Chapter 130

"The boy -"

The fighting in the secret stronghold was watched by astates in the thunder Eagle all the way.

They were not surprised by the bloody cruelty. Compared with the real battlefield, it was not even a game. They were surprised by the people inside.

"His name is Bahram."

Soshyan pulled out a data board from one side, which showed the boy's information, including the information of his parents and family and his past.

"The descendant of the Tate family, which was also prominent at the top a hundred years ago, was demoted at the bottom."

Saul pointed to the boy with blood on his face and panting on the screen and said:

"His agility is abnormal. Technically, he is not an experienced soldier, but he has the reaction of an experienced soldier."

"Could it be a psychic?"

Sol shook his head.

"No, I prefer, he may be -"

He suddenly lowered his voice and said:

"Do you remember the legend of the black temple?"

"Do you think he is..."

Soshyan was startled by Sol's idea.

"But even if he is, he should appear in the black temple, not here, and shouldn't such a champion appear after transformation? He's just a candidate."

"Who can guess the will of the emperor? There was no such precedent before Sigismond."

"This --"

Soshyang's eyebrows were squeezed into a ball.

Saul suddenly put his hand on his shoulder and said:

"Don't worry, give him to me."

"It's not sure if he can survive the transformation."

"My intuition tells me that he can make it."

At this time, there were only two of them in the cabin, so sol said the next sentence with confidence.

"Including the transplantation of gray pulp, I believe he can survive."

Soshyan nodded, and he hoped so.

Not long ago, the pharmacist who joined the association extracted a part of gray pulp stock solution from his spine. According to friar said, the success rate of this stock solution has been greatly improved. In addition to transplanting it into the existing soldiers, it can also be directly added in the transformation stage of recruits - the effect of the latter is much better than the former.

However, soshyan remained cautious and prepared to select only two recruits for experimental transplantation.

"The results are good this time."

Sol turned his attention to the screen beating data. After the trial, a total of 284 people survived, including 61 who were successfully promoted.

Compared with the previous 20 recruits every year, this batch is not only three times the number, but also much better in quality - after all, the screening was relatively peaceful at that time.

Moreover, the 223 people eliminated are not completely useless. They will be the preparation for the future command of the regiment fleet, an excellent officer reserve force of the mortal auxiliary army, and can also strengthen the scale of machinery training sessions in the regiment.

In short, this supplement is a big relief for the star knight who stepped on the edge of destruction with half a foot.

Now it depends on the results of the transformation.

"Well, now go and meet our young man."

When the transport plane carrying the test winners returned to the landing site, soshyan had led a team waiting here.

The losers have taken other transport planes to a new assembly point, where they will usher in a new future - a future more suitable for mankind.

As the door of the transport plane opened, lost bodies came out of the cabin.

Most of them were unkempt, ragged, covered with blood, and even some were lame and broke their hands. They needed help from others to move forward.

Compared with the lively scene before, the scene now seems very cold.

The boys just walked in silence, and occasionally the injured grunted.

Soon, they gathered together and faced the angels. Most of their faces were not happy, only tired and numb.

"Children."

Soshyan stepped forward and shouted:

"Congratulations, you have become the final winner."

No cheers, no cheers, only faint sobs.

"I know it's difficult for you, especially when you kill for the first time, but this is an obstacle you must overcome, because what you want to meet in the future is the war you can't imagine now, and its cruelty and darkness are 10000 times what you have experienced now!"

Soshyang's drinking finally made these candidates return to their souls. They gave out heavy breathing and straightened their waists one after another.

"From this moment on, your life will no longer belong to you, but to the War Regiment and the emperor! You will no longer be children! We will call you by your name and call you brothers in the future."

With that, a huge airship belonging to the national religion slowly fell, and the eagle emblem on it glittered with gold in the sun.

"This instructor sol will be your team leader. You will go to the temporary monastery fortress of the regiment for physical adjustment."

Then sol, who was beside soshyan, stood up.

He glanced at the boys and suddenly grinned.

"All right, boys, let's go."

Led by him, the boys lined up in three rows towards the airship, but soshyan suddenly stopped a man.

"Robin, you come to me."

Hearing this, bachram and everyone in the Oscar team turned their eyes to the boy with a gloomy face.

The other party stopped, but did not go towards soshyang.

"Hey, hey, commander Zhan called you."

Haomo touched each other's shoulder with his hand, but Robin threw it away.

"I know."

Then he went straight to soshyang.

Soshyan looked at each other standing in front of him, said nothing, and then waved.

"Come with me."

After following soshyan into leiying, he was taken to a separate cabin.

There was only a small table in the cabin with a piece of paper on it.

Soshyan went to the table, twisted the paper and whispered:

"Roswell veniser, the eldest son of governor Batis veniser, was regarded as illegitimate son because his mother was a maid. After his mother died, he was fostered in a wealthy family in the upper nest city and studied in Somus noble college. He once won the first-class excellent student award of the college twice. After that, he suddenly dropped out of school, hid himself in the lower nest city and wandered among the bounty hunters for years ... twelve. "

Soshyan said, released his fingers and let the paper fall to the ground.

"Do you know what crime it is to sign up as a false identity and deceive the astat."

Facing soshyan's cross examination, the boy raised his head, looked into his eyes fearlessly and said calmly:

"The name is just a symbol. I believe the emperor is interested in the soul itself, not the label of the body."

"Then your label is deception?"

Soshyan hissed and tapped the table with his fingers.

"The governor seems to attach great importance to you. Anyway, he begged me not to enlist you into the battle regiment. From another angle, it seems not bad to be the governor of the planet with the best material enjoyment and the best woman's company than to be a bitter friar fighting all his life."

"I refuse."

Robin, or Roswell, replied stiffly that he could feel his limbs trembling and try to control them.

A discontented frown crossed soshyan's brow.

"Why?"

"Because struggle is the meaning of life."

In the cabin, silence spread.

A few minutes later, soshyan said:

"I have no intention of meddling in your family affairs, but from experience, your father doesn't seem to owe you too much. He is more inclined to hand over the inheritance to you than your cowardly brother."

Roswell began shaking his head.

"I know I'm not the governor's material, and I know what's hidden in that palace."

He took out a pendant from his neck, on which was a badly worn silver statue of the emperor.

"My mother told me before she died that those far away from that place should never go back. There are only betrayal, conspiracy and degeneration."

At this time, Roswell suddenly showed a strange smile. He whispered:

"There's a secret that even my father doesn't know. My mother, in fact... Is a brother and sister with him."

Sosh raised his eyebrows and jumped slightly, but there was no expression on his face.

"My grandfather and a maid gave birth to my mother. Everyone thought my mother had drowned when she was a baby, but she didn't. She lived in that nest until she was raped by her brother after being drunk."

Roswell said hoarsely with an expression of laughter or cry on his face:

"Commander Zhan, are you still willing to accept a monster produced by a close relative incest?"

Soshyan looked at him and said calmly:

"I promised the governor one last chance, Roswell."

"What if I don't want to?"

"Then you will follow us on the same path."

The boy nodded and swallowed the aftertaste of the blood in his mouth.

"That's it."