The Emperor’s Angel of Death

　　 The whistle sounded and the two began to race.

　　 Dade has been closely behind Oscar from the beginning, with the same pace set by the latter.

　　 Although his limbs are extremely exhausted and his body is almost exhausted, he knows one thing that his competition with his brother will continue, even if he is exhausted, he will not give up the chance to win the Oscar.

　　 In the first lap of the training ground, neither of them encountered any trouble. Although they were on the verge of exhaustion before, they could still bear one or two laps.

　　 But after the fourth lap, both children felt tired and their breathing became heavy.

　　 Suddenly, there was a commotion in the training ground. Oscar in the running caught a glimpse of an Astarte appearing on the high platform of the training ground. He seemed to be attracted by their competition.

　　 Noting the iron halo behind the opponent's head, Oscar realized who had appeared.

　　 The current commander of the Astral Knights, and the pride of the Soms Academy, Lord Soshyan Alix.

　　 This discovery made him feel excited.

"Tired!"

　　 Suddenly, Dade gasped and asked.

　　 "Not tired at all!"

　　 Oscar panted and answered, and started running the fifth lap.

　　 He tried to control his breath, ignoring the burning sensation in his chest, and concentrated on keeping the rhythm.

　　 He has only one thought left now, he cannot be left behind, nor can he succumb to painful pressure!

　　 Pain is an illusion on the senses, and despair is an illusion on the mind.

　　 Both of these are obstacles to success.

　　 These words flashed in his mind, and Oscar began to draw the last reserve of strength.

　　 Soon, he felt the magical lightness of his body, and his limbs were full of power from nowhere.

　　 By the seventh lap, Oscar was already far ahead of his brother. The new power made him speed up and broke the previous deadlock. The heavy breathing behind Dade made him more refreshed.

　　 The gap between the two is getting bigger and bigger.

　　 The eighth lap, and the ninth lap was over in no time. Oscar gradually felt the joy of victory. This feeling of victory made him very happy.

　　 It seemed that his brother's idea of ​​defeating him would be frustrated.

　　 When Oscar ran the last lap, Dade was still running the eighth lap.

When he passed by his brother, he could actually slap his brother on the back to hit the other's confidence, but he didn't put it into practice. He just squeezed out his last strength and rushed forward to stretch the distance between the two. Big.

　　 "Oh bad--"

　　 Dade watched his brother rushing to the finish line in a panic.

　　 Oscar turned his head, and almost wanted to laugh out loud when he saw the unbelievable appearance of his brother.

　　 In the next second, his foot crossed the white line on the ground.

　　 "Ha—ha—"

　　 After reaching the end, he immediately sat down on the ground, breathing air greedily, rubbing his thighs desperately.

　　 When he saw Dade staggering across the finish line, he shouted:

　　 "It's over, brother! Rest!"

　　 But the other party shook his head and continued to run hard.

　　 Oscar admires his unwavering determination from beginning to end on the one hand, but on the other hand he is a little disappointed in his proud stupidity.

　　 Even though I lost a little strength all over the body, Oscar forced himself to do a few relaxing stretches so that the muscles would not spasm due to fatigue.

　　 After all, who knows when Astarte will test them.

　　 As soon as Oscar finished the first set of moves, he saw Dade staggering over and then collapsed beside him.

　　 His younger brother's chest kept rising and falling, and the sweat on his body came out like a flood that opened the gate.

　　 "Your breathing rhythm is not good."

　　 Oscar said, with a little blame in his voice.

　　 Dade shook his head, unable to answer for a while.

　　 Then Oscar stretched out his hand.

　　 "Come on, you need to relax your body."

　　 Dade beckoned, indicating that he could not move at all, and then closed his eyes and panted.

　　 Oscar could only kneel on the ground and began to massage his brother's legs.

　　 His fingers pressed the muscles hard, as if kneading dough.

　　 "It hurts, it hurts!"

　　 Dade yelled.

　　 "If it's not like this, it will hurt even more,"

　　 Oscar continued to move, but Dade could only endure with gritted teeth.

　　 After a while, his breathing gradually became smooth, and his body began to relax from a tense state. Oscar's technique was indeed sophisticated.

　　 Finally, Dade was able to sit up by himself, he began to soothe his limbs, and Oscar massaged his neck and shoulders.

　　 At this time, Oscar noticed the expression of self-esteem on his brother's face, but he didn't say much, but he regretted that he had stimulated his brother too much in the previous test.

　　 But they are already men, not children anymore, in order for them to become Astarte and angels, so Dade must know how to face setbacks.

　　 Both of them know each other and have faced this situation in the past. The embarrassment will not last long.

　　 Suddenly, Oscar heard heavy footsteps sounding behind his back, he turned his head abruptly, and saw an Astarte wearing a gorgeous armor walking towards him.

　　 "Child, you run fast."

　　 the stalwart soldier asked:

"What's your name."

　　 "Oscar Herman, my lord."

　　 "Stand up for me when answering your questions!"

　　 Behind Astart ~www.NovelMTL.com~ the headmaster of the academy roared.

　　Dad and Oscar got up immediately and looked at the Astarte.

　　 His face was weather-beaten, but his eyes looked very young. The ornaments on his armor didn't recognize Oscar. He only felt that it was like a thunderstorm that was brewing.

　　The warrior without a helmet has an iron halo behind his head and an impressive scarlet sword on his waist.

　　 "How did you win?"

　　 While Oscar was watching Astart, Astart was also watching him.

　　 "I...I just run faster."

"Is it."

　　 Ashtar nodded.

　　 "But where does this power come from?"

　　 "I don't know, I just tap my deeper potential, I..."

"Perhaps."

　　 The angel smiled noncommittal.

　　 "But I think your strength should come from your desire to win and lose, and your desire for victory."

　　 Dade took a breath, quite unwilling.

　　 "Do you know who I am."

　　 Oscar glanced at his younger brother, he wanted to see if the other party wanted to answer first, and the other party, under his gaze, said loudly:

　　 "Of course you know! You are the commander of the noble Astral Knights, the pride of the Soms Academy of Nobles, the genius of Nathan's fourth in a thousand years, Lord Soshyan Ariksha!"

　　 Soshyang smiled and shook his head.

　　 "I don't have that many titles. More than 30 years ago, I was training here just like you guys."

　　 said, he gently put his hand on the shoulders of the two teenagers.

　　 "In the primary election a week later, I look forward to your performance."