Chapter 19 I Am the Emperor's Angel! (Please Read On)

"Hurry, hurry, hurry!"

In the dirty prison filled with the smell of blood, feces and body fluids, the anxious urging voices of his companions came from the side.

Kelly's face was full of nervous sweat.

He was trembling all over, holding a secretly hidden wire in his hand and trying to pry open the cell door.

They have been imprisoned here for more than 20 days.

Basically, every few days, a companion will be captured and never come back. From more than 30 people at the beginning, there are less than 10 people left now. The fear of death is like a dark cloud, hanging over everyone's head.

"Why do we have to suffer such torture."

A woman cried.

"It will be fine."

Kelly comforted, and he vaguely felt that the wire in his hand touched something.

But before he could get excited, the light in front of him suddenly dimmed. A high wall made of flesh and blood blocked their way. The monster had scarlet eyes and dark green all over. The muscles on his body were like the roots of an old tree, and his arms were a whole circle thicker than an adult's thigh.

He just stood there.

He didn't speak, just panting, like an angry beast.

"Damn it!" His eyes fell on Kelly, and he muttered in the dialect of the Low Mesa tribe, "You little mice actually wanted to escape while we were fighting, what a wishful thinking."

Bang!

The sturdy arm reached directly into the cage.

He grabbed Kelly's neck and then pulled hard towards the iron door.

The severe pain penetrated into his heart.

Kelly's face twisted into a ball, and he felt like his jaw was broken. But this instead aroused the ferocity hidden in his heart.

"Damn it!"

Kelly spitted at the mutant jailer, "We are not slaves, free souls cannot be locked up! You damn monster!"

"Since you can't be locked up, then just eat all of you."

The jailer grinned.

He reached out and grabbed Kelly's cheek, and with both arms he was about to pry Kelly's head in half like cracking a coconut.

However, the expected pain did not come.

The ferocious and cruel expression on the mutant's face suddenly solidified, and the hot scarlet blood sprayed on his face.

In his blurred vision, Kelly saw a twisted bloodstain suddenly appear on the monster, extending from the left neck to the right armpit, and then slowly separated under the action of gravity.

Bang!

The broken body fell into the sticky blood.

A blood-stained angel stood on the monster's body, with bloodstains on its perfect and holy face.

"Angel--"

Kelly felt the closed and dark prison in an instant.

Because of the appearance of this girl, it became brighter, and a peaceful and peaceful field slowly expanded outward.

"Angel!"

Kelly heard the voices of his companions.

The voice was very weak at first, with a dreamlike disbelief.

But as the situation was confirmed, people's emotions were ignited, and more and more people began to shout loudly, their faces flushed and breathless because of excessive excitement.

"Angels are coming to save us!" Voices echoed in the dark prison.

In an instant.

It seemed that this place was no longer a deep and dirty prison, but a triumphal square carefully designed by artists, decorated with a noble palace of gold and silver.

Sanguinius actually didn't like being called an angel.

Because this word carries a concept from mythology.

Although she had never met her father, with the help of her powerful psychic talent, Sanguinius could sense the policies and ideas that her father was promoting throughout the galaxy.

She believed in the truth of the empire and didn't want her existence to be deified by people.

But——

If faith is a necessary means to gather strength and bring hope, then she is willing to make a certain degree of sacrifice to play the role of the angel of faith in people's mouths.

Tsk!

Black flames burned on rusty steel.

The iron rod, as thick as a wrist, melted as quickly as a candle, and soon a big hole appeared in people's sight.

"I am the angel of the Emperor, and now, I am here to save you!"

Sanguinius took a deep breath and then spoke loudly.

There was a moment of silence at first, but soon, a tsunami of cheers filled every corner of the dark prison.

...

The Brotherhood of the Giant Skull is just a small mutant organization with little power.

After the fierce exchange of fire lasted for half an hour.

The remaining forces were completely wiped out.

Bandage the wounds of the wounded, deliver food and clean water to the rescued personnel, clear out various resources obtained, arrange personnel to patrol in the desert to guard against possible emergencies, etc.

All the messy things need to be treated and handled carefully.

The shining angel walked among the crowd, personally delivering food and blessings to every soldier.

After finishing the work at hand.

Sanguinius did not rest. She lit a bonfire in the corner of the camp and looked up at the countless colorful stars above her head.

The starry sky was brilliant and glorious, but everywhere she looked, she saw enemies of mankind.

This will always be the case in the past, present and future.

War is the eternal theme of the galaxy.

Rustle!

Soon, footsteps were heard.

Radolon and Kano came together, both with a trace of fatigue that was difficult to conceal.

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"Thank you for your hard work."

Sanguinius handed over the roasted meat, and the two were somewhat flattered to take it.

"What's the situation now?" she asked.

"I counted the gains and losses in this battle." Radolon took a bite of the roasted meat, and was surprised by the crispy outside and tender inside.

If I remember correctly, this should be the first time Sanguinius processed food, but the skills he showed were not much worse than Eugene.

Radolon wanted to praise him.

But he didn't know if this would be an insult to the angel.

Kano didn't think too much and said casually, "It tastes really good. My lord, your talent in cooking is no less than your talent in fighting."

"Really?"

Sanguinius tilted his head and smiled, "If you like, I can help you prepare dinner in the future."

"Let's talk about business first. You've worked hard on these jobs." She cast her eyes on the tribal leader.

"This is what I should do, so it's not hard at all."

The atmosphere was much more relaxed because of the two conversations just now, and there was a hint of smile on Radoron's iron face: "In this battle, a total of 72 enemies were annihilated, three intact vehicles were harvested, a large amount of promethium fuel, and more than 30 live ammunition guns of different calibers."

"But there were also five brothers who sacrificed their lives in this battle. Twelve people were seriously injured..." Radoron's voice was a little lonely.

"I have talked to the pure-blooded people who were rescued."

Kano raised his head and swallowed the last piece of meat in his hand, and licked the grease on his fingers with his tongue, "They all agree with your ideas and are willing to follow you to join this great war."

"We have made a good start."

Sanguinius nodded slightly, without a happy look on his face, but his eyes seemed a little heavy.

She continued, "But we also suffered a lot of losses, some of which were unnecessary. Moreover, as the battle progresses, those mutants will also take targeted measures, and the future war will become more difficult."

"So, don't be complacent about temporary success."

Sanguinius first looked at Kano, and his gentle eyes fell on Radoron again, "We must unite all the forces we can unite, improve our tactics, and set up fair rewards and punishments to strangle the seeds of division before they appear in our team."

Then Sanguinius stood up and stretched out his fist.

Kano and Radoron were stunned at first, and then made the same move.

Under the brilliant night sky of Baal, over the joyful bonfire, the three men's fists collided together, and strength and faith burst out from this powerful collision.