After the initial joy, Bahram immediately calmed down, and the inspection was not really over.

He forced himself to divert his attention and look straight at the marvelous devices on the angel.

This cutting-edge technology is a scarce resource in the lower layer of the nest. Most of the time, the machinery they can find is very old, made of materials recovered from cities full of radiation, and has been transformed and renovated countless times.

He had never seen such an elegant and magical machine.

Then the pharmacist opened Louis's shirt, checked the scar on his chest, then checked the scar on his arm, and then took him to the compartment to peel it off.

"There is no trace of transformation, the skin integrity is 99.2%, there is a small amount of heavy metal precipitation in the body, various indicators of body fluid are normal, bones are well developed, and the fitness is 91.2%."

As the pharmacist read, he wandered around Bahram, and a half human and half mechanical monster beside him made a ticking sound at the same time.

The monster had a portable writing table on his chest, on which was a long roll of parchment.

"What's your name?"

"My name is Bahram Tate, my Lord."

As soon as he finished, he was a little surprised at the softness of his voice, so he stood straighter and repeated it in a louder voice.

"My name is Bahram Tate, my Lord!"

"You seem scared, Bahram."

"I'm afraid, my Lord."

"And very honest, which is a good quality."

The pharmacist's tone was very kind, his armor was humming, and the sword on his waist could cut Bahram into pieces with one blow.

"In that case, why didn't you leave and go back to your family?"

The priest on one side suddenly asked.

"Because fear is only some kind of phantom pain in the heart after all."

Bahram summoned up all his courage and said.

"I've been scared many times before, but they're just an emotion that needs to be ignored and overcome."

"Why are you here? Do you want to fight and win glory, or do you want eternal life?"

"No, sir, I think... No one can really live forever, even angels. I want to work for the emperor, realize my own value and serve all mankind."

Yazdan looked at him with admiration and nodded.

"All right, boy, put on your clothes and stand over there."

The pharmacist turned to the slave beside him and said:

"Take him to the first group."

Soon, they took him to the side and sat with a group of unknown boys.

After a while, haomo was also brought over. When he saw Bahram, he showed a big smile.

Later, the bald man sat with them. Until this time, Bahram knew that the one meter eight man named kairisa was really only fourteen years old.

It's too fantastic to think about it. That guy doesn't look much younger than his father.

However, he was very excited about his selection, softened his attitude towards Bahram, and told the other party that he was the child of a gang leader, but he didn't want to fight like a beast in the mud pit and corpse like his ancestors.

He wanted a new life, so he came here.

After accepting a new partner, Bahram was relieved. He noticed that their group had fewer people than other groups.

He was anxious to know whether it was a good thing or a bad thing

As time went by, the angels did not provide them with food or water. They had to stick to what they had.

In the process of waiting, there was an episode. A boy in their team fainted due to heat stroke and hunger. He was immediately dragged outside the team.

This situation made the boys panic and cheer up to make themselves look less weak. Bahram chose to give his food to others generously.

Finally, the last boy was taken to the middle group.

"The primary election is over, ready to accept the result of the first Elimination!"

The pharmacist stood on the platform and pointed to the group on the far left.

"The third group, your body and our gifts are mutually exclusive. No matter what quality you have, you are not suitable to join us to work for the emperor, and will always be! So leave here and go back to your family. There is no need to feel ashamed, but don't participate in the selection again."

In a low sigh, the servants in robes took the boys away from the square.

Then the pharmacist's eyes turned to the middle group.

"Group 2, your potential is not enough to join our congregation, but enough to serve as servants. You are all excellent children and have the potential to become leaders of the mortal world. You must make a choice! Either join us or return home. If you choose to serve us, most of you will become part of the mortal auxiliary army, And may gain a higher status. "

Like being sentenced to death, many boys showed expressions of pain and loss, and some sobbed in a low voice.

Bahram saw that the same more than twenty nest boys, only three of them, and the other melancholy guy.

"You don't need to feel sad. Only a few people are destined to be angels, but it's a great honor to be a mortal auxiliary army."

The second group stood up and faced the choice between the sky and the earth. Most people chose the sky.

These people were also taken out of the square.

Finally, only the first group with the lowest number of people was left, with a full 500 people.

Although he looked very calm, in fact, Bahram's heart was about to jump out.

He knew what would happen next, but he couldn't believe it unless the angel said it himself.

"In the first group, your potential and physique meet the transformation requirements and will be further tested in three days! Therefore, congratulations on your successful selection as potential recruits. From this moment on, you are all candidates for the star Knight battle order!"

As soon as the words fell, everyone looked happy, but they didn't dare to speak or cheer, but the happy atmosphere spread among the boys.

Homer nodded to the pharmacist as if he were a saint.

Caressa's big face wore a satisfied smile.

The dark clouds on the gloomy boy's face finally dispersed. Although he just smiled, his violently trembling arms could be felt by people nearby.

Only Bahram remained expressionless.

But in fact, his heart was beating violently all the time.

He is full of illusions about what will happen in the future.