Interstellar Reaper

He has long been forgotten by time, and no one even knows his real name. People have different definitions of him, but they are surprisingly consistent.

They called him with fear—the god of death.

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"You don't have to react so much, do you? Can this pen still be repaired?" Jay looked at the broken pen in two. It was a pity. It was a limited edition antique fountain pen with only one hundred pieces in the whole universe. Made of the strongest and rarest precious metal in the world, this pen alone is worth a small spaceship, and it may not be available for purchase, but Wells destroyed it immediately.

However, why did Wells react so strongly?

Facing Jay's suspicious gaze, Wells put the broken pen in the drawer with a blank expression. Fortunately, although it is an antique pen, the inner structure is still different, otherwise more than one thing would have been destroyed just now. It's a pen and his papers.

"Continue to talk about business."

Seeing that he didn't want to answer at all, Jay shrugged and continued to the topic, "According to the report of the Seventh Galaxy Garrison, the terrorist organization's whereabouts are secretive. They also discovered it by accident. The number of members is still under investigation, but According to the information obtained so far, their number should be around a thousand, and there are signs of continuing to expand outward.”

"What did they do to be defined as terrorists?" Wells is sure that nothing major has happened in all the star fields of the Federation recently. A new terrorist organization was born. It is impossible to be so calm, unless they are secretly planning something " event".

"They actually didn't do anything, at most they gathered together and behaved mysteriously and sneakily."

gather together?Mysterious and sneaky?Wells' face darkened, "I don't think illegal assemblies are under the jurisdiction of the military? They have too much control!" If all terrorist organizations are like this, then they should thank God and celebrate.

"The garrison insists that they are a terrorist organization—although I also think there are some problems with the definition—they think these people are very dangerous," Jay paused, he understood Wells' mood at this time, the first time he heard this At that time, he also felt that the garrison was joking with him, "... more than half of the members in this organization are soldiers, and there are quite a few mech masters among them."

Mecha master?Wells was startled, and immediately said: "This is absolutely impossible!"

Wells himself is a soldier, so he firmly believes that the soldiers of the Federation will not do anything to endanger the Federation.Such people would have been dismissed from the beginning, and it was impossible for them to enter the army.

As for mecha masters, even in a federation with a population of hundreds of millions, the number of mecha masters does not exceed 10.Mecha masters are different from ordinary soldiers. Mecha control has extremely high requirements on the driver. Super high physical fitness, excellent response, and tenacious spirit are indispensable. Mecha is not an easy task, so only those who are physically and mentally above grade A can be selected by the army and become mecha masters who are one in a million.

Now someone actually told him that in an organization of thousands of people, there are ordinary soldiers and quite a few mecha masters?How could he believe it?

Did he hear it wrong, or did he say it wrong?

"I don't want to believe it either." Jay was a little helpless, "But the garrison provided me with a few lists. They are indeed members of the army, and some even have some impressions on you."

"...Who is it?" Wells rubbed his sore temples. Although he wanted to think that the garrison made a mistake, the current head of the garrison is Captain Bart, who is famous for his strictness. He is not People who will spread rumors indiscriminately for merit.

"You may not know the name." Jay took out a document and handed it over as if conjuring, with a solemn expression, "These people have all participated in the counterattack 22 years ago."

22 years ago, the new king of the Caesasia Empire, which had always had a bad relationship with the Federation, succeeded to the throne. He was an overjoyed and arrogant autocratic king who would not listen to anyone's persuasion. Launched an attack, the Federation was caught off guard, and there were some losses at the beginning, but in the end, it was able to win back a city, not only repelling the Caesasian Empire, but also forcing them to cede land and pay compensation. Soon after, the new king was also killed by his younger brother Overthrow, the relationship between the two sides has remained at a stalemate, but it is still peaceful after all.

Wells opened the file, and what caught his eye was a piece of personal information, with photos on it. Those people did participate in the battle that year as Jay said, and they also got along with him for a while.

When the war broke out that year, Wells' father was a border guard. Wells happened to visit his father with the army's material delivery fleet that year. The people in these materials were members of the garrison on the fleet at that time.

Unfortunately, they encountered the battleship of Caesasia. Although the transport ship on the Federation side also sent warships to protect it, the situation was very bad when the other party came prepared. Wells, who was only eight years old at the time, even Before he knew what happened, the transport ship he was on was hit, and because of the strong fluctuation, he slammed his head against the sharp corner of the metal table fixed on the ground. He was on the verge of death for a while, and then...

Thinking of the situation at that time, Wells suddenly raised his head and looked at Jay. There seemed to be a storm brewing in his eyes, "You just asked me if death exists, and why?"

Jay didn't expect that he would ask this suddenly, so he was taken aback and answered: "These people in the information are now serving in various troops, and there are a few in the seventh galaxy, just these few," he pointed out a few people, "After discovering that something was wrong, the garrison sent secret troops to secretly follow up and investigate these people, and found that their usual behavior was very normal, no different from other people, and there was no sign of anything wrong, but these people would appear every month. They chose a day to gather in secret. The place they chose was very secret and not easy to monitor. So far, the garrison has only heard that these people gathered together to worship a god. They heard them call a man wearing a black robe. The statue with the sickle of bones is the god of death, and the way of worship is a living sacrifice."

Wells' eyes lit up when he heard the previous words, but the last words sharpened the light in his eyes, "A living sacrifice? A living person?"

Jay shook his head: "No, it's just some living animals."

The interest in Wells' eyes decreased sharply, "If it's just livestock, it's not illegal, right? Although the federation doesn't promote religious belief, it's not strictly prohibited, right?"

Jay glanced at him, "They seem to be planning to summon the god of death recently. The news shows that the sacrifices needed this time are living people, thirteen. Isn't that illegal?"

This is actually a cult organization, but there is no such organization now, so the garrison is classified as a terrorist organization.

Thirteen people, thirteen lives, just to summon some unwarranted god?Jay snorted softly, snorting.

"Summon the God of Death? Are they crazy?!" His pupils shrank, but the first thing Wells paid attention to was not the sacrifices but the living people. He only heard the sentence to summon the God of Death.

This is very wrong, Jay's observation ability is keen, and he also knows his friends very well, Wells's style has always been calm and composed, and few things can shake him, but now he seems not only shaken, but even It's a gaffe.

"Wells, what are you thinking? Shouldn't you be concerned about those sacrifices? They are planning to arrest people and sacrifice them. This kind of thing must never happen!" Although Jay was a bit foolish, he regarded the soldiers as sacrifices. Honor is very high, and he will never tolerate such scum.

"Since this matter has been reported, the garrison must have taken action a long time ago. Whether I care about it or not, it will not happen. The most important thing now is to find other members, and we must not let them endanger society."

Wells had seen the "Grim Reaper" when he was very young. At that time, he didn't even know what it was until the second time he met. He saw the mysterious creature wearing a black robe with a scythe After taking the life of his relatives, he couldn't even say a word at that time. The black shadow was like a black hole, and the whole body was filled with dark energy. Just getting close, it seemed that even the soul would be sucked away. .

After that time, he consulted a large number of ancient books, but only knew that in the mythology of the distant era, there was a god who held a sickle like it was called the god of death, who would harvest life and bring death, and no one could escape his sickle.

Other than that, there is no more in-depth information. The age is too long. As early as when human beings left the earth, many documents disappeared in a long time and could not be found.

But the only information available was enough for Wells to understand that no matter what it was, it was dangerous and inaccessible.So since then, Wells will never step into the hospital again, which is the place where he is most likely to encounter it.

As for the battlefield, he used to be a mecha master, but now he is a commander, he rarely has the opportunity to look directly at death, whether it is to eliminate the enemy or his own casualties, you have to find a mysterious guy in black robes on the chaotic battlefield, Obviously unlikely.

And now, a group of bastards want to summon that guy, are they impatient?

The more he thought about it, the more angry he got, Wells stood up abruptly and walked out the door.

"Where are you going?"

"The seventh galaxy! During my absence, you are solely responsible for everything."

"Huh?!"