Long ago, St. Giles understood a truth,

People need an angel.

A holy, heroic, perfect archangel.

This is St. Giles,

He spreads his wings and provides shelter to those who are in desperate need of refuge and brings them spiritual conversion.

He is perfect and powerful.

But is this really the truth about the thing called "St. Giles"?

Beneath the shattered mask, anger wells up.

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[So,]

The angel smiled, his scarlet pupils hidden by his slightly narrowed eyes, and he couldn't see joy or sorrow,

[None of you wish to betray the Empire. 】

He calmly stated the fact, and this time, no one would bother him.

St. Giles breathed calmly, and the archangel was now seated—what he had used as a simple chair was still trying to struggle, and Coz beneath him let out a gurgling cough of blood, as if trying to refute St. Giles' idea.

The angel's wings flicked, giving Koz a rough wing, and after a few sounds of bones breaking, the Lord of the Night fell completely silent.

"Sitting" opposite the archangel was Leon Johnson, the lion leaning against the bulkhead with all his body, and the blood that flowed out of it fixed him "frozen" to the wall.

Even in the midst of rage, the Archangel is well aware of the different bottom lines of each primordial.

But the lion has broken more than thirty bones for the time being.

So, the angel smiled, "Now what's going on?" 】

[A completely destroyed Queen of Glory, two warring legions.] 】

The lion hissed and spat out words, and even though he was dragged away by the "force" of the archangel, he still maintained his pride.

[Coates betrays and tries to kill Fogen.] 】

The truth was told, and in a trance, the lion king felt that he was not facing an angel, but a certain ...... A more terrifying existence.

The smile on the corner of the angel's mouth disappeared.

He grimaced and lowered his eyes.

[So let me see the truth.] 】

Saint Giles said nonchalantly, he reached out and took off his armor with one hand, revealing his hand covered by armor.

Leon's eyes widened suddenly.

The archangel has nails that are no less sharp than Coetze's, but are neater.

St. Giles turned his head sideways, and he seemed to be picking, and finally he chose a piece of Conrad Coetze's neck, a piece that looked relatively intact,

Da Tian wiped the skin casually with his hand,

[Forgive me Coz,]

The archangel said gently,

[This determines whether or not I will kill you next.] 】

Space marines can drink or eat the flesh and blood of their enemies in order to gain information and memories of certain enemies.

Of the several legions, the Ninth Legion was the most addicted to it before the return of St. Giles, an ability that was not just for information, but became a cruel instinct.

On high-intensity battlefields, the Ninth Legion will even cannibalize.

Thus, they were given a feared title –

Ghoul.

It was not until the return of St. Giles to the Legion that the situation of the Ninth Regiment improved, and that history was finally abandoned and hidden in the depths of history.

Conrad seems to be trying to struggle, but after being slapped by the angel wings, it looks like his mandibles are completely shattered, so he can't say anything to resist.

Fingertips pierce the skin and blood flows,

It wasn't the worst yet, the angel thought—because no matter how filthy the traitors were, their blood was still bright red.

After that, the archangel could not say, he had seen with his own eyes what had become of the converted cultists.

St. Giles raised his hand and drank the testimony of the Lord of the Night.

The three of them were still in a hissing capsule, the temperature in the capsule was almost the same as the vacuum outside, but the archangel had no hope of changing the place of judgment.

After experiencing the real rage just now—the real Scarlet Hell, the two undealing Primals agreed that it was really possible for the Angels to throw one of them into a vacuum.

Leon was silent, he looked at St. Giles, the archangel drank the blood too skillfully, even with a slight urgency.

The blood spread, and the archangel calmly closed his eyes, and he lowered his hand casually with some dejection, and the blood dripped from his fingertips.

Inexplicably, Leon Johnson and Conrad Coz both maintained a tacit silence during the time when the archangel closed his eyes.

The archangel's eyelids trembled slightly, and he seemed to be experiencing one nightmare after another, and he involuntarily twitched slightly.

There was silence in the cabin, and the stars peeked through the cracks in the chamber to peek at the three primordials, and the Hengri of Baal cast a clear line of light and darkness in the cabin.

For a moment, the instinct of the king of Caliban told him to draw his sword and prepare for battle, and the enemy was the archangel in front of him.

But in the next moment, that instinct quickly dissipated, disappeared without a trace, and turned into dust.

The archangel who was deeply hallucinated, the corners of his mouth trembled, and then the arc became larger and larger-

【…… The God Emperor is above. 】

Leon's pupils trembled violently, and he, as well as Coz, clearly heard the words that had just come out of St. Giles' mouth.

St. Giles is finally crazy too?!

Leon began to struggle, and the knight of Caliban struggled to his feet again, trying to reach the sword he had fallen to the ground.

An unpierced hand held his outstretched hand steadily.

You can't move forward.

Leon steadied his thoughts, and he turned his head calmly to see the archangel with a straight face and bloody tears from the corners of his eyes.

【…… I'm fine. 】

St. Giles said hoarsely,

But he didn't answer Leon like that when he held the lion king's hand, the hand tightened and tightened—it completely overwhelmed the already broken arm, and the lion's blood spilled from between the archangel's clenched fingers.

The pair of scarlet eyes stared at the dense fog of Caliban, and after reading Coz's memories, the angel seemed to have a brief hatred for the lion king.

After a brief encounter, Leon silently gave up the wrestling, he retreated again, and the archangel let go of his hand in satisfaction, blood dripping from his palm.

[Now come to see you. 】

St. Giles said with a blank face, the vampire began to drink blood, and to the lion's subtle dissatisfaction, the archangel quickly detached himself from the lion's memory.

St. Giles was silent, he stared at the lion in silence, and for a moment, Leon suspected that the sculpture called the Archangel had been shattered.

The archangel sighed deeply.

He buried his flawless face in his hands, which had become dirty from the blood, and rubbed his face to himself.

Then the angel lifted up his face and stared at the lion with a blank face,

[Now,]

[I declare my ruling,]

St. Giles said,

[Gentlemen, the Dark Angel and the Midnight Lord, can all be stationed in Baal, and they can only - must be stationed in Baal, the power of the Empire cannot withstand such internal friction again. 】

What do you mean? 】

The lion stared at the angel, his gaze became playful,

[St. Giles, do you mean - Conrad Coz is not guilty?] 】

The angel paused for a rare moment,

[No,] said St. Giles, "He is guilty." 】

You may have too, lion.

The angel said sullenly in his heart.

But telling him about Fogen's prophecy now may only be in vain.

[Conrad Coz can be locked up, but as long as the Midnight Lords are willing to cooperate, then Baal welcomes them.] 】

[Also,]

The angel's eyes narrowed,

[Leon, I think you should learn a word. 】

[What? 】

[For the sake of the God Emperor.] 】

This is their last medicine.

No, yes!

(End of chapter)