Santo Joel hasn't been sleeping for a long time. In the past, he always had too many things to do, and his actions must be constantly monitored and intervened in due time.
Although the Space Marine physique allows him to stay alert at all times and lack of sleep will not have much impact on him, he has been so tired recently that he has been away for a long time and has unknowingly found him again.
Because he was the commander of the battle, Soshyan gave him a separate cabin and even allowed him to bring his own mortal servant.
But at this time he was tossing and turning on the bed, and the bloody dream was tormenting him.
Traitors are walking through the burning world, demons lead the twisted legion on the bloody road, and the screams of billions of human beings are shaking the foundations of the real world.
The Milky Way was constantly waving, and the army rushed out of the cracks in the sky, and the brass bell rang the bell of the doomsday.
Blood red and darkness rolled in front of his eyes.
He was eager to destroy the enemy, spread his wings and swung his attack-
The hustle and bustle of battle, the ridicule of traitors, the burning empire, the unforgivable sins call for revenge in eternal time and space.
The never-ending rage.
But... no, it's not this crazy...
...Swing your arms and swimming in the blood...
……sink……
sink.
sink.
sink--
The roar shook the deck, causing Soshiyan to stop.
He was about to go to find Santo Joel, but heard some movement, so he stood still and listened.
Talos was right next to him, looking a little bored.
"Talos, did you hear it too?"
"I heard..."
Talos seemed hesitant.
"I've heard this sound many times to be honest, you know... San Gilles's descendants have a grudge with me, and I've seen them fall a few times, so I suggest you better throw these time bombs away."
"Well, but I've decided..."
The roar sounded again, clearly audible, and the source was at the end of the passage in front of them.
Soshiyan interrupted his words and shook his head.
"Go and have a look."
Santo Joel was attacked from both sides and back, and a huge face on top of his head was gradually emerging, looking down at himself with a sense of victory.
"Horus!"
Santo Joel gasped, and a huge claw reached down and grabbed him, ready to crush him.
The double anger came together, and he felt the anger at that time. It was the first attack of blood blemishes, and the second anger came from the present and the memories of loss.
He remembered his past and was angry at his own demise.
The two anger fueled each other, aggravated the damage, and dragged him deeper.
It is red and dark, turning into pitch black.
The echoes of one's own past, the echoes of the fallen angel, and the howling of revenge were a hustle and bustle that shattered all the coherent thoughts.
Sink into the darkness and drink blood.
The scarlet thirst is never satisfied, even a sea of blood is far from enough.
A sea of blood...
"grown ups."
A faint voice mixed in the hustle and bustle of hell.
"grown ups!"
Soon, a pair of weak hands were shaking his arms.
Santo Joel suddenly woke up. Under the stimulation of the horrible thing in his dream, his hands suddenly stretched out, curbing the servant's throat, and at the same time, his teeth stretched out, his face was bloodshot, as ferocious as a zombie ghoul.
"Sir, it's me!"
The servant's twisted fingers tried in vain to release his hand.
Joel's fangs stretched out, and the mortal's heart rate rose sharply under his iron fist.
"Sir, please wake up quickly!"
The next moment, the suffocating pressure on the servant's throat disappeared, and Santo Joel's face gradually became clear.
The servant took several steps back. This was not the first time he encountered this situation. If it weren't for this, he wouldn't dare to come in.
Santo Joel rubbed his head and quickly turned over and got out of bed.
"Feel sorry......."
"Sir, the leader of the Knight of the Star Realm is here."
"Where is he?"
“Here.”
As he said, the door was pushed open, Soshiyan walked in, while Talos chose to stay outside the door - he said he didn't like the cursed smell.
Santo Joel did not wear power armor, but was wearing a red robe. He stood up and turned to Soshiyan.
"Hello, Commander of Soshiyang, I hope you didn't scare you."
"Honestly, if you just couldn't control yourself at the last minute, I might have really rushed in and killed you."
Santo Joel grinned.
“It’s not too late.”
Soshiyang shook his head.
"I've talked to Marshal Austin about your disposal."
"Oh? I hope to hear it carefully."
"He has given up his pursuit of you, but...you will be handed over to your mother group, the Holy Blood Angel, and the leader of Dante will finally decide your destiny."
Santo Joel looked at Soshyan and laughed bitterly.
"Ha, what a kind arrangement."
"This is also my bottom line. You have been declared rebellious by the high lords. The Alliance of Suffering will never be able to fight against the Empire. I hope you can understand."
Santo Joel nodded.
"I can understand, and I am very grateful for the last time you retained our... only dignity."
"Be optimistic, things may not be that bad. Commander Dante is a kind and wise elder. He may not necessarily cleanse you."
“There is no difference between imprisonment in the Tower of Angels for life and execution.”
Soshiyang was silent, and he didn't know what to say. After all, something happened to the meat-torner. Dante was under a lot of pressure now, so it would be difficult to cover up the Blood Knights anymore. He sent them to the mother group and it is likely that he would just give them a decent way to exit the game.
Santo Joel sighed, looking very tired, and continued:
"You have been the kindest person to us in these years. Captain Soshiyang, I have no extravagant demands. In this dark galaxy, a decent exit is very precious."
"Sorry... I can't do more."
“But I still have one thing I hope you can agree…
"What?"
Santo Joel hesitated for a moment, then whispered:
"Blood, preferably the blood of living people. Some brothers have not eaten for a long time. If they continue for a long time... they will lose control."
Soshiyan looked at him and nodded.
"I'll arrange it right away."
“One more thing.”
"What?"
"There is an area on the Curse of Blood...a hidden area with several brothers locked in it."
Seeing the other party's hesitation, Soshiyang immediately understood.
"Death Company?"
"We can't call the company any longer. Our company of death was destroyed very early. Now there are only a few brothers who have been deeply entangled in black rage. We are troubled by red thirst all year round, but not many people fall into black rage."
"So what do you want to deal with them."
"I hope you can help me end their pain. They should have shed the last drop of blood for the Emperor on the battlefield, but now it seems that there is no chance."
Soshyan thought for a moment, then his eyes moved slightly and said softly: