Chapter 49

Soshyan guessed right. Loken's biggest problem now is how to end, or how to end with dignity.

Although the traitors have been completely eliminated, they have also caused very serious losses of personnel and equipment, and if there are losses, someone must come out and take responsibility.

There is no saying of force majeure and innocence in the Empire. If you want to find it, you can always find a place for dereliction of duty. Moreover, Loken himself thinks that man-made disasters are the main factor in making things so big this time.

But now the most troublesome thing is that all the main responsibility bearers are dead. In principle, Loken, the technical priest who is the second in charge of the rail station, naturally becomes the best person to carry the pot.

He can fully imagine what will happen next.

Those people will get him back to the ground from the orbital station, and as soon as he lands, he will be arrested and deprived of all power.

Then there will be an unfair trial. He will not have any chance to defend. All crimes will be triggered according to the heaviest sentence.

All his personal finances will be confiscated, including his cat ear care machine servant (crossed out).

Then he would be stripped of his red robe, take off his gear necklace, remove all mechanical appendages, and be declared a mechanist.

Then, he will be sent to the transformation factory for cruel frontal lobectomy, and those who hate him will even make more transformation.

"... no! I don't want to be turned into a rectal massage machine servant by those perverted bastards! Omnisaia is on! That, that's..."

Looking at the crying mechanical priest in front of him, soshyang realized that his popularity must be so bad that someone was ready to kill him anytime and anywhere.

What will happen if such a mechanical believer is allowed to join?

"Reverend Loken, I sympathize with you, but..."

Soshyan shook his head.

"... Ashtar is not a refuge. It is a group that always gives everything for the Empire and mankind, just like our more than 700 brothers who died in the war."

"I, I am willing to give everything for mankind and the way of omnisaia!"

Loken held the mechanical gear in his chest with his busy hands.

"If you don't come, I will use my final authority to destroy the entire orbital station and ensure that the glory saber will not fall into the enemy's hands!"

Soshyan looked at Loken. He was probably convinced that what the other party said should be true.

But it doesn't matter.

"This will be a difficult and difficult road. Once you set foot on it, there will be no return. Do you really think about it, Reverend Loken?"

"I've decided, sir! No, commander Zhan!"

Loken focused without hesitation.

"Well, I, soshyan Alexei, the commander of the star knights, invited friar Loken to join the star knights as the technical priest of the spark."

"Thank you very much! Thank you very much!"

Loken nodded wildly like a chicken pecking rice. Suddenly he suddenly remembered something and knocked his head with a gear.

"Damn it! I almost forgot that!"

He raised his head and said to soshyan:

"Commander Zhan, I almost forgot something. It was left by the tutor. It is said that it was... Er, a Seiko long sword customized by a commander of the regiment a hundred years ago. The tutor spent a lot of effort and wanted to send it to Obsidian fortress with this batch of materials, but before completing the last step, the tutor... But I have completed the last step!"

Then he pointed his hand to warehouse 5.

"Commander Zhan, please follow me."

Soshyan really didn't expect such an unexpected harvest. After he followed Loken into warehouse 5, he found that there were a lot of ordnance here, but it seems that they should be weapons used by mortals, of which the largest number is the standard laser guns used by the Star Army.

In the deepest part of the warehouse, there was a separate compartment. Loken opened the compartment with his biometric code, and soshyan had to bend down to squeeze in.

But after entering, his eyes were attracted.

In the static position at the end of the compartment, there was a long red sword floating, which looked like a wisp of flowing magma from a distance.

Its length is a quarter longer than the power sword used by astates, but it is also a third narrower, which is slightly slender and elegant.

Soshyan approached and observed. He found that the body of the long sword was made of unknown material. The metal surface had wonderful lines like the rolling of flame. There was a thin blood groove on the central axis of the long sword, extending from the tip to the handle.

The shape of the protective handle is an eagle's wings that spread its wings and burn. There are gold coils wrapped around the sword handle. You can see that it has been carefully carved.

"My mentor didn't tell me much about this sword, so he told me it was called Shengyan sword. The materials used were provided by the knights in the star world. The position generator above can produce extremely high temperature when starting, and it can automatically charge if the surrounding environment is also high temperature... But what I care about most is that this sword can pass through the same temperature coil on the hilt It is connected with the constant temperature system of power a to transmit heat to the user... "

Loken looked at the sword and scratched his head.

"... you should know that the temperature at the start of the position can directly carbonize people. Even if the conduction temperature is only a small part, it is enough to make a person faint directly by heat. I don't quite understand the significance of this function. I installed this part according to the wishes of my tutor."

Hearing this, soshyang was moved. He realized that this sword, which had been made a hundred years ago, was by no means intended to be used by the war commander at that time.

But for him to use a hundred years later!

Whenever he uses the powerful power of gray pulp, those biomass metals will madly absorb the heat in his body, which can not be compensated by the constant temperature system of power a.

But with Shengyan sword as an additional "heater", his time of using gray pulp can be greatly prolonged, and there will be no embarrassment when he just fought.

"Its meaning..."

Soshiyang stretched out his hand, probed into the static position, broke through the slight resistance and grasped the handle of Shengyan sword.

"Very big."

At the moment of pulling the sword out of the static position, soshyang's thumb brushed the Rune of the position generator, and the sword body was covered with a dark red mist in the sound of whispering.

"Hot, hot, hot!"

At the moment of starting the position, the heat wave spread around with soshyan as the center. Loken felt as if he was in the melting pot of ma'kand II and immediately jumped back, but the edge of his robe was still scorched and black because of the heat.

Soshyan looked at the long sword, the heat wave could be felt even across the power armor, and even the air was distorted.

At the same time, there was a heat flow spreading upward along his arm, all the way to his neck.

Sweat immediately seeped from his skin, and soshyan turned off the stand generator.

Turning to see Loken huddled in the corner and wiping sweat, soshyan immediately realized that he almost cooked each other, so he said with apology:

"Sorry, I didn't notice that the space here is too small."

"No, nothing. Is this Shengyan sword still in hand?"

"Great."

"That's great. I believe he can drink the blood of the enemy of the Empire in your hand."

Loken said, taking a scabbard from one side of the wall and holding it in front of soshyan with both hands.

"Yes."

Soshyan nodded slightly, then put the sword into the scabbard and hung it around his waist.