Chapter 133

The combat barge "Yongye" drove smoothly in the void. Its huge engine kept running at a low speed. The frigates accompanied it lightly and shuttled back and forth in the investigation area tens of thousands of kilometers wide.

The bottomless void reflects the cyan gray appearance of the eternal night, like a wolf in hunting. The heavy armor on both sides is decorated with cold staring skulls.

The giant ship just got out of sub space a few hours ago. The afterwaves caused by Geller's shutdown still emit dazzling white light, illuminating the refined gold hull.

The command bridge of Yongye is located behind this huge ship, surrounded by high towers, ship bulwarks and inclined turrets.

The void shield ripples like gauze on the several meter thick glass porthole. Below it is the crew of the bridge. They will try their best to ensure the normal navigation of the ship and the perfect operation of all its systems.

The space inside the bridge is very huge. The central area of the warship is carved into a cave like hall more than 200 meters long.

The top of the hall is mostly transparent, like an entrance to the physical universe. The lenses are arranged in a grid made of steel.

Below it is an open-air platform surrounded by cranes. Each crane is patrolled by soldiers with weapons.

Further down is the middle deck, where most of the crew are mortals. Most of them are crew members and technicians in Pearl Gray robes. Of course, there are anti jump Gang troops. They step forward on the metal deck in explosion-proof armor and transparent face armor.

There are some openings in some parts of the deck ground, from which the structure below the lower deck is exposed.

There are crowded tactical workstations: lines of trembling meditators, computers, and machine servants crowded in the dark ditch.

Many machine servants are bound to their terminals by cables. There are a large number of pipelines on their backs or faces, and the patchy gray skin exposed from them is their last survival as human beings.

The way these people serve is different from the past. Now they are the servants of the excised brain lobes. They are always shackled to these machines to maintain their lives, performing the numb and rigid tasks again and again.

Above all these levels, at the end of the bridge hall is the command seat.

This is a hexagonal platform protruding from the arched wall, with a diameter of ten meters and surrounded by heavy steel handrails.

In the center of the platform is a slightly raised platform, and in the center of the platform stands the throne - a heavy and angular seat carved from solid granite.

It is so huge that it is difficult for mortals to sit down, but it is not a problem here - because no mortal has ever dared to step on this platform.

It has been empty for hours, but it will change as the Yongye is close to its goal.

When the supporting piston began to retract back and forth, the huge doors behind the throne hissed.

Then they burst open.

A behemoth walked through the gates.

Mazar, the Lord of the temple of death and the commander of the ascetic regiment, strode up the platform in his massive armor.

The fearsome warrior was dressed in exquisite power armor in the shape of bones. The chest emblem was made of long ribs bent and twisted. The imperial flying eagle with wings was like looking at the skeleton corridor from the throne. Every part of the power armor from Shin armor to arm armor, leg armor to neck armor was made into the shape of bones, The armor buzzed menacingly low and regular as he moved.

His manner was slow and calm, and his every move showed prudence and solemnity. The white bones as booty kept shaking on the huge shoulder armor, and behind the armor was a cloak full of bullet holes.

The commander's face was as bright as tanned leather, and two clusters of black sideburns wrapped around his full jaw, as bright and tidy as the hair of predators.

No one knows the actual age of the fearsome battle leader, but most people suspect that he is at least 700 years old. He may be an ancient hero among the many battle leaders of the Empire, second only to Dante, the battle leader of the Holy Blood angel.

With him came other giants.

Astador, the priest of death, was dressed in black armor like a forge, and his face was hidden under the monotonous mask of the old helmet.

Hogandes, the commander of the fourth company of the battle group and the leader of the fleet, is wearing armor full of battle marks. His rock gray hair is braided and hung over his neck. Due to the customs of the home world, such hairstyle is not uncommon in the ascetic battle group.

The gate slid closed behind them, closing the platform where the trio was located.

Under them the deck creaked under pressure.

Mazar looked at the sensor with a bitter face. The wrinkles on his forehead were as deep as gray mountains..

"Are we here?"

The sound spewed out of his chest like a rhinoceros engine.

All the friars in the regiment believed that he didn't have to raise his voice even in the most intense battle.

"Soon."

Astador whispered:

"We'll be at Nathan four in a minute."

Mazar muttered and sat down on the throne.

As a giant almost three meters high and two meters wide, his movements are very relaxed.

Commander Zhan's low eyebrows were locked together, and his green eyes glittered with clarity and vigilance.

"It's so boring."

He said impatiently:

"Hell, do we really need to spend our time on this kind of entertainment?"

Generally speaking, as they grow older, astats will become more and more silent and serious, but Mazar is an exception.

Perhaps it is related to the tradition of the regiment - eating the enemy's flesh and blood. He maintains a hot passion both in combat and in his daily life, which makes him not become depressed in the passage of years.

Of course, occasionally it will show some kind of unconscionable side.

Once there is no battle, he can easily fall into depression.

For him, life without goals is a fragmented job, and hunters need some real prey.

"Commander Zhan, we are visiting a group of heroes."

Hogarth said, leaning forward slightly, as if to check the visual feedback of his helmet.

As soon as the voice fell, a semi annular display screen surrounding the command platform slowly lowered and started flashing.

A brownish red planet leaps into view, increasing every second, but the picture is still blurred and distorted due to the distance.

"Nathan 4 has received our request for entry."

As the fourth company commander spoke, he carefully looked at the data delivered at the same time as the image.

"After entering Xinggang, we will take thunder eagle to their monastery fortress."

The images kept coming back. Mazar stared at them, and his mood began to change slowly.

"They built a monastery fortress on it?"

"It should be."

Mazar jumped up from the throne with a smile on his face, which implied some malice.

"If I remember correctly, the commander of soshiyang war is still a recruit who has just served for less than 50 years."

The hazy image became clear, and the planet's surface came into view. It was dark brown with dirty orange stripes. It looked like a rusty iron ball in the universe.

"If the information is correct."

"Young people now have two brushes."

He then let out a savage laugh.

"A regiment with only 30 people left can rebuild the monastery fortress and dig the corner of the Navy."

He looked at astador and Hogarth, his eyes glowing with excitement.

"I can't wait to meet him!"