The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Dante took the data pad and looked at it for a while, then sighed and placed it on the desktop.

　　 "Abaddon aggressively invaded the platoon, and it was more than a year ago."

　　 Then he pressed his arm on the table, leaned toward Mephisto, and said:

　　 "Are you worried that the Black Legion will release this demon?"

　　 "If nothing happens, it is inevitable."

　　 "But you don't look very nervous."

　　 "Well, I asked someone to find out that the astral knights, holy blood angels, and the white sanctuary have all gone to the Patriarch Star."

　　 "Astral Knight."

　　 Dante blinked, but said nothing.

Mephisto looked at his battle captain, and immediately determined that the other party should know something, because the other party did not have any doubts about the astral knight going to the dead star—the astral knight he had been very early on. Something feels wrong.

　　 "Then what do you think, Mephisto."

　　 "I want to go to Paiyang Xing, I can do it alone."

　　 But Dante shook his head and rejected the think tank's proposal.

"The battle group has just completed the task of clearing the gene stealer sect, and the soldiers are still repairing. What's the point of going there alone? Since all three battle groups have participated, it means that things will not get bad, let alone. This place is so far away from Pai Shang Xing, when you arrive, it is estimated that the matter will be over."

　　 "I have a way to get there quickly. Just give me a frigate."

　　 Dante still disagrees.

　　 "We must trust the other fighting brothers, they can deal with these things."

　　 "No, commander, to be honest, I have doubts about the astral knights."

　　 Dante was stunned for a few seconds, and then asked:

"why?"

"They are abnormal, not in behavior or spirit, but in perception. Their fighter styles are very different. It's like a combination of several different cultures. I have dealt with the death watchers. The two feel very similar to me."

　　 Dante looked at his think tank and sighed slightly.

　　 "They have their own mission and mission, Mephisto, now you don't have to doubt them."

　　 Mephisto stared at his battle captain, then suddenly stood up.

　　 "Then commander of the war, I apply for a trip to the Alliance of Misery in my personal capacity. I want to chat with Malakin of the Weeping One."

　　 "Give me a suitable reason."

　　 Mephisto knew that he wanted to convince his war captain with irrefutable facts. After all, it was always good for everyone to fear him—people would always pay attention to his actions.

　　 Then, the think tank waved his winged pilot: it flew out of the fragrance-rich shadow with its wings, struggling to hold the heavy metal tray in its hand.

　　 Mephisto took the tray and placed it gently under the slowly rotating holographic star map.

As the star chart swirled, the lines and dots twisted by the streamer gleamed on the smooth tray. Dante leaned forward, studying the obscure patterns engraved on the metal, as well as a series of symbols and strewn patterns. His eyes widened in surprise.

　　 "The original divination disc is completely different from when I first gave it to you."

　　 Mephisto was not happy, these characters seemed to gush out from a corner of his mind—and he didn't know that corner.

　　 It took him more than ten years to interpret those words and sentences, to interpret the mysterious connection between a few words and obscure illustrations, and even some parts of it still make him helpless.

Most of the symbols are intricately inscribed, and the remaining fuzzy and rough symbols make him somewhat impressed-he vaguely remembers how he bends the marks made by his fingers, using his cracked nails and **** fingertips as pens Brushing, writing madly, unable to stop.

The corner of the divination disk is carved with a pattern similar to the shining holographic star map in the sky. The gap between the star map coordinates and the intersection is filled with rows of fine traces-that is a piece of poems and verses wrapped in dense and complex network lines. Mathematical equation.

　　 After looking at it for a while, Mephisto stretched his hand to a symbol-a square with nine wings.

　　 "Here is the perfect point of my thoughts. All the research over the years has finally pointed the clues to this time - to this place."

　　 Following the clue, his finger moved away from the symbol and pointed to an article written in an ancient language.

　　 The messy, scribbled text is distorted and ugly. They originate from the madness flowing in the subspace. Mephisto knows that only he can interpret this text.

　　 "Signus."

　　 "Is... Signus One?"

　　 Dante is no stranger to this name. The Holy Blood Angel’s preservation of historical archives is the best among many start-up groups. The ancient and secluded library of Baal Satellite hides many shocking secrets.

　　 Mephisto nodded and turned his gaze to the text again.

　　 "An almost forgotten world, the empire has no information about it, but in fact it has not been completely destroyed, but has been transferred to the ghoul zone by some unknown force."

　　 While talking, he glanced at Dante.

　　 "All dreams and divination results are warning me, warning me not to ignore the undercurrents rolling in here."

　　 "What does it have to do with the crying person?"

　　 Mephisto raised his finger to the other part of the tray, and poked a small engraved pattern with his fingertips-it was a flame painted in a freehand style.

"I spent some time searching around for some clues about the weepers. This battle group was established when the curse was founded, and their first mission after establishment was to ask someone in the Ghoul Zone to be killed. The time occupied by the alien initiates an expedition."

　　 Dante frowned, tapping his fingers lightly on the desktop.

"Go on."

　　 "Since that expedition, there have been some peculiar signs in this battle group. For example, their previous battle group commanders have been called the watcher of the abyss, and blood thirst and black anger have never appeared in the battle group."

　　 "The pharmacist has been in touch with them, and has not found any problems...and has not found anything special."

　　 "Lord, do you remember what happened to Signus One."

Dante nodded. Of course he knew what had happened~www.readwn.com~ At the end of the Great Expedition, San Gilles received a mission from the battle commander Horus: Recapture the Signus star cluster from alien intrusion. And liberate mankind from the oppressors.

However. When they arrived, they found that the entire galaxy had been swallowed by the demon corruption of the Chaos Gods, especially a big Secret Guardian who claimed to be the Twist Keris, who led the holy blood angels to a completely demonized one. World, Signus One.

　　 The whole action is actually Horus trying to eliminate the trap of San Giles. The Blood Angel Legion was caught off guard and suffered severe damage, but in the end it regrouped and defeated the Demon Legion.

But a bigger threat soon appeared. The bloodthirsty demon Kabanha appeared and began to attack the Ninth Legion. Although it was still defeated by the powerful San Giles, the influence of the horrific forces began to affect the Legion. The inside spread, and red thirst kept appearing on every soldier.

　　 At this time, Chaos began to seduce San Gilles, claiming that if he chooses to join Chaos, he will heal the red thirst of the Ninth Army.

　　 The kind-hearted San Giles hesitated. At this moment, the Legion Apothecary Melos jumped into the trap directly instead of the Primarch, and told his father not to give up hope.

　　 Melos' sacrifice awakened San Giles, he never considered any proposal made by the devil, and completely defeated the devil and redeemed the legion.

　　 "...If the weepers fall into desperation in a certain world, and the soldiers begin to produce red thirst and black anger on a large scale, is it consistent with the situation of the Legion at that time?"

　　 Dante looked at Mephisto and stopped tapping the table top.

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