The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Standard Terra Calendar 991.M41, Loki Sector, Ryne World, Solok Continent, Ryne New City

Governor Mara Kagliari was sitting at her dressing table, gazing at her own beautiful and flawless face in the mirror. Although her actual age was 97, thanks to her family's excellent genes and the most advanced life extension technology of the Empire, she still maintained the appearance of a 24-year-old. Her blue eyes were as bright as stars, her skin as smooth as condensed milk, her delicate nose and chin seemed to be carefully sculpted by an artist, her pink lips were like fresh fruit, and her golden hair, representing noble blood, was scattered behind her, carefully braided by her maids.

In this world belonging to the Space Marines, she represented the Astartes, who lived in seclusion in the monastery, in governing. Several of her family ancestors had even had the honor of serving in the Crimson Fists. In the past, nobles surrounded her like bees collecting honey, uttering all kinds of flattering words, and her suitors could line up all the way to the Mariana Trench.

Her father had once arranged a marriage for her, but the kind-hearted her had rarely sent assassins to deal with the boy who also had a prominent family background, so that she had not talked about marriage after inheriting the position of governor.

Because of this, she had been criticized privately by many nobles, but she didn't care.

Some people knew the truth, although it was very shocking.

The female governor was not ruthless. In fact, her heart was always tender, but her tenderness only belonged to one person, and because of that person, Mara could no longer tolerate other men in her heart.

With a sigh, the female governor frowned slightly, and looked down at a rough wooden Aquila that looked like it had been blackened by fire.

It was so broken, like the crumbling city, and like that person's heart.

He hadn't spoken for a long time. Every time she saw him, he was fighting silently, patrolling silently, staring silently, praying silently...

The cruel and long battle seemed to have hollowed out his soul.

Suddenly, a distant explosion drew her gaze to the window. Through the gaps in the curtains fluttering in the breeze, she could see the edge of the sky burning fiercely. The blood-red sunset was sinking, dyeing the entire city a deep red.

On the streets filled with tents and various debris, groups of haggard-looking citizens walked by. Under the shadow of the war, these citizens tried their best to maintain their daily lives, as if they were trapped in a waking nightmare. The crimson sky made the city look so strange and distorted, and the screams and distant gunfire intertwined into a continuous, ear-piercing symphony.

"Is this really our end?"

The female governor murmured to herself, then weakly supported her forehead.

"Any news from the front?"

An elderly maid who was braiding her hair behind her immediately replied softly:

"The enemy has launched several raids. There are still corpses everywhere, some of ours and some of theirs. The soldiers and angels have blocked the aliens. The East District barricades are still holding, but the situation is precarious."

"The actual situation will only be worse than this. It's almost dark. Tell the ladies to prepare to go out with me."

"Yes."

After putting on her elaborate headdress and makeup, the female governor stood up, took off her pajamas, put on a gorgeous long dress, put on white suspender stockings, and put on sparkling crystal high heels. At this time, she became so radiant and moving.

When she left the mansion and came to the hall of the Silver Tower, dozens of equally gorgeously dressed and radiant noble ladies were already waiting here.

Mara shook the folding fan in her hand lightly and issued the marching order. The gate was then opened, and a group of noble ladies, guarded by heavily armed noble guards, stepped out of the safest place in Ryne New City.

As the siege continued, even with the food supplements bestowed by the Emperor, the long-term shelling, missile attacks, and occasional Ork raids still eroded the will of most people. Many people lost hope, and suicide and dereliction of duty increased rapidly.

In order to make a difference and to play a role, the female governor made a shocking decision - she and the noble ladies around her would personally walk among the brave defenders, bringing light and comfort to the people, to those tired people who were protecting them.

Due to the Empire's strict class divisions and bloodline theory, this behavior was unacceptable to many nobles. No matter how brave the commoners were, they should not have the right to look directly at the noble governor, let alone the governor and nobles lowering their status and walking among them. Many nobles fiercely opposed this plan, but this could not change the female governor's will.

Finally, after a brief tug-of-war, the female governor also made concessions, only going to comfort them before evening, because at that time the fighting usually subsided. Since the soldiers could rest, she could also have more opportunities to talk to them and distribute water and food.

The female governor went to comfort the most fiercely fought blocks on the defense line, because she believed that these people needed her support the most.

So this became her fixed itinerary. Every time dusk came, she and the group of noble ladies would dress as beautifully as possible, so as to give people something worth fighting for, and go to one block after another under the protection of a large number of guards.

Although this matter was indeed a bit ridiculous, it also played a role in a sense. The visit of the noble ladies group became something that the Ryne Guard and the militia looked forward to very much, although many people were executed by the commissar for indecent comments.

But this made Governor Mara very happy, because this was the first time since the start of the war that she felt that she was no longer hiding in the Silver Fortress like a coward, watching her people sacrifice and doing nothing.

In fact, she also knew that the effect of this kind of thing was very limited. The high casualty rate and the lack of any sign of reinforcements constantly eroded people's will, and this little thing could not slow it down.

But at least, she had a reason to see him.

At this time, the street lights were already on, although the number was much smaller than in the past. The noble ladies passed through a once busy street, and the road was covered with thick soot, almost reaching the ankles of pedestrians.

After seeing the female governor, the crowd crowded on the side of the street and in the tents began to cheer, and some people tried to beg for food - although the food crisis had been temporarily alleviated, in order to defend later, the city still implemented strict rationing. People who did not participate in the defense could only maintain a level where they would not starve to death, or starve to death a little slower. Only soldiers and various staff who participated in the defense could get basic food supplies, but only for individuals.

No one knew how long the Orks would besiege the city in the future, but without a continuous supply of food, Ryne was obviously unable to support any idlers.

If you want to be full, you have to contribute. This is cruel and ruthless, but there is no way.