapons and were only qualified to be cannon fodder.