Lord Mazar, the head of the bitter Walker regiment, entered the reception hall, followed by an honor guard. The most elite soldiers under his command were dressed in scarred armor.

His own figure carved with a large number of bones is as breathtaking as ever.

Soshyan stepped forward to meet him, and the two hugged.

"Commander soshyang, long time no see."

After separation, soshyan looked at Mazar and found that although the other party was still so firm and hearty, there was irrecoverable fatigue in his eyes.

"Where did you come back, Lord Mazar?"

"Just returned from the Griffin system."

Mazar's voice was still like a flood bell, but soshyan could detect the deep pain in it.

"There are two mining worlds where huge gene thieves' nests have been found. The science and technology sages of Griffin IV racked their brains and could not completely eliminate them, so I went to support... It was a bloody battle, and the regiment paid a heavy price."

"What are the casualties?"

"I lost 131 excellent soldiers."

This figure surprised soshyan.

"What happened in the Griffin system?"

But Mazar seemed reluctant to answer this question.

"We encountered an enemy we had never seen before, which caused us heavy losses. Fortunately, we were supplemented with materials for casting world Griffin IV, which made the losses less terrible."

Soshyan sighed.

"It's really eventful now."

"Indeed, at the end of the fortieth millennium, there are always all kinds of dark omens. In other words, I heard that you have done a lot of great things during this period?"

Soshyan nodded.

"Yes, we also destroyed a gene thief's nest, and then suppressed a rebellion caused by chaos, destroyed many demons, and destroyed a group of spirit pirates..."

With that, soshyan stopped. He was hesitating whether to say the rebellion of the soul drinker.

But on second thought, this matter has been publicized, and concealment is meaningless, so he continued:

"When suppressing the chaotic rebellion, I met gorgorgory, the former head of the soul drinker regiment. He was a great soldier, but some of his brothers were not... The think tank curator and priest of the soul drinker regiment had fallen. They set off a rebellion and killed gorgorgory. I witnessed the whole process."

"I heard that, too."

Lord Mazar's eyes were awe inspiring and burning with anger and hatred.

"Aliens and heresies are hateful, but the most hateful thing is these treacherous traitors! Tell me, soshyan, how many traitors and running dogs have you killed."

"Many, but not all, salperdon escaped with the help of witchcraft."

"I hope one day I can end this damn traitor."

Looking at the bitter Walker war leader gnashing his teeth, soshyang's mind turned. He didn't know whether he should disclose his taking in the loyal soldiers of soul drinkers.

His reason told him that it could not be said.

But if in the future, the two regiments need to fight side by side because of an emergency, can this kind of thing be concealed?

It seems not easy, because Mazar knows the number of star Knights very well. The sudden increase in the number will inevitably arouse the suspicion of the other party, which may be more difficult to explain at that time.

More importantly, at the end of this increasingly turbulent forty thousand year, the star Knights really need several reliable allies.

An idea began to build in his mind very early.

So soshyan made a decision.

"Lord Mazar, I... Have something else to tell you in private."

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Two hours later, the catacombs of the Knights of the astral order monastery.

Soshyan and Mazar stood side by side and stared at gorgorgory's body for a long time.

The fallen battle leader was packed in a metal coffin carefully made by craftsmen and kept in a very low temperature.

"Thank you for telling me about it, soshyan."

Mazar's tone was more serious and heavy than ever.

"But you should know what it means to do so. You are too young to understand the relationship and game between the high Lord Parliament and the astat War Regiment. They will not tolerate such things."

"I know."

Soshyan answered in a low voice and sighed.

"But this is gorgorgory's last wish. I will complete it anyway. I have vowed that once all traitors are eliminated, the stain on the soul drinker's flag will be erased, and they can reorganize their own battle group and restore their own logo and glory."

The top of the coffin is transparent glass, in which gorgorgory's calm face can be seen.

"What a sad sight."

Mazar low channel:

"Soshyan, you know me... I have imagined and dreamed countless times that I would one day lie in the coffin like him quietly... I have lived too long, and death is sometimes a luxury."

"Death is our common destiny."

Soshyan nodded in agreement.

"Don't talk about this, soshyan. I believe you. Your willingness to share this secret with me means that you have an essential difference from that Huron. It proves that you have never put your personal desires above loyalty, but others may not think so. In this galaxy, everyone is used to speculating about others with the greatest malice."

"So I hope you can keep it a secret for me."

Mazar nodded.

"It's natural. I just remind you not to trust others. Don't tell a third person about it."

"Can't the malakin brothers?"

"He --"

Lord Mazar showed a puzzled expression.

"Why mention him? He doesn't seem to have any connection with it."

"I have an idea for a long time."

Soshyan carefully considered his words, and Mazar opposite was very interested.

"Tell me."

"At the end of this forty thousand year, all kinds of heresies and aliens have become more and more active. It seems that each battle group has fallen into the quagmire of hard struggle. I have a hunch that some drastic change may come... If we continue to work alone, the situation of each battle group will only get worse and worse. This is the moment when we need to unite most."

Mazar narrowed his eyes slightly.

"You mean --"

"I propose to establish a loose and equal alliance. We support each other, regularly share intelligence, exchange materials and conduct joint exercises. On the premise of not violating the laws of the Empire and being loyal to the golden throne, if any combat group is attacked, other combat groups must provide unconditional support. When there is a great threat, the alliance will launch a joint action, which will be carried out by the members of the alliance Vote together to decide who the Supreme Commander is. "

After listening, Mazar was silent for about a minute, then stroked his chin and responded slowly.

"It's a little interesting."

"This is just a preliminary idea."

"I think it's a bit of a play. What's your name for this alliance?"

Soshyan thought for a moment and replied:

"It's called the suffering alliance."