Chapter 1856 (1/2)
The enemy's blood is easy to be washed away, disappeared, and gradually forgotten.
But the blood of brothers can't be erased, and conventional washing can't clean up the filth left by them.
Several star regions away, a fleet is floating in the star river of space. In the weathered steel fortress of the battleship ”pride of the lion”, a tall bald man is watching the light of the stars.
The candle with incense was burning, the light was shaking behind him, and the painted glass cast pictures of the history of the war group on the wall.
Not far away, the sacred skulls are placed on their respective platforms, and the statues on both sides of the corridor stare at everyone in silence.
They are the first World War group. They are the people who look for light when the universe is getting dark. They are the embers left when the dawn is coming.
They are not only angels in the dark, but also angels in pursuit of atonement.
In the universe, look for those who have to atone and repent.
Since the birth of the Empire and the founding of the Legion, the Diablo Angel battle group has been feared by the enemy and revered by the asylum recipients. It has fulfilled their obligations with eternal vigilance and enthusiasm, and is the most loyal servant of the emperor.
But for ten thousand years, the dark angels have buried a sinister secret, which is enough to threaten everything they defend and drag them to the brink of doom.
The outside world thinks that glory flows with the blood in their bodies, but every second of such recognition deepens the guilt in people's hearts.
We have to hurry up.
The secret must be protected by the inner ring, and the brothers of the past must repent for it.
After the death of the last commander of the regiment at 939.m41, Azriel inherited this position. At the same time, he inherited not only the most precious sacred objects of the dark angel, the lion helmet and the mysterious sword, but also the extremely heavy responsibility
from then on, he was honored as the guardian of truth. As the leader of the regiment, he led the battle group to fight one battle after another, and his noble and inviolable behavior , and flawless honor, set an example for all comrades in arms.
Now, with his slender sword in one hand, he stood still and thought about something.
What do you and your brothers face in the Galactic System? Can we find those people?
But all in all, the fallen must return to the light.
”Lord Azrael.”
He was drawn to think by a hoarse call. In the shadow of the solemn corridor behind him, Orpheus, the priest of the battle regiment wearing a skull mask, and seraphis, the commander of the first company, emerged.
The grand master turned around and looked out of the window at his comrades in arms. The golden badge of the great master with wings and sharp sword was inlaid in the center of his forehead. The lion's head on the right shoulder of the power armour seemed to be staring at the crowd.
”Orpheus, seraphis, I'm calling you because it's time to hear from them.”
”Is it about our goal?” Celanese is one of the fighters who has been searching for loyalty.