God Emperor’s Angel of Death

"What I want to teach you is not just the technique of controlling power, it is also a fighting philosophy, a concept."

Sol pointed to him and wrote Line text.

"They are focus, humility, self-control, and the last and most important item, tolerance."

"Are these qualities necessary for a warrior, instructor "

Falzad suddenly opened the mouth and said, although Armin on the side stabbed him vigorously, but he blocked the opponent's hand with his arm.

"Why should we show tolerance to our enemies? Those enemies who try to erode Imperium are neither worthy of tolerance nor kindness."

Sol showed Falzad Smile, he is like an abandoned church, although there is only a sacred void, but it still retains a part of the glory of the past.

"You will fight many people in the future, and you will slaughter the entire world under the command of Chapter Chief, and you will do these things willingly...In the end, you may want to kill All living creatures, but you must also know when to stop."

He seemed to remember something, slightly sighed.

"But on the other hand, what you said is correct, child, no one who dares to resist the Emperor of Mankind is worthy of our forgiveness!"

"In that case, Why do we want to show tolerance to our enemies?"

"You are still too young and innocent. When thinking about things, you always as it should be by rights. Tolerance is not left to our enemies, but For our own."

Sol then raised his voice.

"In the past, the art of war taught by your instructors will save your own lives and the lives of thousands of others, but the skills I will teach you will save your souls... through Regarding the control of details and the writing skills of the brush, you will use this to fight against the hidden wild beast in your heart."

There are already some warriors understand the idea that Thor wants to convey, and their expressions have become solemn instead of before. Confusion.

"You all seem to be warriors, but you are still only small children who master the Power of God within. Without strong self-control, the gifts the God Emperor gives you will be useless, because you Can鈥檛 control it! So, these courses will be as important as the combat skills you will learn later, and even more important to some extent, do you understand?"

The recruits nodded and responded to him .

"Very good, so now, choose a seat, choose a good choice, because you will sit in the same position for a long time... the first class is always the most difficult, if you If you fail to pass it, then you will not be able to pass any subsequent courses."

The recruits chose their seats at will, and they really have no reason to prefer a certain special seat.

Saul waited for them all to sit down, and then said:

"Classes will begin now."

He said, picking up the previous pen .

Time flies quickly, a month has passed in a blink of an eye, and the battleship is still in the process of subspace navigation.

After all around the writing class, the recruits started the combat course.

They are eagerly learning the skills taught by Thor, but they still prefer to wield the tip of a knife compared to the overwhelming majority. There is only one exception.

Small Captain Ustad, who has always been unheard of, shows that his favorite course is to practice writing.

He has a deep interest in the control of this subtle power.

At first, his practice was still very formal, but as his mind gradually mastered the new skills, he soon got permission to play freely.

This Small Captain's font has become different from other warriors, more independent and unrestrained, just like the waves hidden in his calm heart.

His font has become fluent, eclectic, and even out of the ordinary.

But since the beginning of the combat course, he suddenly became very frustrated and his strokes were messy.

"Ustad."

When someone called himself, this Small Captain raised his head.

He contemplated so deeply that he didn't even notice that Saul had come to him.

"Why are you sitting motionless?"

"I planned to silently write the Astarte Scripture First Volume, but... I don鈥檛 know what it is, I always write the tenth I'm upset when I'm writing a word."

Sol picked up Ustad's calligraphy board, and then made a sound of approval.

"Well written well, you are talented, and they will gradually show up with the training you receive."

"Talents..."

Ustad's voice sank.

In fact, even if everyone doesn鈥檛 say anything, he also knows very well that he is the worst of the three Small Captains. He has no outstanding skills and no outstanding record. Everything is only due to the time he has served. Relatively early.

If there is a better choice, then he will never become Small Captain.

This kind of thought has bothered him from a long time ago.

He also wanted to show others his strengths, but found that there seemed to be nothing to show. He was such a weak person.

Not so gregarious.

"No, recruit, I see your potential. Your self-control and humility are above everyone else. This is a valuable asset. It may not allow you to overcome the enemy on the outside battlefield. , But it can give you the upper hand in your inner struggle."

Sol looked at all around and after confirming that no one was paying attention to them, he whispered to Ustad:

"Come with me, right now."

Although there is some not knowing what to do, Ustad followed Sol to the upper deck of the church.

After entering the church, he was taken to a compartment. From a wide observation hole, one could see the colorful void outside.

Geller's position enveloped the entire battleship like a layer of soap bubbles, separating it from the sinister subspace outside.

Through the pale shield, Ustad looked towards the twisted nebula and the wriggling asteroid belt.

Suddenly, the door behind him opened with a sound.

Ustad鈥檚 strengthened eyes immediately adapted to the dark environment in the room, the sacred fearless cultivator was standing in the middle of the door, Chapter Chief Soshian was standing by his right hand, and the priest Yazdan Shahinnian was on his left.

These two Chapter seniors, for some reason, are wearing a silver-gray cloak with a real burning black sun printed on it, which seems a bit mysterious.

"Ustad, come to me."

A sound came from the fearless speaker.

Ustad immediately walked up to him, one-knee kneels down.

"Venerable."

"Ustad, you need to make an oath. Everything you hear and see today will be an eternal secret until we think You can leave it exposed."

"If you have doubts, leave now."

"I swear, my lord! Everything I have seen and heard, All will be brought into the grave."

Ustad raised his head, and the priest stepped forward and put his heavy handguard on his head.

"I believe in you, get up, and follow me."

Ustad followed a fearless and two Chapter leaders through the center of the church and came to The cross-shaped room at the top of the church.

The end points of the four branches of the room are made into the shape of the back of the skull. In the middle of the room is an altar with a rare beast emblem with a double-winged face. One hundred meters high.

Apart from this, there is nothing in this wide space.

"Ustad, are you better prepared to witness the future of Chapter."

With the voice of the Said cultivator, a secret emerged from the altar, the young recruit鈥檚 Then my body couldn't stop shaking...