The Emperor’s Angel of Death - Chapter 4 Recruit (Part 2)

　　He is an eighteen-year-old assassin, and the sniper rifle is very heavy in his hands.

　　 He observed for a long, long period of time. He has been trained for this. He knows how to slow down his heartbeat, how to control his breathing and the natural vibration of his body, until he is motionless like a sculpture.

　　 hunter.

　　 prey.

　　His mind is getting colder, his attention is absolutely concentrated, and the prayers recited in his heart become the only way to see the world.

　　 hunter.

　　 prey.

　　 No other thoughts, he pulled the trigger, two kilometers away, a life died.

　　 hunter.

　　The hunted.

　　 "The target is destroyed."

　　 He said that to himself.

　　——————

　　 He is a twenty-year-old man sleeping on the same operating table as before.

　　 The chemical substance flowing in his blood vessels made him fall asleep, and he dreamed of that scene again.

　　 The mind hangs in the silence and enters the dream of two worlds.

　　 His brain is asleep in a world, but his thoughts are rolling and reverberating in the constricted memory.

　　 In another world, his eyes were watching the intersection of the corridor, but his thoughts jumped slowly, like the pulse of his blood.

　　 His eyes were open, and his pupils zoomed and trembling as if he saw something moving in front of him, but there was nothing in front of him, only three long and dark corridors.

　　 He has been like this for fifty-six hours, more than half of the time is awake, and the remaining half is half-awake and in the sleep he can control now.

　　 In the real world, needles and medical probes drilled into the flesh and blood behind him, and various liquids were injected directly into his spine.

　　 He coughed. It was his sleeping flesh reacting to the intrusion of foreign objects. The acidic saliva spewed from his mouth hissed on the floor, eroding several deep pits on the tiled floor.

　　 When he woke up, it was a few days later.

　　 He can feel the slots arranged in his spine, and the scars, the metal nodules...

　　 He knows that in a universe where there are only endless wars, only the infinite approaching death can finally be sanctified.

　　The gray-eyed pharmacist was watching him, like an artist looking at his perfect work, and for the first time he smiled from the heart.

　　——————

　　 He is a recruit, looking into his eyes.

　　 He stood naked in a dark room, standing in a row with a dozen other people, and the other newcomers beside him were also naked, and his pale skin was covered with traces of surgery.

　　** is a forgotten concept that does not exist in his mind, and it is just a small part of the tens of thousands of human desires abandoned by his consciousness.

　　 He can't remember the faces of his parents, he only remembers his own name, because the instructors of the legion never changed his name.

　　 He stared at the pair of eyes that are now his own, and the deep, slanted "eyes" looked back at him as well—the eyes were inlaid in the gray-white visor of the helmet.

　　 When he looked at the battle helmet that was as white as a skull, the helmet was also looking at him with sharp reflections.

　　 This is his face now.

　　 Through these eyes, he will witness the entire Milky Way.

　　 Through this helmet, he will roar angrily at the traitors and aliens who dare to despise the emperor.

　　 "You are Soshyan Alexei."

　　 A warband instructor said to him.

　　 "Affiliated to the seventh company."

　　——————

　　He is a champion, born to win.

　　 "Status confirmation——"

　　 Soshyang sends a message to two other people through a communicator.

　　 "Intersection 21 is stable, no movement, just the same as before."

　　 "They are just outside."

　　 Aksai from the same team responded like this, and his voice turned into a low growl in the communication.

　　 "They are coming, didn't the nest where you gave birth to you not taught you to be patient?"

　　 "Oh, it taught, but somehow it didn't teach me to enjoy floating in a vacuum waiting for unknown enemies to appear, and the place where I live is not the nest city."

　　 Soshyang's voice didn't have much extra emotion, but the other party laughed, and the voice echoed in the silence like a rush of dog barking.

　　 "It's not going to end like this—"

　　 Another person in the team heard a cautious tone. His name is Nad, he is from the same planet as Soshyan, and he is also the same group of recruits.

　　 "If we are here, the enemy is also."

　　 "What if this is not something to teach?"

　　 Soshyang said as he changed his body and stared into one of the three passages.

Several cables fell from the tilted inspection box cover, and the pipeline leaked from the protective tube like a severed blood vessel. They were in a dangerous area in a transport ship parked open in the sky, and other investigation teams scattered. In the entire hull, each has a different mission, but no one knows where the other teams are and the details of their missions.

　　 Soshyan, Aksai, and Nade are tasked with monitoring a dead-end tunnel. All of them wear only a space suit and are equipped with a bomb gun and a chain saw sword.

　　 "What do you mean?"

Aksai growled, and Soshyang took a careful breath before answering. This young man can change from being refreshed and generous to furious in a single heartbeat. All the changes to his mind and body have not been polished away. This characteristic made his temper even more obvious.

　　 "What if waiting is the wrong approach? What if there is no danger? The only thing that traps us here is that we think there is a threat."

　　 "No, Soshyan."

　　Nade retorted, before Aksai could speak.

　　 "We have a task, and we have to watch it complete."

　　 "But what is the mission?"

　　 Soshyang is still asking questions. He turned and looked into the second passage. The action brought him down so that he had to rely on the safety rope that connected him to the wall to stabilize his figure.

　　The second channel is empty, just like the first one.

　　 "What if we don't understand it correctly?"

"This……"

　　Nade wanted to talk, but was interrupted by Aksai's insertion.

　　 "What do you mean?"

　　 "I mean maybe there are no enemies here, they may be somewhere else, because we are here to fight hard elsewhere."

　　 "This is due diligence, not fear."

"is it?"

　　 Soshyang questioned him, and he didn't have time to control himself, but he regretted when the words were blurted out.

He noticed that this happened more and more. Emotional and impatience would suddenly appear from nowhere, as if there was another person living in his mind, a cold and anxious guy. He has no clue as to the cause of the matter.

"I'm very sorry……"

"okay."

　　Nade's voice was very peaceful, and he seemed to have no such troubles.

　　 "We are brothers, you don't have to say anything, just don't say that again."

　　 Brother, the word is still unfamiliar to his world, just like the organs added to his body.

　　——————

　　 He is a demigod, completely superman, immortal and immortal.

He looked at the surface of the world through a crimson sight glass, a series of data represented by sharp, clear white runes rolled on his retina, and he watched the lives of his brothers displayed in digital form. , He felt the temperature outside the sealed armor, and he watched the target lock frame flicker with the movement of his eyes.

　　 He felt his hand, the hand that held his missing gun tightly, the tightness that came from trying to follow every target lock.

　　 The residual bomb counter lets him know how many enemies have died today.

　　 The aliens fell dead around him.

　　 Ten, one hundred, one thousand, his brothers smashed a **** road in this garbage dump city.

"Bros!"

　　 When he shouted this word, he fired a explosive bomb into each channel, which was enough to shatter the arm of ordinary people, and the recoil was as light as a feather under his hands.

　　 "I'll be there soon~www.novelbuddy.com~ Aksai is ranting.

　　 "I'm moving towards you!"

　　Nade's voice was filled with electromagnetic explosions.

　　 He fired again, cycling from shot to shot, and he saw the enemies too.

They crawl on the wall like spiders, with linked joint metal limbs instead of arms and legs, their heads are raised on the neck made of steel rings, and the weapon compartment is connected to the scorpion-like device from the back of the spine to be expended, and There are dozens of them.

　　 "I saw you!"

　　 Akesai’s voice came.

　　 "I have some targets that can be shot."

　　 The flash of fire lit up the distant passage, flashing as the shrapnel tore through the air.

Soshyan also fired again, with three shots, four **** of metal and flesh exploded, he glanced over his shoulder, Aksai was ten meters away, stuck between the wall and a group of machines, and he turned towards the alien closest to Soshyan. They opened fire.

"Hey!"

　　 He was in the middle of the battle and was still in the mood to yell through the message.

　　 "At least we found the enemy this time."

　　 Soshyang also laughed.

　　 The roar of missing guns, the roar of the chainsaw sword, and the sound of the fighting noises, the fighting brothers screamed at the enemy through the loudspeaker in the helmet.

　　The sound is always the same.

　　 Missing guns are always roaring, chainsaw swords are always roaring, Astartes are always shouting to vent their anger.

　　 He shouted the words carved in the deepest part of his brain, those words that will soon become the value of life for him.

　　 And now, he and his brothers are shouting together, those words that have not been considered, those words that have not been felt.

　　 For the emperor!