The Emperor’s Angel of Death

#2080 - Something big happened!

Who came?

Even Sissina couldn't answer this question herself.

She had been preparing to escape when she heard the conversation outside, but suddenly, a psychic force like a tsunami on a beach broke through her defenses, surging through her, drowning every part of her mind, leaving her gasping for air.

“It—”

As soon as she opened her mouth, all words were blocked in her throat.

It was a blood-red iron hook snagged under her ribs, dragging her soul up and up.

Or it was like a red-hot branding iron searing her body, but instead of burning out a word or symbol, it burned out a vision, an image, an event.

A psychic vortex enveloped her, boiling the air, without direction, but immensely powerful, exploding in mid-air like a shockwave at its highest point, invisible and intangible, yet still terrifying.

At its center was a scream—a sound hiding pain and fear, roaring its terror into the depths of the warp as it was devoured: hungry beasts vying for it, tearing it to pieces before the echo even faded.

“I am Marbas, the Avenger of Caliban, I have returned from the veil of time to reclaim what is mine, brothers, come find me.”

Then the voice disappeared, and Sissina's soul seemed to fall from a great height. Her vision returned, and she saw a group of bizarre figures surrounding her, the most conspicuous being the man in sunglasses, who was now holding a delicate box made of a slightly reddish wood that emitted a faint fragrance.

Sissina blinked, then screamed:

“Give it back!”

But she had no strength at all. The other party ignored her, directly opened the box, revealing a storage orb inside.

As soon as it left the box, the orb emitted a faint green light, gradually filling the room with crisscrossing luminous lines, and then some images appeared.

Chaos Space Marines wearing black armor and cloaks, with obvious mutations, running through the flames, constantly looking back and firing. Their shoulder pads vaguely showed a symbol composed of a sword and wings—

In the flames, many people struggled, arms raised pleadingly, screaming, but they couldn't extinguish the flames on their bodies. Men, women, children, and the elderly, they struggled, writhed, and screamed, like crazily twisting candles—

Another group of warriors in black armor roared in, riding motorcycles with feather-like banners inserted. Leading them was a warrior riding an anti-gravity motorcycle, wielding a long sword, with the same sword and wings symbol on his shoulder pad—

Two groups of warriors with similar symbols, wearing similar armor, chased and slaughtered each other, with constant explosions in between, causing more areas to burn.

Suddenly, a huge thing appeared, seemingly shrouded in black mist, revealing only a bestial lion's head. It seemed to be laughing wildly, while the warriors riding motorcycles kept shooting at it.

The camera shook, and a man who looked to be about thirty years old appeared and made a shushing gesture, a shiny golden rosette on his chest—

Then the shaking intensified, screams began to appear in between, and some vague dialogues could be heard.

“First Legion”

“Sammael”

“Must explain the traitor”

“Go now”

Finally, the picture stayed on a man collapsing wearily, and froze on a bloodstained Inquisitorial rosette.

After watching this, most of the team members looked at each other, confused, but Roquim was covered in cold sweat. As a “high-level” figure in the warband, he knew more than the average captain. He immediately realized that he had gotten into trouble, and big trouble at that, something even Zoshyan might not be able to handle.

He already regretted getting this woman on his ship; now he was the one on the pirate ship.

“Boss, what is all this? Those Space Marines, I think the logo is Dark——”

“Shut up!”

Roquim immediately interrupted Isvin and said sternly:

“Don't think, don't ask. If something really happens, no one can save you. Forget everything you saw today, all of you. If you blabber about it, I won't care if something happens.”

Seeing the other party being so serious and solemn, Isvin immediately shrank his neck and nodded.

“Yes, yes, yes, I understand, boss. I'll keep it to myself.”

Then Roquim waved his hand.

“You all go out first, little brother, you stay.”

Although he didn't know the true origin of Tarsinla, Roquim knew that their “family” had something special about them, especially since the psychic seemed to be out of control just now, and Tarsinla restrained the other party as soon as he came in.

After the others left, Roquim took the box and squatted in front of Sissina.

“Sis, why are you playing so big? You even dare to touch the affairs of the Dark Angels?”

“Give it back!”

“Okay, okay.”

After getting the box, Sissina hugged it tightly. After her emotions calmed down a bit, she looked at Roquim.

“You know the Dark Angels, so it seems you're not an ordinary person either. Which Inquisitor sent you?”

“Me?”

Roquim pointed to his nose, then gave a dry laugh.

“Would you believe me if I said the Emperor himself sent me?”

Sissina looked at him, then at Tarsinla, and after a moment of silence, she suddenly nodded.

“I believe it.”

“Ah? You'd even believe me if I said Gork and Mork sent me?”

“All of this is probably an arrangement of the Throne. Let me formally introduce myself. I am Sissina Xia, a follower of Inquisitor Inar of the Ordo Hereticus, an Eta-level psychic, and a Level 2 Diviner.”

Roquim scratched his head.

“I kind of guessed it.”

“My master was murdered by the Dark Angels for discovering some dark secrets of theirs. The murderer was Sammael, the Ravenwing Captain of the Dark Angels. I am the only one who can avenge him.”

“Uh, how should I put it, things have already come to this, there’s no need to throw yourself in as well. You should hand this matter over to someone else to handle.”

Sissina shook her head.

“No one really wants to avenge Inquisitor Inar. They just want to use this matter to achieve their own goals. Even the Expeditionary Force is protecting the Dark Angels.”

“Then you alone—”

“Mr. Roquim, as long as you can take me away, to Terra, I am willing to do anything!”

“Ah? You want to go to Terra?”

Sissina nodded very firmly.

“As long as these are sent to the headquarters of the Inquisition, then someone will definitely come forward to avenge Inquisitor Inar and let the truth be revealed!”

“No, why are you so obsessed with revenge? He... he's just your employer.”

“No.”

Sissina lowered her head, and tears dripped from her chin.

“He is still my only relative, my brother.”

“Ah, this—”

Roquim took a deep breath and muttered in a low voice:

“The Dark Angels will definitely not give up now. They will definitely want to silence everyone completely. This is really a disaster. I didn't earn any money and got myself into a pile of shit.”

At this time, he already planned to “confess” to Zoshyan if it really didn't work out, at least his life wouldn't be in danger.