Chapter 559

Standard imperial calendar, 930.m41

Human Empire, storm domain, Nathan IV

Suffering alliance headquarters, mark of victory

Malakin's room is not only his rest room, but also his meditation place.

This place is located inside the gradually repaired victory mark. The four combat groups involved in the operation have their own garrison area, where they can build the buildings or facilities they need.

After wandering in space for so long, the Wailers finally have a "home".

After a long expedition and battle, malakin also plans to let the regiment rest for a period of time and do some inconvenient things in the ship-based era, such as the transformation of recruits.

After being pardoned by the expedition, malakin presided over the recruitment of the regiment for the first time, and collected more than 100 recruits scattered in several galaxies in the storm star domain.

For the subsequent transformation, the wailer regiment has specially established a medical area on the mark of victory, which has greatly improved the rough surgical environment in the ship based era, which can also help recruits achieve a higher success rate.

In addition, the most common thing mourners do is to conduct joint training with star knights. Although there is a training ground in the mark of victory, it is far less than the natural training ground of star knights on the planet's surface. Therefore, they often conduct joint training with star knights.

The life of the Star Warrior is simple and boring, even for malakin, the war commander, but in addition to presiding over the daily affairs of the regiment, he will also help soshyan deal with some alliance affairs.

In fact, in recent years, they have become close friends who talk about everything.

Malakin was the first in the League to know that soshyan got the blueprint of the abyss class battleship from the waste ship a week ago.

Now those data are lying in the warehouse, waiting for the right buyer.

"It's time to come, too."

Malakin looked at the time and took a deep breath.

The room was spacious and airy, much better than his room on the flagship.

Standing next to his bed was a wooden bookshelf. The old books on it were like his old friends. The familiar feeling and their contents prompted him to read them countless times.

A broken Bahr script lay next to a narrative poem, with books on philosophy crowded with words of war, surrounded by other less eye-catching books.

The incense burner made of copper hung on the wooden rafters, and a curl of white smoke was overflowing from it.

Malakin took a deep breath of the mixed fragrance, and then stood up smoothly from the cross legged meditation position.

A few hours ago, he was meditating. For the blood angel, this is a very important activity every day.

Now he is dressed in a red robe and a leather belt with a string of rosary beads hanging on it. He looks like a bitter monk.

At this time, jeman Juarez, the second company commander of the mourner, appeared at the entrance of the room, wearing vermilion armor.

"The commander of soshyang war is coming."

Malakin nodded. In fact, before the second company commander appeared, he noticed that soshyan had come outside his room.

"Invite him in."

Juarez nodded and turned away.

Then another person entered the room.

The man was tall and wore a gray robe with loose sleeves, so that he could see the twisted muscles on his arms and the undulating chest like a ridge.

In fact, the unarmed astat is even more terrible, because their body proportion is similar to that of ordinary people, but they are huge and almost alien.

There is little decoration on the robe of the comer, but the emblem of the cross of double swords is embroidered on the left chest.

But that's enough to identify him.

Commander of the star Knight war, soshyan Alexei.

Just as soshyan entered the room, malakin went behind the desk, took down a dark wine bottle and two crystal wine glasses from the wine rack on the wall, easily removed the plug and poured the corn colored clear liquid into the two glasses.

"Brother malakin, how are you recently."

Soshyan was not polite either. He sat directly on the chair opposite malakin, raised the crystal cup to his lips and sipped, enjoying the wine.

Malakin smiled and sat down in his chair.

"What do you think of the wine?"

"It tastes more refined than the wine I often drink."

Soshyan smacked his tongue.

"Mellow and thick, full of surprising details."

Malakin took a sip and replied with a sigh:

"This is a grape I found in an unknown world in the great vortex Star area. The local aborigines use it to make the most delicious wine. I learned this skill from them and made some by myself. Unfortunately, the world was destroyed by the war... Now there is only desolation left."

Soshyan blinked unexpectedly.

"I never thought you would be interested in making wine."

"Oh? Why?"

Soshyan tilted his head and wondered if malakin was joking.

In his impression, the other party is a serious person, but he occasionally tells meaningful jokes.

"How can we say that we are born for war and basically don't dabble in fields unrelated to war."

Malakin nodded and put down his glass.

"You're right. We're good at killing, but what does it have to do with our interests?"

"Interest."

Soshyan glanced around the room and glanced at the books.

"I thought your interest was mainly in old papers."

"That's just a part. In fact, whether it's art or interest, it's a part of our life."

At this time, soshyan recalled his contact with the mourners and nodded.

"Yes, you seem to be more eager in this regard."

"That's not a desire, but a necessity."

Malakin sighed.

"Every descendant of St. Gilles will inherit a certain emotion from the plasma. We can realize that this emotion is a kind of luck because we can apply it to war and art... But this passion is also accompanied by risks. St. Gilles is perfect, and although we are all born from the template of St. Gilles, we are not perfect. His strong Passion may fill one's soul and leave reason nowhere to live... One cannot easily bear the anger of a demigod. We receive a large number of gifts and each has divine power, but power and evil always accompany each other. We must also learn to control this emotion and dominate them, not be controlled by them. "

Red thirst and black anger, the curse of the descendants of St. Gilles, although this is an unspeakable secret for mortals, these are recorded in the archives for some ancient Star Warrior regiments.

These records are also to remind future generations of something to pay attention to when working with the son of St. Gilles.

"What does this have to do with your interests?"

"By learning the detailed control of workmanship, the painting method of pigment, the waving skill of hammer during carving and the writing skill of brush, we can fight against the hidden beast... We must learn how to live in beauty like St. Gilles, because all beautiful things are very important to him."

"I understand. You're imitating the way of life."

"You can say so."

"Then you must be the person who imitates most."

Soshyan raised his glass and smiled:

"To the eternal Saint Gilles."