Chapter 134

This is a very ordinary day.

The weak sunlight is shining on the land of Nathan IV that has not been covered by toxic clouds. The hot haze and dry air are unbearable as usual.

Less than 30 soldiers lined up on both sides of a one kilometer long avenue. The wind from the distant mountain pulled dozens of flags painted with double swords and eagles.

Everyone in the regiment was present, including sol, and even they attached some decorations to their armor, such as holy emblem and ribbon.

This is a very ordinary day, with only one special thing.

A fraternal regiment is coming.

As early as a week ago, the star Whisperer had heard that a small astat fleet had jumped out of the vast ocean and was approaching Nathan IV at an amazing speed.

Like a sharp blade in the water, the fleet crossed the periphery of the galaxy along the shortest path to the docking point of planetary orbit.

They showed their identity and intention for the first time.

The battle leader of the bitter Walker Battle regiment personally came to visit the star knights who made great sacrifices in the world engine battle.

Upon receiving the news, soshyan did not appear surprised, but only ordered his soldiers to be ready.

Because he knew that the other party would come, it was just a matter of time.

Ascetics, who first appeared during the second army building period, are the oldest combat regiments.

After consulting the emperor tarot card, the founders of the ascetic battle group were guided by the emperor's will to posul planet in the storm domain, which is equivalent to saying that they are neighbors of the star Knight battle group.

The ascetic regiment strictly follows the provisions of astat Scripture, but due to the influence of the local culture of posul, the regiment still has some unique characteristics.

The death Temple of their fortress monastery is a star castle around bosul. The fortress hall is filled with rows of skulls cut and carved from the dead star soldiers, and the main chapel is filled with skulls cut from the enemy after victory.

The funeral ceremony of the War Regiment is led by the War Regiment priests. These priests are recruited from the priestly class of bosul local residents and are called death priests. Many of the faith characteristics of the War Regiment come from the local culture of the planet.

The cruel tribal war on bosul has created a group of candidates to become star soldiers. This planet is a dark world with no light all year round, so ascetics are used to fighting in low light conditions.

Under the guidance of some thought, even if the newcomers underwent transformation and implantation, and were guided and indoctrinated with ideas from astat, they still retained a large number of customs from primitive tribes on the planet.

These traditional behaviors include meditation before the battle, eating the enemy's flesh and blood after the battle - and then cutting off their heads, skinning and bone.

But for the rest of the Empire, this behavior makes the ascetic seem to be on the edge of heresy.

They are often viewed with suspicion by other battle groups, but so far, they are still the strongest defenders of the Empire.

Soshyan had heard a little about the barbaric culture of the regiment after coming to Nathan 4, so he not only welcomed the meeting, but also took a more cautious attitude.

In addition to astat, thousands of servants serving the regiment gathered here, but they could only look from a distance.

Narrators of the regiment's history were also kept at a distance, including soshyan's private scribe.

The power of Nathan IV was completely excluded from today's ceremony, which made their frustration obvious.

But this is a meeting between astats, a private matter. Soshyan doesn't want irrelevant personnel to enter.

Although the weather is very good, the tension here is difficult to ignore. The soldiers are too stiff and standard standing posture, which also reveals their tense mood.

This is not just an honor guard that welcomes the Brotherhood - it is also a display of strength and a gesture of determination.

Although if they just look at the numbers, their determination is actually pitiful.

Soshyan stood at the front of the team, but he didn't even have an honor guard.

Fully armed, he abandoned some fine decorations on his armor and chose a simple beauty more suitable for going straight.

A dark armour cloak hung behind him, a helmet decorated with sideburns towered like a peacock's luxurious long tail, and Shengyan sword hung on his waist.

Besides the priest azdan, his side is sol.

Wearing simple armor and helmet, the other party looks like an ordinary soldier.

Soshyan looked up and saw that the sky was like a white hot metal plate about to top.

He probably wouldn't see those iron gray vehicles until they were close, but he kept looking at them.

"It took them so long to get here. When we lined up to meet them, they didn't worry."

In the team, almin could not help complaining that their voice was only transmitted inside the helmet.

"The so-called stink of the local snake."

Farzad said that today he deliberately created a shape closer to a rough soldier.

"Isn't it, Ustad?"

Ustadwei nodded his head without further expression.

"I heard that their home planet is a barbarian world. They recruit new soldiers from barbarians."

"Ha!"

Farzad chuckled:

"They sound like me. I'm almost beginning to like them."

"Yes, your kind."

Almino said:

"You'll be like old friends at first sight."

"Say what you like, but don't think I can't see you shaking."

At this time, almin's uneasiness pulled Ustad's thoughts back to reality. He looked up and saw two angular gray thunder Eagles swooping down from the dark yellow sky, as if the engine had failed.

They screamed and the tips of the wings dragged bright and hot tracks.

"They're in a hurry."

Farzad also noticed that his voice changed tone.

"Is this a good thing?"

"No."

Farzad's voice was full of vigilance.

"I don't think so. It's kind of hostile. It's like two tribal leaders show off their strength and show off their weapons when they meet."

"Can you feel their thoughts?"

Asked almin curiously.

"It's not difficult. As you said, we are all barbarians. I know the way they deal with people."

Farzad tried to keep his voice steady.

Ustad did not participate in their dialogue, but quietly watched the two thunder eagles fall from the sky, calculated their trajectory, and realized that they would miss the scheduled landing area.

"Something's wrong."

He whispered:

"They missed."

As soon as he finished, those meteoric thunder Eagles changed their tracks again and dived directly towards the team. It seemed that they were going to smash a devastated pit in the square outside the great wall of the monastery.

Soshyan also realized that the other party's flight trajectory was wrong. He couldn't help guessing whether it was a mechanical failure or some other darker reason.

Just when everyone was convinced that they had no time to land safely, the thunder Eagles suddenly started their reverse engine and crashed into the square at the end of the road in a tsunami like roar.

Exhaust and smoke erupted from their landing point, and the hot air was like a hurricane.

With the exception of astat, everyone was fighting against the jet stream of thunder Eagle alone.

Before the heavy dust cloud dissipated, the springboard of thunder Eagle fell down.

Figures dressed in black and white armor emerged from the rolling smoke. They were dressed in skeletons, fast and calm, as deadly as polished blades.

They were led by a tall figure. The soldier with bones all over his body was full of pure and concise aggression. Coupled with the huge long sickle with silver glittering sharp sickle blade and ebony handle flashing faint light on his shoulder, it was like the embodiment of the word "death".

There is no doubt that he is the leader of the bitter Walker Battle Group, Lord Mazar.