Chapter 245

A huge machine is crossing the whole huge platform, and the molten metal is ablaze, forming a yellow cross.

Particles and fragments whirled out of the cracks and fell into the cliffs on both sides. The air was full of fleeting sparks.

This is a large construction machinery. It is installing anti-aircraft artillery, which is part of the monastery's defense system. In the distance of the clouds is the flashing light of the nest capital spire.

"How many years."

The man standing by the window whispered, and his armor covered hand casually rested on the edge of the rock window.

"You do not understand this truth. When the gods fall, everything will collapse and everything will perish. I have seen and understood that the so-called hope has long been doomed."

"Not here."

The steady metal steps made the elevator vibrate. When the metal stepped on the rock floor, it made a light knocking sound.

"There is still hope here."

The man by the window gave the visitor a hard look, with lightning scars, his lips bent up and showed his pale teeth.

"Don't be so confused about amorous feelings. It shouldn't be your style. I'm full of poetry, sol."

Sevita turned his head back, and his words rumbled in his chest as deep as the roar of a predator.

"I never remember you were a poet. Although the melancholy and crazy temperament of your Legion is indeed in line with the characteristics of poets, at least you are not."

The sound of the elevator suddenly rang, and sevita's sight had to be reluctantly moved away from the barren peak.

"Friar said woke up."

Soshyang stepped out of the elevator, said only one word, turned and walked towards the elevator. Sevita shrugged at sol and stepped up.

The meeting place is located in a secret hall under the monastery fortress, and the entrance is at the end of a corridor inside the archives.

After a while, sevita came in with soshyang and sol. The armor hit both sides of the door hole and clanged.

Several torches were burning in the dark hall. A black sun mark was on the ground in the center of the hall. The great fearless stood in it and looked like a statue.

"Prince crow, Yago savitalion, long time no see."

"Long time no see? Have we really met?"

A dangerous sense of humor crept into sevita's eyes - which glittered like a frost blade.

"If I were more honest, I would say that I have never heard of you, the so-called 'first company commander of the 11th corps', nor have I, and no one can modify my or his memory."

Friar Syd laughed shrivelly. His armor was shiny and smelled of the holy oil just smeared on it.

"If I were more rude, I would ask why you hide in this dark corner."

"Hide, do you think so?"

The crow Prince's eyebrows shrugged.

"If I were any more rude."

"I did it just because I wanted to be alone for a while."

Savita replied kindly with a smile:

"I'm not very good at dealing with those things."

"You and I have a mission."

"Yes, but your technique is too clumsy."

"No, but you know the secrets of our Legion and our responsibilities."

"I've never been interested in the two lost legions since the past. There are enough bad things in the Empire. I don't lack one or two of them, but..."

He glanced at soshyang.

"I still don't like aliens."

"This is fate."

"I'm the only one who can decide my fate."

It seemed to be touched to some key point. Sevita hugged her arm, and the joke in her eyes disappeared, faster than the extinguished light.

At the same time, his body seemed to expand. Although he did not occupy more space on the physical level, he became huge in everyone's mind in this dark hall.

His existence is like a heavy object, pressing on everyone's head, like the executioner's axe hanging at the highest point, which can be waved down in a moment.

In a sense, he turned into fear, like death behind a smile.

It takes more than courage to face such terror.

However, friar said remained calm and elegant.

"Then power should be a deal."

With that, friar side took out the copper ball sol had taken before and handed it to sevita.

"This is our sincerity."

Sevita watched for a moment, then took the copper ball and shook it in her ear.

"Yes, it's just a deal. I'm not on the same front with you, nor do I belong to you."

"Ha, sevita, you're still the same. You never belong to anyone."

"Don't talk like we know each other very well."

"Where have you been all these years?"

"Many places, places you can't imagine."

"Do you know what the eighth Legion looks like now?"

"I don't know and I'm not interested."

"That's right."

With that, sol suddenly stepped in.

"Soshyang, haven't you always wanted to learn how to use terminator armor?"

Soshyang was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

Then sol poked sevita's shoulder armor with his finger, and the other party immediately stepped back impatiently.

"What!"

"Soshyang, this is a good instructor."

Looking at sevita with an unhappy face, soshyang frowned.

"He?"

Brother said at the same time.

"Sol is right. If you want to learn how to use terminators, the best candidate is in front of you."

"Be careful what you say. I get goose bumps from flattery."

Sevita defended herself in a low voice.

"Do you remember, soshyang, I once said that sevita was the leader of the black armour, and the black armour was the elite terminator force of the eighth Legion."

After that, Sol's hand rested heavily on sevita's shoulder.

"In the era of the great expedition, the crow prince was among the people who used the terminator best."

"It's not in the deal."

Sevita raised her hand and patted Sol's hand down.

"But it's not that it can't be discussed. You can arrange for the mechanical psychic I brought out from saphenius."

It was not until sevita mentioned it that soshyan remembered such a man——

[Nathan 4 airport]

"His name is Faya. He is an apprentice from Griffin four."

Looking at the cramped young man around soshyan, Loken looked at him carefully again. He just had the enlightenment ceremony. He was only wearing the simplest robe and the gear on his chest was only as big as a palm.

The most important thing is that he has black hair. His skin is very pale, thin and tender, and there is no trace of transformation.

Loken smiled kindly, straightened his bright robe, shook the gear as big as the plate and said;

"My name is Loken. They all call me master Lok."

Faya hesitated for a moment, but still stepped forward and bent down timidly.

"Hello, master Luo."

"Hey, hello."

Loken smiled, nodded slightly, pointed to the door behind him and said:

"I do research alone. My workshop is quite large. You are welcome to do research and development with me. If you are tired of research... Go straight to bed. It's no problem."

I felt that the Mimi in front of me was a little strange. Faya shrunk her neck and looked back at soshyang.

"Then he'll settle down with you first. You can arrange it."

With that, soshyang turned and left.

"Come on, I have some good health here. Come on, come on."

When soshyan turned back again, the door of Loken workshop had been closed again.

"He... Should have no problem?"