The Emperor’s Angel of Death

　　 "What I want to teach you is not only the technique of controlling power, it is also a philosophy of fighting, a philosophy."

　　 Thor pointed to the line he wrote.

　　 "They are focus, humility, self-control, and finally and most importantly, tolerance."

　　 "Are these qualities necessary for a fighter, instructor?"

　　 Falzad suddenly spoke. Although Almin on the side stabbed him vigorously, he blocked the opponent's hand with his arm.

　　 "Why should we show tolerance to our enemies? Enemies who try to erode the empire are neither worthy of tolerance nor kindness."

　　 Thor smiled at Falzad, he was like an abandoned church, although there is only a sacred cavity, but it still retains a part of the glory of the past.

"You will fight many people in the future, and you will slaughter the entire world under the command of the captain, and you will do these things willingly... Eventually, you may want to kill all living creatures, but you You must also know when to stop."

　　 He seemed to remember something, and sighed slightly.

　　 "But on the other hand, what you said is right, my child, no one who dares to resist the human emperor is worthy of our forgiveness!"

　　 "In that case, why should we show tolerance to our enemies?"

　　 "You are still too young and innocent, you always take things for granted when you think about things. Tolerance is not for our enemies, but for ourselves."

　　 Thor then raised his voice.

"In the past, the art of war taught by your instructors will save your own lives, as well as the lives of thousands of other people, but the skills I will teach you will save your souls...Through the control of the details, the writing of the brush Skills, you will use this to fight against the beasts lurking in your heart."

　　 Some fighters already understood the idea that Thor wanted to convey, and their expressions became solemn instead of the previous confusion.

"You all seem to be warriors, but you are still only children who master the power of the gods inside. Without strong self-control, the gifts the emperor gives you will be useless, because you can't control it! So, these courses It will be as important as the fighting skills you will learn later, and even more important to some extent. Do you understand?"

　　 The recruits nodded and answered him.

"Very good, so now, choose a seat, choose well, because you will sit in the same position for a long time... the first class is always the most difficult. If you fail to pass it, then you I cannot pass any subsequent courses."

　　 The recruits chose their seats at will, and they really have no reason to prefer a particular seat.

　　 Thor waited for them all to sit down, and then said:

　　 "Class starts now."

　　 As he said, he picked up the previous pen.

　　 Time flies quickly, a month has passed in an instant, and the warship is still in the process of navigating in the subspace.

　　 Four weeks after the writing class, the recruits started the combat class.

　　 They are eagerly learning the skills taught by Thor, but most people still prefer to wield the tip of a knife compared to practicing calligraphy, with only one exception.

　　Ustad, the squad leader who has always been unknown, shows that his favorite is the writing course.

　　He has a deep interest in the control of such subtle powers.

　　 His practice was very formal at first, but as his mind gradually mastered new skills, he soon got permission to play freely.

　　 The font of the squad leader became different from other fighters, more independent and unrestrained, just like the waves hidden in his calm heart.

　　 His font has become fluent, eclectic, and even out of the ordinary.

　　 But since the battle course started, he suddenly became very depressed and his strokes were messy.

　　 "Ustad."

　　 Hearing someone calling himself, the team leader raised his head.

　　 He thought so deeply that he didn't even notice that Saul had come to him.

　　 "Why are you sitting motionless?"

　　 "I planned to write the first volume of the Astarte scripture silently, but... I don't know what it is, and I always get upset when I write the tenth word."

　　 Thor picked up Ustad's calligraphy board, and then made a sound of approval.

　　 "Well written, you are very talented, and they will gradually show up with the training you receive."

　　 "Talent?"

　　 Ustad's voice sank.

　　 In fact, even if everyone didn't tell him, he knew very well that he was the worst of the three team captains. He had no extraordinary skills and no outstanding record. Everything just stemmed from his early service.

　　 If there is a better choice, then he will never become the team leader.

　　 This kind of thought has bothered him a long time ago.

　　 He also wanted to show his strengths to others, but found that there seemed to be nothing to show, he was such a person with a weak sense of existence.

　　 is not so gregarious either.

"No, recruit, I see your potential. Your self-control and humility are above everyone. This is a valuable asset. It may not allow you to defeat the enemy on the external battlefield, but it can allow you to The inner struggle has the upper hand."

　　 Thor looked around, and after confirming that no one was paying attention to them, he whispered to Ustad:

　　 "Come with me, right now."

　　 Although a little at a loss, Ustad followed Sol to the upper deck of the church.

　　 After entering the church, he was taken to a compartment. From a wide observation hole, one could see the colorful void outside.

　　Geller's position enveloped the entire battleship like a layer of soap bubbles, separating it from the sinister subspace outside.

　　 Through the pale shield, Ustad looked at the twisted nebula and the wriggling asteroid belt.

　　 Suddenly ~www.NovelMTL.com~ The door behind him opened with a sound.

Ustad’s strengthened eyes immediately adapted to the dark environment in the room. The Holy Fearless Siddian Brother was standing in the middle of the door, the captain Soshyan was standing on his right, and the priest Yazdan Shaheenian was standing there. His left hand side.

　　 These two high-ranking leaders of the battle group, for some reason, put on a silver-gray cloak with a real burning black sun printed on it, which seemed a bit mysterious.

　　 "Ustad, come to me."

　　 There was a sound from the fearless speaker.

　　Ustad immediately walked up to him and knelt down on one knee.

　　 "The Lord."

　　 "Ustad, you need to make an oath. Everything you hear and see today will be an eternal secret until we think we can expose it."

　　 "If you have doubts, leave now."

　　 "I swear, my lord! Everything I have seen and heard will be brought into the grave."

　　 Ustad raised his head, and the priest stepped forward and put his heavy handguard on his head.

　　 "I believe you, get up and follow me."

　　Ustad followed a fearless machine and two warband leaders through the center of the church and came to the cruciform room on the top of the church.

The end points of the four branches of the room were made into the shape of the back of the skull. In the middle of the room was an altar with a face monster emblem with wings, and the dome above it was a hundred meters high.

　　 Other than that, there is nothing in this wide space.

　　 "Ustad, are you better prepared to witness the future of the battle group."

　　 With the voice of Brother Said, a secret emerged from the altar, and the young recruit's body immediately trembled...