The air was so thin that his lungs twitched from time to time. Soshyang sat on the chair, occasionally sweeping the surrounding light.
There are a total of twenty boys and more than one hundred empty seats in the transport plane.
Maybe it's never been full here.
Soms' special college enrolls more than 5,000 boys from all walks of life each year. A considerable number of them will not survive graduation. Most of them are children of prominent families in the middle and upper nests. But in that place, their The identity is useless, just a recruit who has been arbitrarily ravaged by the instructors.
In the academy, apart from studying cultural courses, they also have to exercise extremely hard, even extinct physical training or destruction.
In the years of study, everyone has been pushed to the limit of their ability.
But on the other hand, most of them have a bright future. Commanders in the Astral Army, high-ranking civil officials, diplomats or priests, a small number of them will become engineers, governors, judges, and even law enforcement officers. , And even set foot on the sacred soil of Terra to become a more glorious and more identity person.
But this is not the ultimate goal of the academy.
Among so many graduates each year, the most, and only the "most", only twenty people can join the Astral Knights.
This planet was not originally a glorious conscription world, but more than two hundred years ago, a certain war captain established a conscription point on this planet and began to recruit recruits from the Noble Academy that they thought were good enough.
In the night's whispers, Soshyan had accidentally heard that in the ancient past, the selection criteria had never been so strict.
But after the Horus Rebellion, many things have changed.
It was a rebellion that once tore through the entire empire. Horus, the cursed emperor's beloved son, raised the flag of rebellion to his father, and nearly half of the interstellar warriors were involved in the rebellion.
It was also a war that their little brains could not imagine. The emperor's beloved sons fell in it, and even the emperor himself was seriously injured in the final battle, and had to enter the throne in the depths of the Terra Palace to save his life. After that, the power of the human empire fell into the Council of High Lord Terra.
The era of mortals has arrived.
But this does not mean that those powerful warriors have disappeared from the long river of history. They are still the emperor's most loyal and sharpest blade. No matter how critical the battlefield, as long as they appear, then they will be able to turn the crisis into peace.
They are the emperor's death angels, the extinction messengers of aliens and heretics, and the most elite armed forces of mankind. Each is an immortal superman.
If this is true, the fact that Soshyan Arikshe was selected is even more incredible.
He still couldn't believe all this, he felt unbelievable when his name was named, he was still in a dream when he delivered his speech, and also when everyone paid tribute to them, the lucky few.
Even when he was taken on a transport plane with a battle group logo, it was still dreamlike.
Because from childhood, Soshyang has been desperately eager to be an interstellar warrior.
Although Soshyan's family is not prominent in the local area, it has a very ancient history. Its pedigree can even be traced back to the era of the Great Expedition. Although there were many tribulations, the family survived tenaciously and continued. to date.
Although the ancestors of the Alexei family have never held any important positions, the local nobles still respect this ancient bloodline, and can always keep the people of this family in the upper middle class of the nest.
However, in the Soshyan generation, their ancient family seems to have come to an end, and the young heirs are only him and one of his cousins.
Therefore, although being a star warrior is a very honorable thing for a family, for the poor Alexei family, it may mean the severance of blood that has lasted for tens of thousands of years-Soshyan's cousin body. It has always been bad, and people often wonder if they can live to adulthood.
For many years, Soshyan's father told him countless times about his responsibility to continue the family bloodline, but he just listened silently, and then worked harder to study and exercise.
His mother also begged him to cry in the middle of the night, hoping that Soshyan could think about his offspring that he might never have, the only hope of this ancient family.
Even though he was still young, his answer was so.
"Everyone is afraid of the darkness, who will stop the darkness?"
People say that he is a child who is too precocious. Some people say that he is too strange. There are even rumors that Soshyang might have heard the emperor's holy words or some kind of call in the church, but such rumors were quickly adopted by the local state religion. It's strangled.
But one thing everyone recognizes is that Soshyan is not an ordinary child, he has some extraordinary qualities that come with God.
This trait brought him praise and slander.
And he never explained to others.
Because of him, he only wanted to be an Astarte monk.
But only Soshyang himself knew that he was not really hard-hearted, because he cried when his parents finally sent him off.
He has become their pride and has lived up to their expectations. As a son, he will never be able to fulfill his duties. As a descendant of a family, he will never be able to fulfill his family responsibilities, and the ancient blood may be cut off.
Several years later, he would often think that this is probably the most important reason why some of his human emotions can survive.
But the emotion of a mortal is a part that must be discarded first to become Astarte.
Soshyang thought of this and sighed secretly. Although in principle he shouldn't regret it, but he never deceives himself.
At this moment, he felt a little regret.
While the other boys are sitting on their cushion chairs, they are firmly by the seat belts, and each one does not look sideways, as rigid as an ancient statue.
They are trying to grow up and become the soldiers they expect.
Soshyang sits in the front row closest to the door, which means that he is very capable in the eyes of others.
He knew that his talents surpassed most candidates. He also understood how jealousy would take root in people's hearts. He encountered conflicts caused by jealousy more than once in the academy.
So Soshyang has always known how to be cautious in his words and deeds, so as to avoid his every move from appearing proud or proud in the eyes of others.
Suddenly, the transport plane began to shake, which also means that they are breaking away from the restraint of the atmosphere.
Soshyang condensed his mood, suppressing his emotions.
Soon, the shock disappeared, the ready indicator in the cabin turned red, and the boys looked at each other in confusion.
"Are you there? This is too fast."
A small voice whispered.
With a slow hissing sound, the hatch ramp opened, revealing the spaceport and the planetary orbital station that Soshyan would never see again in this life.
appeared at the same time, and there were three figures outside the hatch.
They are all as tall as giants, and when they enter the cabin, every step arouses heavy echoes.
Soshyang blinked his eyes sore because of the change in air pressure. He was able to confirm that these were the interstellar warriors, the guardians of mankind, and the emperor's angels of death.
They are more than two meters tall in thick power armor, and each fist is bigger than the upper body of the boys.
The indicator light dyed the cold plastic steel under the white robe red. Instead of wearing a helmet, they patrolled the boy with indifferent eyes.
The slightly trembling children blinked nervously at these giants, and their pretending calm disguise was immediately broken.
Soshyang recognized their silver-gray power armor with blue blocks, and the badge on the shoulder armor with the swords crossed upwards. On the chest, a long ribbon came from their left shoulder in front of the golden eagle emblem. The cuffs are pulsating, and the helmet hanging from the waist has a special spear-shaped pattern. This is the honor guard of the Astral Knights.
All the details were quickly captured by him and engraved in his mind. This is the power he is most proud of.
One of the star warriors glanced at the data board in his left hand.
"Soshyan Alexei?"
Nineteen boys looked at him at the same time. Soshyang didn't say aloud to confirm his identity to them, but the star warrior still raised his arm and pointed at him.
"You, follow us."
The interstellar warrior who spoke had a blunt face and dark blue eyes, two service nails on his forehead, and an obvious scar on the corner of his mouth.
It took Soshyang a long time to find out that he was the company commander of the seventh company—that is, the company commander of his future company—Everidge.
"what?"
Soshyang has a bad feeling, but he still pretends to be calm.
"You follow us, now."
The star warrior walked to Soshyan with a sullen face, tore his seat belt and pulled him halfway from the seat. For the first time, he experienced the great power of the star warrior, which made him no possibility of resistance. .
And for the current situation, resistance is also very dangerous.
"But we are going to Obsidian Fortress! Please tell me the reason for this!"
After a while, Soshyang finally did not maintain his adult posture and still insisted on his stubborn tone, but they did not give him a chance.
"obey orders."
Before finishing speaking, the cold metal plunged into Soshyang's neck.
Feeling the chill from his skin, Soshyang didn't take any more action, and his consciousness shattered along with his hope and fell into the abyss of darkness...
"Well..."
After an unknown period of time, with the shaking of his body, Soshyang's consciousness briefly recovered for a while.
But he felt very cold, very cold, as if in an ice cellar.
At the same time, his temples were still throbbing. Although it is unknown what that means, he at least knows that he is still alive.
Suddenly, a voice came from his ears.
"This is a good seed. His evaluation level far exceeds the qualified parameter line. The group leader will want this."
This is a high-pitched voice with a little nasal sound.
"That will have to wait for him to accept the gray marrow to know."
The other voice is plain and indifferent, accompanied by the sound of a lot of metal crashing on a metal plate.
"Do you think he can hold on?"
The nasal voice opened up again.
"I didn't know until I tried."
And the second voice seemed a little impatient.
"This sample is highly adaptable. Compared with the first dozen or so, his success rate is the highest. If he still fails, we might just..."
Gradually, these sounds became fuzzy, like the sound of drums on the horizon, as far as they were near.
A kind of warm liquid is slowly being injected into his body, also shattering his slightly revived consciousness again, and he has fallen into endless dreams.
In the future, it becomes an unpredictable mist, which wraps him tightly...