Chapter 366

After dealing with the most urgent affairs at hand, soshyan has another very important thing.

Give the dead warriors a proper ceremony——

"- may the emperor grant them peace."

After reading the prayer, yazdan closed the books in his hand, and beautiful but sad music came from both sides of the statue of the emperor.

Then he walked into the other monks and gave his place to soshyan.

Rows and rows of heavily armed friars were looking at him in prepared armor, and several dozen coffins were placed in front of him. In each coffin was a fallen friar, covered from head to foot with a white shroud.

Their necks were covered with bandages printed with the eagle emblem, covering the wounds left when the gene seeds were removed.

These former warriors are like mummies on the old earth, waiting for the resurrection that will never come - they can no longer walk on earth.

Although every astate regiment servant gathered here, the church still looked very empty.

The church was built in the shape of the Obsidian fortress in the past. Even on the original battle group mother star, soshyan had never seen it completely crowded, even when the battle group was more powerful many years ago.

Every step he took here, he could feel that the Empire was declining, just like the withering astatic order.

He hid these thoughts in his heart, and there was no sign of fatigue or doubt in his words.

The sound grid on the power armor amplified his voice and filled the church.

"Brothers, brave soldiers of the Empire! We are gathered together today to share the sorrow caused by the loss of so many warriors, but don't lose hope! They have exchanged their own sacrifice for the continuation of mankind. Until the real peace comes, we will never stop fighting until the last drop of blood leaves our blood vessels. This is the meaning of our birth ！”

He looked at a long list of names in front of him, including star knights who died in valledo, but more were soul drinkers who fell in the civil war.

The loss caused by the tragedy deeply hurt his heart.

At this moment, he suddenly felt inexpressible fatigue. If he had a choice, he would put down all his burden and go into the boundless wasteland in the Milky way to make himself no longer troubled.

But he had no choice.

"We will always miss friar Lazo."

He whispered:

"He is a member of the second tactical team, the hero of the battle of Florence, the ruthless murderer of green skin, loved by his brothers and captain, and fell when he acted on valledo... Friar Lazo."

He held out his hand towards the first body, and the servants lifted the coffin and carried it on their shoulders.

These names are not in any order, so that the deeds of one friar do not appear more glorious than those of another.

Death made them completely equal, and they were no longer separated by rank and status.

"Friar Alexander, he is a heavy weapon hand of the second tactical team, a marksman and a soother of the machine soul. He is loved by his brothers and captain. He fell when he acted on valledo... Friar Alexander."

He held out his hand again. Four other servants came forward and lifted the coffin.

The two soldiers who died were members of the Farzad team, so the soldier who had become the commander of the third company was now in tears.

Names were read out one by one, the bodies in the church were gradually emptied, and another burden was put on soshyan's shoulder.

Finally, he read gorgorgory's name.

"Brother gorgorgory, he died in the process of loyalty to the emperor. Countless enemies fell under his sword, which also frightened the traitors. May people remember his name and achievements."

If there is really death that makes soshyan feel pain, gorgorgory's regret and regret at the last moment will really go into his heart like a knife.

"He died with honor."

As he spoke, he stepped down from the high platform. This unusual move made the priests and soldiers look at him curiously.

"He fought to the last minute and set an example for us."

Soshyan put the fragments of his broken halberd into the coffin, and then turned back to the high platform to hide the feelings that almost appeared in his heart.

The body was also carried away, and there were many names waiting for him to read out.

When the last name was pronounced and the last body was carried away, only astates were left in the cathedral.

Everyone was silent, and the silence of death enveloped the angels.

The marble brackets wait for the bodies of the dead, and then they will be sent to the battle regiment cemetery to sleep with the heroic ancestors brought out of the Obsidian fortress in the past.

Carbon fog surrounds people's feet, and the morgue extends quietly around. There are more corpses than the star soldiers of the whole battle group.

Soshyan waited quietly for the soldiers to enter their sleeping place. Yazdan performed a short ceremony in front of each body and whispered words to them that would never be heard.

Their bodies were separated by a thick glass plate and soon blurred by the frost on the glass.

When everything was finished, a thin layer of frost had formed on soshyan's armor, and the ice crystals at his joints made a cracking sound with his movement.

"Everything is done, commander Zhan."

Hearing yazdan's words, he nodded, but his heart was too heavy to say anything.

After that, soshyan disbanded his team and went alone to a secret dark space deep underground of the monastery fortress.

This space was excavated under the order of friar said and hidden in the mountains hundreds of meters deep. However, friar said did not explain the role of this space until the emergence of savita.

Now the function of this space is obvious - it has become the private space of the crow prince.

Soshyan entered from the secret entrance and walked along a long corridor.

He felt that he was walking towards the terrible prison, but now there was only one keeper in the "prison".

The walls, ceiling and marble floor of the corridor were covered with a rune that soshyan did not know. This Rune could be seen in the chain of sevita's body, which he could not see anywhere else.

Soshyan once asked sevita tentatively what this Rune was. The other party just joked and told him that this Rune came from the ancient earth and may be as old as the emperor.

But soshyan didn't believe it.

And sevita doesn't look like a wizard.

"Who's there?"

Suddenly, a sound came from the darkness, like a song, to soshyan's ears.

But when he listened carefully, there was no sound.

But that tone still echoed in his mind, stirring the edge of his soul, as if moving slowly along the wall and ceiling, crawling like a spider, ready to jump on him at any time.

Soshyan thought he had heard the sound before.

But today, its attack feels stronger and more direct.

"The chanter?"