The Emperor’s Angel of Death

　　 "My lord, my lord! This, this does not conform to the laws of the empire!"

　　 West called out loudly, but fear flickered behind his teeth.

　　 "Other institutions of the empire will lead this city through the chaotic days. As for your little gathering--"

　　 Soshyang spit out these words clearly.

　　 "It won't even be recorded in history."

　　 In the next second, ten barrels were aimed at the terrified West. When he pulled out his legs and wanted to run, Soshyang clenched his hands into fists.

　　 For an instant, the explosive gun burst in a perfectly coordinated rhythm,

　　 The strong sonic boom shattered almost all the colored windows, allowing the morning light of dawn to spill into the assembly hall.

　　 "In the name of the human emperor, we declare you a traitor to evil, and the penalty is death."

Before he even had time to scream, West’s flesh and blood exploded on the star warriors closest to him-including Soshyan, and painted blood vessels and intestines on the silver-gray armor, and even the bones were smashed. It fell apart from their helmets and breastplates.

　　 A barely identifiable breastbone was even hit on the ceiling, creating a terrifying brand.

　　Even the white mist produced by the muzzle was dyed bright scarlet, curled and wound in strands, adding some smell of gunpowder to the **** high platform.

　　 "Casefire."

　　 Under Soshyan’s order, the Astartes stopped their executions, but did not put down their weapons.

　　 The sudden uprising of the Astartes really surprised everyone present. These men and women in Chinese clothes convulsed in panic, tears streaming from their eyes.

　　 Soshyan turned to Sol under the steps and found that the opponent had stopped in the middle of the steps.

　　 A hundred local dignitaries in silk robes were staring at them, and fifty guards did the same thing. No one moved, most of them didn't even blink.

　　 Obviously, this is not the show they were looking forward to

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　　 "What do they do?"

　　 Soshyan asked Saul, his voice in the communicator of the helmet like a heavy growl.

　　 "Erase."

　　 A high Gothic vocabulary formed on Thor’s lips.

　　 The Astartes raised their weapons again, which caused the people below to scatter in horror.

　　 "YT-0001, lock up these pests."

　　 Soshyang gave instructions in the communicator, and the others started shooting, sweeping down those who ran the slowest or dared to raise their weapons.

Some insignificant small-caliber bullets hit Soshyan’s armor. He raised the gun indifferently. The crosshairs jumped over the robed figures one by one, and the lengthy white biological data kept flashing. With.

　　 None of this is important, these people are pests.

　　 He then turned off the retina display and shot freely while walking.

　　 Sol on the other side used his sword to divide or behead those who tried to escape to the side door.

　　 During this process, there was no expression on his face, it was indifferent like a sculpture.

　　 The dignitaries of Setis no longer had the grace of the past, but like those serfs who had been ravaged by hunger to the madness, they beat the gates of the parliament hall frantically, squeezing each other and trying to escape.

　　 Their fear formed a kind of discordant noise, mixed with the muffled fist hitting the solid bronze, while choking and screaming, they were crushed by explosive bombs like bulging blood bags.

　　 The door was firmly held on under the impact of the dying nobles. They didn't understand why this door was so tenacious today.

　　 Less than a minute later, all the guns fell silent, and the swords returned to their sheaths.

　　 When Soshyang finally put down his hand, the hinge of the huge bronze door shattered in an instant, and a silver-gray metal structure appeared outside the door.

　　 The once luxurious hall has been turned into a slaughterhouse,

　　 The torn apart corpse waded on the red carpet torn apart, exuding a stench.

The blood of the nobles of a whole city is flowing on the floor. Soshyan is standing in the lake of blood without the soles of his feet, holding his blasting gun, and the red blood spots on his face inadvertently form a terror. Tattoos.

　　 "This is over."

　　 His power armor was also stained red with blood, and he couldn't see where any blood stain ended and the other started.

　　 "We will return to orbit."

　　 Soshyang's voice sounded dullly in the hall.

　　 "Instructor Thor?"

　　At this time, he suddenly found Saul

　　 ignored his words, but scanned the corpses instead.

　　 I followed the other person’s gaze and saw

　　 One of the guards was leaning against the wall, his bursting body scattered all over the red carpet-it was gone below the stomach.

　　 For some reason, he was still alive, staring at the Astartes angrily, his rifle in his trembling hands, aiming at the root of the destruction.

　　 Thor also spotted the slippery fish at the same moment. He swung his sword before the guard shot.

　　 The laser gun split at the moment it fired, and the beam of light buzzed over Soshyan’s right side and made a hole in the gilded wall.

　　 The guard himself was split from the middle of his face by Thor's sword, and he couldn't die anymore.

　　 "Thank you very much."

　　 "I just did what I was supposed to do, and now we—"

　　 Suddenly, there was a noise outside, Soshyang went out and took a look, and found that a landing ship had landed in the center of the city.

　　 Then, a bald man in the uniform of the Ministry of the Interior walked out of the opened cabin door, covering his nose with a handkerchief.

　　 When he saw Astarte who was covered in blood, he was stunned.

　　 Finally, stimulated by the strong smell of blood, the Interior Ministry official bowed his head desperately and vomited.

　　 Soshyang glanced at the opponent, then turned his head, and turned his gaze to the hanging cages erected on the square. Inside were the last survivors of the previous rebels, including the retired lieutenant.

　　 Two hours later——

　　 "...We once made a promise to allow them to lay down their arms and ensure their lives, but these people broke our promise and deceived us."

　　 "That's how it is, that's how it is."

　　 While wiping the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief, the official of the Ministry of Interior used the data board to record the situation described by Soshyan.

　　Through the identity of the other party, Soshyang finally knew that West did not have the authorization of the Ministry of Justice at all, and all he got was an application for tax exemption investigation from the Ministry of Interior.

　　 That guy is really bold enough to want to fool Astarte.

　　 "From this point of view, those guys are indeed damn! Damn!"

　　 The bald man smiled and touched the sweat on his forehead~www.NovelMTL.com~ To be honest, this kind of incident is not something he can handle.

　　 An Astarte group killed an entire city of high-level personnel.

　　 It is very shocking to put this matter there, at least at the level of the planetary governor to be qualified to intervene.

　　 But now Wallistad's situation is very special, it shouldn't attract too much attention, and he can't talk about the situation inside with the battle group leader.

　　The only way is the only answer he gets after reporting to his superiors.

　　 As if nothing happened.

　　 "The matter is over like this, thank the honorable angel for helping to resolve the rebellion here. We and the Legal Department will take care of the rest. Is there anything important here, adults? If you need assistance, I can—"

　　 "No need, this is our team's own mission."

　　 The meaning of the other party's words was obvious enough, Soshyang nodded and turned to leave. He didn't want to stay here anymore.

　　 When he led the soldiers to the gate, he saw that the people in the cage had been put down. They were all tortured into a human form, leaning against the wall like a corpse.

Soshyang saw the lieutenant, one of his eyes was gouged out, and a terrible blood hole was formed in his face. The whole person tilted his head dumbly and leaned against the wall with his mouth slightly open. The coagulated blood can be seen.

　　 His tongue was also cut off.

　　 Soshyang paused for a moment and wanted to step forward, but the other party also noticed him, and his lips squirmed.

　　From the shape of the other person’s lips, he saw two words--

con man.

　　 In the end, Soshyang lowered his head, and walked past the opponent with heavy steps, all the way toward the wilderness outside the city.