The Emperor’s Angel of Death

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Storm Starfield, Planet Nathan IV, Astral Knights' Battle Group Monastery Fortress

The screening of the new batch of new recruits by the Star Knights is over. This screening is completely led by the tenth company commander Armin and the pastor. The participants are not only the local children of Nathan 4, but also the battle group brought from Armageddon. orphan.

This is the third selection of the Astral Knights since they came to Nathan Four. This selection has more places than the previous two. There are a full 1,000 people, and three hundred lucky people will eventually be produced.

Not only has the number of places increased, the selection criteria have also been slightly relaxed, and the requirements for candidates are no longer as harsh as in the past.

Some people are quite critical of this, but in the context of the urgent need for expansion of the battle group, a little opposition can not change anything-in the Armageddon War and the subsequent conflict of Minotaur, the Astral Knights fought continuously, and six were killed. More than a dozen people, it can be regarded as traumatized.

Similarly, although the selection process has been optimized many times and is not as cruel as it was at the beginning, death and injury are still inevitable.

In the end, when three hundred exhausted boys walked out of the selection field, their future destiny was doomed.

The most important thing all boys want to do after the selection is to get a good night's sleep. The selection of seven days and nights is really torture, and everyone's physical strength and energy have reached their limits.

They have three days to rest. After that, they will undergo a series of physical enhancement modulations to increase their survival rate in the subsequent transformation process. This is one of Valer's years of experience summed up by him-physical fitness modulation before the transformation It's effective.

For most battle groups, during the short and precious rest time, soldiers usually choose to spend in their own private rooms.

However, this rule does not apply to recruits. Before they become real Astartes, they always keep moving in groups.

Therefore, the new barracks in the fortress area often have the three functions of a sanctuary, an armory, and a dormitory. The slaves and servants also live here in order to serve this group of immature fighters with all their hearts.

But that night, a certain area of ​​the recruits’ dormitory was a bit unusual.

A sturdy figure hurriedly passed by, his eyes cold, as cold as frost.

One of the heavily armed slave workers was staring at the boy passing through the room, and when its mechanical eyes recognized the identity of the person, a dull voice came out of its mouth.

"Applicant No. 3, do you need—"

"Hush hush hush."

The boy whispered.

"Quiet."

His name is Herbert Loew, a boy who has achieved excellent results in brutal selections, and his family has given birth to an Astarte fifty years ago, and is currently serving in four consecutive years.

Herbert tiptoed to the side of a bed, looked at the boy who was a head shorter than him on the bed, narrowed his eyes dangerously, and then drew a silver knife from his boot.

"Jacob."

He yelled softly, and at the same time, his fingers clenched the handle of the knife unconsciously.

An unspeakable impulse roared into his mind, screaming and urging him to cut open the body of the annoying bottom nest in front of him, let his blood drip to the ground, and satisfy his revenge. .

But the boy from Armageddon’s nest did not move at all, even though the salty sweat odor from the opponent continued to pour into his nasal cavity, mixed with the uniqueness of the blade. Some, the sharp metal smell full of killing intent, he still has eyes

I didn't bother to open my eyes.

"Jacob."

Herbert's voice was low, his teeth clenched together.

"If you don't roll again, I will use your broken knife to dig out both of your eyes."

Suddenly, Jacob opened his eyes. There was no emotion in him, he was very cold.

"I don't think so."

The corner of Herbert's eyes jumped, and he slid aside, the short knife turned back and forth between his fingers, his posture was elegant and skillful, like a magician dancing at a banquet.

"We have to talk."

Jacob finally sat up, and now he felt extremely uncomfortable all over his body, especially his shoulders and spine. They must be red and swollen, and every pain brought him was comparable to a small wound.

I have to say that the other party will really take the time, it is perfect to ruin his hard-earned rest.

But this is not his most annoying. What annoys him the most is that the other party interrupted his dream. He had just dreamed of his mother and the father he had hated and hated, but he finally admired—then he was there. My memory is just a gang scum, but in the end he dragged it to pieces

The scene of his body in a **** battle with the green beast in the smoke of gunpowder is deep in his mind.

This is why he chose to be an Astarte.

"...Speaking straight."

"Ah, you despicable fellow, eagerly pursuing victory, even betraying the people in your team, but it's nothing shameful to say it, is it?"

"If you have anything other than pretending to be talking about this bunch of nonsense here, I trouble you to speak quickly."

Hearing this, Herbert shook his head pretentiously, as if he had never seen such a tragic thing.

"You are really selfish, you have stolen qualifications you shouldn't have, and you are not ashamed of it."

Jacob grabbed his metal skull headdress, tied his long black hair behind his head and tied it, smoothly passing the strands of hair that fell beside his cheeks.

This is one of the typical hairstyles of young members of the Hades Nest gang.

"You wake me up just to say this?"

"No, I woke you up to challenge you in a duel."

Herbert turned the murder weapon in his hand.

Then he glanced at the dormitory, and as he thought, everyone else left quietly half an hour ago, and now there is only him and the person in front of him.

Jacob shook his head. His upper body was naked, with only a pair of leather pants, and his dark body was covered with scars, as if speaking silently about the battle the boy had experienced.

"I want to guess why you suddenly came to a duel in the middle of the night?"

Muscles and tendons quivered invisibly for a moment, Herbert's short blade slammed, and the smooth and cold edge scratched Jacob’s skin--if he hadn't shrunk his head instinctively, this would be enough His ears were cut off.

Herbert grinned, not smiling.

"You're just a foreign nest, and you're a cheap breeder. You sneaked up on the battleship. Suddenly you felt that you could become Astarte, transformed into the strongest, fiercest, and smartest warrior among mankind."

"So what troubles you is that I am going to be Astarte?"

"Speaking of this ~www.readwn.com~Should we review your performance? You still have a look above the top."

The light fell on Herbert's teeth, faintly lit up with a pure white halo.

"Ha, if you are worried that you will become less dazzling, why don't you try to make you stronger, more ferocious, and smarter?"

"It's really sharp."

Herbert’s voice was low and sweet,

"It's a pity how sad it is to give birth to parents who are weird like you."

In the next second, Jacob's movements were equally swift and fierce. The knife originally placed in the scabbard of the calf instantly appeared in his palm, with the tip aimed at Herbert's neck.

Herbert's reaction was also extremely fast, with a bang with the knife in his hand to fend off the deadly sharpness, but this still made him a little scared, and he took two steps back.

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