The Emperor’s Angel of Death

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Ustad hesitated before attending the victory banquet of the three battle groups.

Had Farzad not found him on the edge of the fire, he might not have attended the banquet at all.

"Ustad!"

Falzad shouted.

"Here!"

He raised his hands, gave Bifarzad a bear hug, and then pulled him into the noisy banquet area.

"I haven't seen you for a while."

Ustad smiled awkwardly and politely, and replied:

"The commander of the battle group entrusted me with some things...Actually, I only left for a while, but you were too happy, and some ignored the time."

Ustad looked at the shoulders of the combat brothers. In the hall of the Mother of Tears, the fighters of the three battle groups gathered together to share their experiences in this battle and how many aliens they had killed.

Although it is in the golden hall with a strong Baal style, the main color of the banquet is still dark green, which symbolizes death.

It is dotted with a little bright yellow.

And silver gray, you must look carefully to see one or two.

This is the most realistic situation of the three battle groups.

The battle of the Fran galaxy is basically over. The greenskins have once again suffered a devastating blow from the empire as they did in the past, and all the glory of this is basically attributed to the ascetics, the astral knights and the weepers who initiated the battle. A little bit, but in the official battle records, it will never be the first to appear.

The larger-scale banquet ended in the morning of Terra time. The Imperial Navy and all the senior officers and political officials of the Astral Army who participated in the battle, about a hundred people, were in the same room with the Astartes, sharing the victory. fruit.

It was a ceremonial banquet, at least in Ustad's eyes, full of clichés.

"Oh my God, you are too miserable."

Falzad said, grabbing Ustad's arm.

"Brothers, this is Ustad, the captain of our other team."

Falzad turned around and said to the crowd that they were a group of ascetic fighters who were all captains and company commanders in terms of their ranks.

"You are too incisive,"

Ustad shook his head. He had heard that Falzad was very popular among ascetics and made many friends, but he didn't expect that the other party had become involved with officers-level soldiers.

In contrast, he is indeed too introverted.

The fighters of the ascetics greeted Ustad, and at the same time there was a large number of this "stranger"

Yes, even in the astral knight battle group, Ustad is like a "stranger", and his other secret identity will only alienate him from other people.

"Sit down, take a sip, and tell us about your experience in battle. You must have a lot to say."

An ascetic soldier spoke up. Judging from his helmet and shoulder badge, it should be a veteran of the Second Company.

"Nothing unusual."

Ustad returned with a smile.

"Compared to Falzad, I am not an excellent fighter. Why don't you tell me about your battle? You must have a lot of things I haven't experienced."

In this way, they did, and the ascetics enthusiastically wanted to impress him.

Or maybe it's just for Falzad's face.

But Ustad, who was holding the wine glass, only heard half of it.

The Ascetic Band continued their tradition on the savage planet. They were quite relaxed at the banquet, and their carnival filled the entire smoky room.

However, although the banquet is very lively, besides loud jokes and ancient songs, there is still a emptiness enveloped here.

A lingering echo came from the corner of the room, where there should have been more lively noises, but now there are only lurking ghosts.

The Weeping Group lost more than 20 combat brothers in the battle, which was a relatively serious casualty for them, who were already sparsely populated.

Ustad could hardly imagine that the seats here would be full again.

This reminded him of the fate of their battle group.

"Ustad?"

Falzad suddenly put his hand on Ustad's shoulder.

Ustad blinked and found that everyone was looking at him expectantly, some of them still smiling.

Their story was over, but Ustad didn't listen to it at all.

"Fantastic story, brave action."

Ustad said solemnly:

"Your courage will add many songs to your hometown."

He stood up carefully.

"Thank you for inviting me to drink together, and thank you for sharing. I must leave now. I still have a lot of things to deal with."

Falzad looked at him caringly.

"Ah, what a busy person, no doubt!"

He told others that the words were more passionate than his eyes, and then he hugged Ustad again.

"I understand you like to be alone."

Falzad whispered to Ustad.

"But don't be an outsider anymore, my brother, come back early. The battle group is not just ours, it's also yours."

Falzad’s concern burned Ustad’s heart like a harsh insult, and he left as much as possible ~www.ltnovel.com~ Then, he found a quiet and undisturbed one. Place.

There began to gulp the strong liquor produced in Supole and mixed with various beast blood and venom, and for a while drank dizzy-this strong liquor is often used by ascetics to experience "near-death meditation" , Just a small bite is enough to kill a dozen mortals.

I don't know when, in his cup, a strong melancholy is covering him.

Ustad and his peers have never been in perfect harmony.

It is difficult for him to accept the boisterous ridicule of your coming and going, while others think he is too unsmiling.

But he has his own way of dealing with the world, he leads the team to fight with glory, and calmly when there is no battle.

The abnormality in his spine made him itchy.

This plunged his heart into greater pain, but the shadow concealed his melancholy face.

The gifts given to him by the association of the ancient legions have not worked until now. He can't motivate them, which makes him look like a failure.

He felt that he had lived up to the expectations of the battle captain and Brother Said, and that he had carried such a huge secret, but he could not play any role.

Soon, Ustad was drunk.

He drank the strong wine that was enough to kill mortals in an instant, and some liquid flowed onto his armor, but he didn't care.

"why……"

He murmured into the wine glass:

"What the **** is this."

In Ustad's body, his strengthened body is fighting a defeated battle with spirits.

Slowly, his eyelids drooped, leaning against the wall and slowly falling to the ground, the wine in the glass spilled out.

But what he didn't notice was that when he lost consciousness, the wine spilled on the ground was slowly turning into frost...