The Emperor’s Angel of Death

　　 All the high-level people in the city are waiting.

　　 Finally, when the door on the inner wall began to rise, the first thing that came out was the vibration of the magnetic lock release and the cries of steam.

　　 The Decathlon family is the richest and most powerful landlord family in the city of Surtees. West Decathlon, as the representative and patriarch of the family, stands at the forefront of the team.

　　 But at this moment, he has no honor or glamour, fear haunts him like a ghost.

　　 Suddenly, accompanied by the oncoming air wave, the burst of pressurized steam obscured West's sight. No matter what stood in the darkness, he couldn't see it.

　　 Some kind of tingling premonition came, and he thought he might be dying.

　　 Soon, the vibration of heavy footsteps resounded through the playground, and a shadow appeared deep in the dark doorway.

　　West's expression solidified, and fear stopped his hand holding the cane.

　　 What emerged in the darkness was an existence that ordinary people like him could not imagine.

　　 The giant in huge armor strode towards the crowd like a prehistoric giant.

　　 The steam is surrounding it, and it is also looking at it, the soulless black goggles seem to nail everyone to the rock slab of the retaining wall.

　　 On the chest of the giant's armor, there is a mark looking at the skeleton and metal eagle wings, and on the shoulder armor are two black long swords that cross upwards.

　　 When it came to a distance of fifty meters from the crowd, it stopped shaking.

Later, more huge warriors walked behind him and spread out to a semicircle on both sides. They all wore similar silver-gray battle armor with mottled war marks all over them. Most of them held explosive guns, but had a waist. Only a long sword and a blasting pistol hung.

　　 They are silent without exception.

　　 No one dared to move. Everyone held their breath. It was so quiet that the sound of the silver needle falling.

　　West also stared at each other closely.

　　 He knew that a small mistake he made would cause them to be turned into smudges on the wall by a large number of explosive bombs in an instant.

　　 At this time, no bodyguard or guard can save them. Now those people are even kneeling on the wall and praying facing the angels. This is almost a miracle for them.

　　 After the silence lasted for about a minute, the first giant, the one with the red long sword, took a step forward.

　　 "Salute, residents of the empire."

　　 A dry, deep, harsh sound erupted from the communication grille of the helmet, as if coming from the abyss.

　　 After a while, West realized that the giant was speaking Gothic.

　　 His face was suddenly sweaty, and in order to answer the search, he tried his best to recall the days when he studied at the aristocratic academy in the upper level of Christ's Nest.

"What's your name?"

　　 As soon as West spoke, he immediately wanted to slap himself.

　　 He knew that his vocabulary was ridiculously confused, and that the occasion he said was wrong, he should first salute, then salute, and then pray.

　　 But fortunately, these giants don't care about polite etiquette.

　　 "We are astral knights, loyal servants of the lord of mankind. I came to the world of yours to perform a secret mission. This is our right."

　　West can only understand the prominent part of the giant's words-they serve the Lord of Mankind.

　　 But this didn't alleviate much of his fear. Recently, nothing has been as it seems, not to mention that those idiots just opened fire on them.

　　 "We also received your distress signal,"

　　 When West did not answer, the giant continued.

　　 "You are troubled by a rebellion."

　　 "Honorable angels, when you condescend here, are you here to help us?"

　　 West stumbled and said, and then the giant paused before answering, as if thinking about his words.

　　 "If time permits."

　　 "Bless the emperor! Praise the emperor!"

　　West immediately prayed sincerely, and knelt down on one knee. When others saw it, they imitated, praising the emperor while paying homage to the angels.

　　 "Are there any ancient ruins here?"

　　 Then the giant asked, ignoring his prayers and praise.

"This……"

　　West thought for a while, and then said in a very uncertain tone:

"When I was young, there was a mine outside the city. The main output was some iron. The mine was said to be very old. There are legends that workers once discovered a deep canyon below. There are some man-made objects in the canyon... …But it didn’t take long for me to remember that the mine was completely closed due to a collapse, and it has been more than 30 years since now."

　　 "It is forbidden to spread the news that we have appeared, and lead the way."

　　 Hearing the dull words of the other party, West was stunned for a few seconds, then waved his hand quickly.

"My lord, you may not know that there is a large number of rebels lurking in the forest. They have launched several raids on the city. Although they were repelled by us, they are still lingering around. The situation at night is unknown, so they rushed out of the city. May be ambushed."

　　 "We can wait till dawn."

　　 Seeing Astarte's resolute attitude, West knew that it wouldn't work anymore, so he stood up, bent down and said respectfully:

　　 "On behalf of all the staff of Setis City, I apologize for what happened tonight."

　　 "The following is not an example."

"Yes Yes Yes……"

　　 Sweating profusely, West nodded hurriedly. This level is finally over.

　　 "I almost forgot, my next person, West Decathlon, is the speaker of the Surtis Agricultural and Municipal Joint Council and the current acting mayor. I don't know if the next person is qualified to remember the name of the adult?"

　　 "My name is Soshyan Alexei, the commander of the Astral Knights."

　　West took a deep breath to avoid fainting~www.NovelMTL.com~ A war commander of the Astarte Order, how honorable and honorable it is.

　　He grew up and has seen the most noble character at the level of the planetary governor, but compared with the commander of the Astarte battle group, it is simply bigger than the difference between mud and clouds.

　　 "Honorable battle commander, we have prepared a banquet temporarily. Although it is rude and rude, it also has some local customs. I hope you can—"

　　 West didn't have any confidence when he said this, because the banquet was too temporary and too simple, and even the jugglers were not available.

　　 "No, we just need to be stationed in the church for the time being, you can help yourself, and you will lead the way tomorrow morning."

　　 said, the giants neatly turned to the direction of the church in the city, leaving behind the dazed landlord and gentry.

　　 "My lord! My lord! I, I will make arrangements for you!"

　　West was stunned for a few seconds, then hurried to catch up, and asked the family members to notify the priest of the church, immediately make enough space for the demigods, and drive away irrelevant people.

　　 During this period, because of the rebels outside, many serfs and refugees have also poured into the city. They have no fixed homes and can only temporarily live under the roof of the church.

　　 Perhaps inspired by the demigods, the "action power" of those family guards has also improved a lot.

　　When the Astartes were still on the road, they had already rushed into the church with their rifles and swords, and fiercely dispelled the bewildered and ragged refugees.

　　 For a while, the tranquility of the original church was broken by roars and crying.

　　 While driving away the refugees, the guards threw all the belongings of the refugees out of the church and burned them.

　　The beautiful name is: clean up the dirt for the angel's coming.