Chapter 2

The air was so thin that his lungs twitched from time to time. Soshyang sat in his chair, and the remaining light occasionally swept around.

There are twenty boys and more than 100 empty seats in the transport plane.

Maybe it's never full.

Somus's special college recruits more than 5000 boys from all walks of life every year, and a considerable number of them will not survive graduation. Most of them are children of prominent families in the middle and upper nests. However, in that place, their identity is useless, just the eggs of recruits arbitrarily trampled in the hands of instructors.

In the college, in addition to learning cultural courses, they also have extremely difficult and even inhuman physical exercise or destruction.

In several years of study, everyone was forced to the limit of their ability.

But on the other hand, most of them have a bright future. A few of the commanders, senior civil officials, diplomats or priests in the Star Army will become engineers, governors, judges and even law enforcers, and even step on the sacred soil of Tara to become more glorious and more dignified people.

But this is not the ultimate goal of the college.

Among so many graduates every year, the most is only "the most". Only 20 people can join the star knights.

This planet was not originally a glorious recruitment world, but more than 200 years ago, a war leader established a recruitment point on this planet and began to recruit enough excellent recruits from noble colleges.

In a whisper at night, soshyan overheard that the selection criteria had never been so strict in the ancient past.

But after the Horus rebellion, many things changed.

It was a rebellion that once tore apart the whole empire. Horus, the beloved son of the cursed emperor, raised the Rebel Flag to his father, and was involved in the rebellion together with nearly half of the star soldiers.

It was also a war that their young brain could not imagine. The emperor's beloved sons fell into it. Even the Emperor himself was seriously injured in the final decisive battle and had to enter the throne deep in the Tara palace to save his life. Then the power of the human empire fell into the Tara High Lord Council.

The age of mortals has come.

But this does not mean that those powerful soldiers have disappeared from the long river of history. They are still the emperor's most loyal love and the sharpest blade. No matter how critical the battlefield is, as long as they appear, they will be able to turn the crisis into safety.

They are the emperor's death angels, the extermination messengers of aliens and heresy, and the most elite armed forces of mankind. Each is an immortal Superman.

If this is true, the fact that sohyan Alexei was chosen is even more incredible.

He still couldn't believe all this. He couldn't believe that his name was called. When he delivered his speech, it was like a dream, and when everyone paid tribute to their lucky few.

Even when he was carried on a transport plane with a regiment logo, it was still like a dream.

Since childhood, soshyan has been eager to become a star warrior.

Although soshyang'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 are many hardships during this period, this family still survives tenaciously and continues to this day.

Although the ancestors of Alexei family have never held any important positions, the local nobles still respect this ancient blood and can always keep the people of this family in the upper middle class of the nest.

However, in soshyan's generation, their ancient family seems to have come to an end, and only he and his cousin are left as young heirs.

Therefore, although becoming a Star Warrior is a great honor for a family, for the poor Alexei family, it may mean the disconnection of blood for thousands of years - soshyan's cousin has always been in poor health and often makes people doubt whether he can live to adulthood.

In many years, soshyan's father told him countless times about the important task of continuing his family blood, and he just listened silently, and then worked harder to study and exercise.

His mother also begged him to cry late at night, hoping that soshyan could think about his offspring that he might never have, the only hope of this ancient family.

Although he was still young, his answer was like this.

"Everyone is afraid of darkness. Who will stop it?"

People say he is too precocious. Some people say he is too strange. There is even a rumor that soshyan may have heard the emperor's holy word or some kind of call in the church, but such rumors were soon strangled by the local religion.

However, it is generally acknowledged that soshyan is not an ordinary child. He has some extraordinary characteristics inherent in God.

This trait brought him praise and slander.

And he never explained to anyone.

Because of him, he only wants to be an astat friar.

But only soshyan himself knew that he was not really hard hearted, because he cried when his parents finally saw him off.

He became their pride and failed to live up to their expectations. As a son, he will never be able to perform his duties. As a descendant of a family, he will never be able to perform his family responsibilities. The ancient blood is likely to be cut off.

Several years later, he often thought that this was probably the most important reason why some of his human feelings could remain.

But mortal emotion is the first part that astat must abandon.

Soshyan thought of this and sighed secretly. Although he should not regret in principle, he would never deceive himself and others.

At this moment, he had a little regret.

The other boys sat in their cushioned chairs, firmly tied by seat belts, and each looked straight, as hard as an ancient statue.

They are trying to grow up and become the soldiers they expect.

Soshyan sits in the front row near the gate, which means he is very capable in the eyes of others.

He knew that he had more talent than most candidates. He also knew how jealousy would take root in people's hearts. He encountered conflicts caused by jealousy more than once in the college.

So soshyan always knew how to speak and act carefully to avoid his every move appearing proud or proud in the eyes of others.

Suddenly, the transport plane began to shake, which also meant that they were getting rid of the constraints of the atmosphere.

Soshyan collected his mood and restrained his emotions.

Soon, the vibration disappeared, the ready indicator in the cabin turned red, and the boys looked at each other in confusion.

"Are you there? It's too fast."

A small voice whispered.

With a slow hiss, the hatch ramp opened, revealing the spaceport and the planetary orbital station that soshyan thought he would never see again in this life.

At the same time, there are three figures outside the cabin door.

They were as tall as giants. When they entered the cabin, every step stirred up a heavy echo.

Soshyang blinked and his eyes swelled with the change of air pressure. He could confirm that these were the star soldiers, the guardians of mankind and the emperor's Death Angels.

Wearing thick power armor, they are more than two meters tall, and each fist is bigger than the boys' upper body.

The indicator light dyed the cold plastic steel under the white robe red. Instead of wearing helmets, they balked among the boys with indifferent eyes.

The trembling children blinked nervously at the giants, and their disguise of composure was immediately broken.

Soshyan recognized their silver gray power armor with blue blocks, and the badge with two swords crossing upward on the shoulder armor. In front of the Golden Eagle badge on the chest, a long medal band jumped from their left shoulder to the cuff, and there was a special spear pattern on the helmet hanging at the waist, which was the honor guard of the star Knight battle regiment.

All the details were quickly captured and engraved in his mind, which was his most proud strength.

One of the starfighters glanced at the data board on his left hand.

"Sohyan Alexei?"

Nineteen boys looked at him at the same time. Soshyan didn't make a sound to confirm his identity to them, but the Star Warrior still raised his arm and pointed at him.

"You, come with us."

The star warrior who spoke had a stiff face and dark blue eyes, two service nails on his forehead, and an obvious scar on the corner of his mouth.

It was a long time later that soshyan knew that he was Everich, the commander of the seventh company, the company he would be in.

"What?"

Soshyan had a bad feeling, but he still pretended to be calm.

"You come with us, now."

The Star Warrior walked to soshyan with a gloomy face, tore off his seat belt and half dragged him away from his seat. He realized the great power of the Star Warrior for the first time, which made him impossible to resist.

And for the current situation, resistance is also very dangerous.

"But we're going to Obsidian fortress! Please tell me the reason for doing so!"

For a moment, soshyang finally didn't maintain his adult posture, and still insisted on his stubborn tone, but they didn't give him a chance.

"Obey orders."

Before he finished, the cold metal pierced soshyan's neck.

Feeling the chill from his skin, soshyan didn't move any more. His consciousness broke with his hope and fell into the dark abyss

"Well..."

I don't know how long later, with the shaking of his body, soshyang's consciousness revived briefly for a moment.

But he felt very cold, very cold, as if he were in an ice cellar.

At the same time, his temples were still aching. Although what that meant was unknown, he at least knew that he was still alive.

Suddenly, a voice came from his ear.

"This is a good seedling. His evaluation level far exceeds the qualified parameter line. The head will want this."

This is a high pitched voice with a slight nasal sound.

"He won't know until he accepts the gray pulp."

The other sound was flat and indifferent, accompanied by the sound of many metals colliding on a metal plate.

"Do you think he can hold on?"

The nasal voice opened again.

"I didn't know until I tried."

The second voice seemed impatient.

"This sample has high adaptability. Compared with the previous dozen, his success rate is the highest. If he can't, we may..."

Gradually, these sounds become blurred, like the drums in the sky, as far as near.

A warm liquid was slowly pouring into his body, breaking his slightly revived consciousness again, and he fell into endless dreams again.

The future has become an unpredictable fog, wrapping him tightly