The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Veronica, who was wearing a decent clerical nun's robe, crept to a bench by the wall and sat down. Some warriors noticed her, but everyone regarded her as a narrator and didn't take it seriously.

At this time, Veronica found another mortal in the shadow of the wall more than 20 meters away.

Elena, who was wearing a long black close-fitting dress and a black gauze hat, almost merged with the shadow. When Veronica looked at her, she also turned her head and glanced at each other. friendly.

Suddenly, a loud noise made them turn their heads at the same time and look at the gladiatorial platform.

Seth had already picked up a training executioner's chainsaw from the weapon rack, a huge weapon normally used by the Church of the Nuns, while Soshyan had first held a spear, but eventually opted for A two-handed power sword for training, with the weapon rack slowly rising, the gladiatorial fight officially began, and the surroundings fell into silence in an instant.

"With her blood, I shall prevail!"

With a roar, Seth swung his huge chainsaw sword towards Soshyan like a mad beast. Even in a ceremonial gladiatorial fight, the Chapter Commander seemed to go all out, not caring whether it would hurt your opponent.

But in Soshyan's eyes, this was an impulsive attack without any preparation, and he had enough time to avoid it.

With a sound like a sack being torn apart, the blade in Seth's hand slashed the floor made of high-strength alloy, splashing a string of sparks. His actual speed was much faster than Soshyan's estimate, and he almost hit He also made him more cautious.

Dodging the chainsaw, Soshyan stepped back calmly, then stepped out with his right foot, the giant sword was straight parallel to his line of sight, and swung it out a second later, smashing the blade that Seth had just raised to the side.

But Soshyan did not pursue, but instead put on a defensive stance. Seth attacked his throat again. Soshyan dodged and returned fire. second attack.

In the back-and-forth defense and counterattack, the two Chapter Masters seemed to have no chance of defeating the other and winning, but the experienced veterans on the field could see that Soshyan was able to do it with ease and a bit of water, and Seth even With all his strength, he couldn't break through Soshyan's blade barrier.

The two sides have already stood tall.

"Don't insult my honor! Soshyan Chapter Commander!"

Seth, who was also aware of this, roared and launched an almost crazy offensive. Every blow was fatal. This was beyond the scope of gladiatorial combat. The soldiers in the audience had begun to whisper, and Veronica also wrinkled. He frowned and whispered unhappily:

"Where did the barbarians come from?"

The strong sense of frustration caused Seth to fall into a slight frenzy. His hands waved the chainsaw sword like a gust of wind, slamming the opponent's head, neck, waist and other parts. If he hit it hard, it was almost fatal, but Every time he was blocked by his opponent.

This made him even more frantic, and even his eyes gradually became blurred, and his mouth began to recite unconsciously—

"I am anger, and I am death."

Seth felt his limbs burn, pushing him toward the enemy.

He didn't care about the scratches the opponent's blade had carved on his armor, and he continued to attack with almost life-for-life momentum, forcing the opponent to constantly shift positions.

"My anger has no mercy!"

Ten more steps and he'll corner the other side, his hands ripping out his guts as he rips open his armor.

"My blade doesn't know—"

The next second, something invisible hit Seth in the chest, knocking him to the ground.

The Flesh Tearer Chapter Master groaned and raised his head, blinking hard to clear his sight, though the painkillers that flooded his body did not quell the searing pain in his skull.

Then, he felt someone pat him on the face.

"Brother Seth? Brother Seth? Are you all right?"

Seth shook his head, and then his consciousness gradually came to his senses. When he realized that he had almost gone crazy in the arena, he suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

He felt his heart beating in his chest like the pistons of a huge engine at this moment, the smell of splattered blood filled his senses, and a boiling darkness enveloped his mind, threatening his restraint.

Seth struggled to his feet, but nearly slipped, but Soshyan grabbed his shoulder just in time.

Then Soshyan heard Seth gasping for breath on his shoulders, and lowered his head and prayed softly:

"Emperor and Holy Father, please bless me with your mercy, and burn my bloodthirsty with the fire of justice... Please keep me from the darkness of my soul."

Soshyan said with a smile:

"It's all right, Brother Seth."

As Soshyan said, Seth gradually got rid of the dark haze, and then looked at the slight depression in his chest. Obviously, Soshyan stopped his hand, otherwise he would definitely be able to open his armor.

He let go of Soshyan's shoulders, took a step back, and dropped the weapon with a gasp.

"Brother Soshyan, you won."

Soshyan also threw away his weapon, then stepped forward and hugged Seth lightly, and there were warm applause and cheers from the field, especially the recruits.

"Ah! Chapter Commander, we love you-!

! "

Everyone could see clearly that Soshyan subdued Seth, who looked like a madman, with almost one move, and the difference in strength between them was self-evident.

Next is the grand banquet.

Feasting has always been an important part of Space Marine culture. Although they are usually ascetic, they will hold sumptuous banquets on major occasions and after victories.

For the first time, the astral knight's monastery welcomed so many space warriors, the White Templar, the astral knight plus a small number of flesh-tearers had exceeded a thousand people.

To this end, the chapter used more than 10,000 servants and machine servants, more than ten tons of wine, and several tons of various vegetables, fruits and meats. The entire monastery fortress was almost awake all night. The event washed away the grief in the hearts of the White Templars.

After all, the people are gone, and they will face more intense and brutal battles in the future.

The banquet lasted until more than three o'clock in the morning. When Soshyan returned to the bedroom full of alcohol, he immediately smelled a familiar fragrance. He remembered seeing Veronica several times during the banquet, but the other party didn't bother him. .

Maybe she's already asleep?

However, after hearing the clear footsteps, Soshyang knew that the other party was not asleep.

Sure enough, within thirty seconds after he returned to the bedroom, Veronica walked out of the secret door, but she looked—

"Uh...you are this?"

Veronica, who had regained her spiritual form, was wearing a nun's dress for no reason, but the nun's dress was a little out of place. It looked a little too thin, and the forks on both sides of her thighs were too high. What is the condition of the socks, and what is the black tether on the crotch... that is, the white chest block looks the most normal, but it is too transparent, as for the black one on the head. Yarn is negligible as well.

And in this mix of blasphemy and immorality~www.readwn.com~ Veronica's undisguised beauty made Soshyan take a breath, every time he could find something about her This aspect is worthy of his appreciation again. The delicate face and facial features are more perfect than any artist's work carved out of the finest marble. The tender eyes sparkle with an emotional light, and the pointed ears are more like the nun's dress. It's a grotesque sense of dislocation, but it seems suitable after watching it for a long time.

Veronica is beautiful, but her beauty is somehow a punishment for Soshyan.

When the other party walked with elegant steps, the crisp sound of high heels tapping the ground lightly, in Soshyan's ears, was similar to the roar of a bomb—

Just as terrible.

"Looks weird? Didn't you say something more formal should be worn in the Chapter?"

Veronica stopped in front of Soshyan, her slender legs tightly wrapped in white silk stockings were perfectly displayed in front of him—the fat-free and straight legs had a hazy halo like jade in the night. .

Then she turned around in place, and then looked at Soshyan.

"Isn't the nun's dress informal enough?"

"No, who told you that nuns dress like this?"

Veronica turned her hand over, and a book appeared. Soshyan took a look and frowned.

"Does Sister Omnisiah dream of binary fish... What cult? Where did you get it?"

"This is the one that I searched the most for nuns on the information shopping platform of Nest Capital."

"Tsk—"

Soshyan didn't know what to say for a while, but his attitude made Veronica a little annoyed.

"Hmph, if I don't like it, I'll change it--ah!"

Just as Veronica turned around, a sturdy arm suddenly wrapped around her waist from behind, and dragged her to the bed with a coquettish voice—