After leaving the armory, Soshyan passed through a wide passage and reached the area behind the battleship.
After leaving the passage, a lobby with a black stone dome appeared in the front. At the other end of the lobby was a series of huge windows.
There was nothing in the middle of the window. Soshyang saw the orange-yellow trail outside gradually melted into the gorgeous torrent, and the vortex in the distance was also dyed with a touch of pink—all colors in the subspace It cannot be directly defined in language.
The edges of the windows in the lobby were stained with colors, and images of interstellar warriors were painted, and the emperor was everywhere.
He looked down in the alcove, supported by carefully arranged stone pillars, and pointed his sword at the sky.
This is the church on the Wildfire, and it is also a temporary monastery for the Star Warriors.
There can be no weapons on the warships of the empire, but there must be churches. That is the best way to maintain the loyalty and morale of the sailors during the long voyage. It is also another guarantee for subspace navigation. The emperor's eyes will watch these voyages. Ship in the dangerous sea.
Most of the works on the dome of depict star warriors fighting, repairing, learning skills and sacrifices.
The emperor who occupies a prominent position has an indescribable sadness on the face, which hits Soshyang's soul directly.
He was looking down, his left hand stretched forward, blessing his children.
Soshyang moved on. It was empty and there were no servants or servants, because the monastery was the spiritual home of the star warriors, and it was also their most private place. Mortals would never get involved.
Then, a black steel door was opened, and Soshyan entered a small church-there are many such small churches in the monastery, where the interstellar warriors who are confused in their hearts will confess with the priest.
A solitary beam of light penetrated the thick wall and hit the center of the chapel. On the other side, thirty yards away, was a rose red window.
The walls here are carved from black stones, inlaid with many rare minerals, and gold and silver are all adorned with it.
Soshyan stopped in the center of the light, knelt on one knee, looking up at the golden sky eagle emblem.
Under the eagle emblem, there are six flags, one of which is the regimental flag, and the other four are the company, three, four and seven company flags. These are all recovered from the wreckage of the world engine. , And nothing is complete.
Soshyang didn't say a word, but just watched quietly.
Until half an hour later, a slight footstep interrupted him.
"I'm here to meditate."
Soshyang didn't look back, he knew who was here.
"With all due respect, you have spent enough time on this, as mortals often say, the past is over."
Wearing a skull helmet on his head, Yazdan Shaheenian, whose power armor has been dyed black, appeared behind Soshyan.
"Now you are our battle group commander, you must hold yourself accountable."
Soshyan stood up and turned to look at Yazdan Shaheenian, the priest of the warband.
His power armor has been completely dyed black, every inch, and there are dense prayers carved from the boots to the neck.
held a priest's scepter in his right metal glove. The top of the stick was a golden imperial eagle emblem, and his unactivated position shone in the glimmer.
"Luosha told me just now that Ma\'Kande 2 is approaching."
Yazdan continued:
"Are you ready, commander of the battle group."
As the pastor of the battle group, although Yazdan is under Soshyan's jurisdiction in principle, it is actually separated from the simple relationship between superiors and subordinates.
Because he is responsible for the soul and thoughts of the entire battle group, it naturally also includes Soshyan's.
"I'm ready."
Soshyan replied forcefully, looking at Yazdan with a serious look.
"The battle group needs leadership now, a strong leader, Soshyan, you can't get lost at this time."
"I will always keep a clear head"
"This mission is very important."
Yazdan's whispers echoed in the secret room of the monastery.
"Our battle group is now like a person who has not healed from a serious illness. The body has completely dried up, and cannot accept the smallest failure. We must grasp every nutrient."
"I will take back all those supplies for the battle group."
"This will be your first real test as a battle team leader."
"Then I welcome it, the pastor."
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Casting World Horse\'Kande No. 2, Terra Standard Time 0200
"These documents include a review of the agenda."
General Sola, the head of the Orbital Defense Station, rubbed his chubby hand, then turned his head and said:
"Are there any questions? Priest Loken."
These words pulled him out of the boring air that had occupied his mind for the past two hours. The mechanical priest in a red robe shook his head that hadn't installed too many mechanical plug-ins.
The strategy room is quiet, and the image screen behind the stationmaster is shining, and the light is still dim.
The click of the copy machine in the corner immediately stopped, because its automatic quill completed the recording a few minutes ago, and other defense officers were staring at him.
"No problem, sir."
Loken spread out his hand and said dryly:
"A comprehensive and sophisticated review, just like before, you are almost as rigorous as the Thinker Calculator."
"Really?"
A young officer wearing a military cap diagonally asked suddenly, the man's ruthless eyes were as powerful as the bludgeoning Loken likes to impose on the servant.
"We are relieved to have your approval. The next time I share the holographic briefing with Priest Farah, I will tell him your important points."
The other thirteen local defense officers did not respond, but Loken could feel their ecstasy.
He was irritated. Most of his body is still weak organic matter, so it is normal that he can't control his emotions.
Loken suppressed his anger and turned it into a respectful nod.
He was originally the archbishop's favorite apprentice, but after his mentor died in an "accident", he was taken for granted and was driven from the promising ordnance factory to the defensive track, just like abandoned. Same as defective products.
Those who are hostile to him are all waiting for his only metal prosthetic limbs to rust in the dust, and even the defense forces that he didn't look at in the past are starting to wink at him.
"So."
The webmaster looked at Loken with a very kind smile and said:
"Priest Loken, can you please clarify the last point I mentioned?"
"The last point, sir?"
Loken tilted his head and pretended not to understand. He had been listening to binary music in the built-in headphones before.
"Yes, I said it in less than a minute."
Loken said nothing, the silence in the room stretched to an unnatural length.
In the end, the knocked hatch broke. Loken really wanted to keep the person who opened the door and give him a hard kiss, then put holy oil on him, and then made an exception to chant a hymn to him.
"Who!"
The stationmaster's kind mask was immediately torn apart, and he roared loudly, but his gaze never left Loken.
The knock on the door sounded again, and the stationmaster frowned and flicked his sensor stick to open the lock.
The hatch slid open, and a young man in the uniform of the ornithology department walked in quickly.
"what's up?"
The webmaster scolded The man quickly saluted.
"Captain's emergency briefing, sir! The sensor just sounded, and the outpost ornithology at the edge of the galaxy track monitoring station detected an independent ship breaking into the real universe from subspace!"
"Identity?"
"We are still verifying, sir, but preliminary scans of the keel mark and identification code show it... it may be the New Faloth."
"New Faloth?"
The webmaster frowned.
"Didn't it set sail to the extreme star field a week ago?"
Although the Kande-2 planet has been in decline for a long time, it is still a forged world. The Terra High Lord Council will still issue production targets to provide light weapons to a part of the fortress world and the astral army.
Moreover, the Ma\'Kande II is also one of the few foundries in the world that can produce Macado heavy tanks. Although this is relatively outdated in tanks, there are still some Astral Army equipment.
"Yes, sir, that's what the captain said. We have tried to signal it, but no response has been received... The communication may have been blocked by the asteroid belt, but they definitely received our message."
"How far is she?"
"Just entered the stellar belt, sir. Once passed, it is only three hours away from the anchorage."
"Gentlemen, it seems we have a situation."
The stationmaster said to the assembled officers:
"The defense system immediately enters a combat readiness state."