Chapter 693

Callistolius thought for a moment, but he wasn't sure what Dante was going to say to himself.

After thousands of years of experience, the head of astat war held the shoulder of the think tank, turned around together and stared at St. Gilles, who faced the demons in front of the gate of eternity.

"Before the great rebellion, people had an incredible fear of psychics. Many wanted to see such people expelled, imprisoned and weakened, believing that they would release something more disgusting. Then these voices became stronger and eventually led to the emperor's ban."

"Nicaea ban..."

Calistaliu said an old word. It was because of this ban that the think tank once disappeared from the astat Legion.

"But even under such circumstances, the protoplasm still didn't give up those soldiers with psychic talents. I think you must remember that sentence. It was directly engraved on the wall of the War Regiment archives." think tank brothers are very important to us. They fought side by side with me before the advent of the Empire. As long as I can pick up the sword, they will always be like this "for thousands of years It hasn't changed. "

Callista remained silent.

"Brother, I believe in you and trust your strength. You don't have to worry about what you think and see. I'm glad to accept your outspoken words."

The think tank hesitated for a while and finally whispered:

"My divination... Saw some dark signs, different from the green skin, I guess... There are troubles on amegiddoton that we don't see."

Hearing this, Dante's eyes suddenly became sharp.

"Can you be specific? What do you see?"

"In fact, I don't see anything. Those are just... Just vague omens."

The battle leader of the Holy Blood Angel battle regiment was silent. He looked back at the mural, thought and recalled.

"It's not easy to be here."

Finally, he jumped out such a sentence.

Calista looked at him, not knowing what he was referring to.

"Brother callistoliu, when did you become astat?"

Dante suddenly asked him a slightly strange question, but he didn't think much and answered immediately.

"Standard Tera calendar 509.m41."

"That's it. There was a war in amegiddoton 60 years before you served."

Calista blinked.

"But there is no record in the archives."

"That war... Has too many secrets and stains to be recorded."

But Ding shook his head.

In the standard Tera calendar 444.m41, armed rebellion broke out suddenly in the six nests of hamigiddoton. Although most of the rebellion was suppressed, the scope of the rebellion in the remaining nests became larger and larger.

Just as the local guards were busy suppressing, a huge abandoned ship with a demon army broke through sub space and reached the amegiddoton orbit, which was led by the genetic plasma of the Devourer legion, one of the rebel legions.

As soon as the demon protoplasm appeared, the amegiddoton planet almost fell. Fortunately, the reinforcements sent by the space wolf battle group arrived in amegiddoton in time. The two sides fought fiercely on the planet's ground, but the space wolf could not match the power of the demon protoplasm and retreated one after another.

At the critical moment, the Empire invested a mysterious force to turn the situation around in an instant and disperse the evil mother.

The space wolves immediately reacted and destroyed the chaotic nest, but after screening, the residents of amegiddoton were driven into huge labor camps, which were isolated from other inhabited cities, and the residents had to spend the rest of their lives in these labor camps.

Some residents who tried to escape the planet were attacked by the Imperial Navy controlled by the judge, but were stopped by the space wolf, and a violent conflict broke out between the two sides.

"This --"

After listening to the whole event, Calista didn't know what to say for a while.

There is no record of the occurrence of demon plasma. I'm afraid the "conflict" mentioned by Dante is not just a conflict.

"That mysterious force, after all..."

"Don't ask."

Dante interrupted him seriously.

"If you meet them in person or become the director of a think tank, you will naturally know. Before that, don't ask or try to explore."

"I see."

Seeing his head's serious expression, calistan knew he shouldn't ask any more.

Then Dante looked a little slower.

"If you tell the story, you may not have so many ideas, will you?"

"Yes, thank you, commander Zhan. I understand my responsibility."

"That's good. I'm going to see the war leader of the white Holy Church later. Come, too."

"Yes."

When the shuttle went through the slender hull belly of the ship and climbed towards the towers where the bridge was located, Randall noticed the almost perfect decoration on the upper edge of the ship's side and hull plating - the golden human face with finely carved curly hair, the bronze pattern deep into the nozzle panel, and the huge superstructure woven by pure art.

The Holy Blood angel is worthy of being a master of art and killing, while most imperial fist or extreme warrior regiments are more adapted to the pragmatic style.

Then, the shuttle floated into a cave like hangar entrance, and several phalanxes of Holy Blood Angel soldiers were waiting as honor guards. The leader was a soldier covered with pure gold red terminator armor, which glittered under the hangar light. The battle armor was as exquisite as other things in the ship, polished to the extent that people thought it must be made of glass.

The soldier did not wear a helmet, and his face was angular, like one of the statues surrounded by pilasters and coarse velvet.

This is also a legend, the first company commander of the Holy Blood Angel battle regiment, bar shield Karan.

He has been the commander of the Holy Blood Angel company for two centuries. During his service, he fought with countless enemies. The most famous is to destroy the doomsday of the space junk Vogt, the holy Purgatory and the twilight shield, and kill a Nazu demon.

After the shuttle stopped, Randall stepped down from the illuminated shuttle, accompanied by a company commander and a priest commander, and a small escort composed of four soldiers dressed in Terminator armor.

Karan nodded and said:

"Welcome to the sword of vengeance. Randall Blanchard, commander of the battle. I'm Karan, commander of the first company of the Holy Blood Angel battle regiment. The commander of the battle is eager to meet you."

"It's a great honor."

Then, guided by a company commander, Randall crossed the apron and went all the way to the reception hall of the warship.

Dante had already waited there, wearing the iconic golden armor, holding the death mask in one hand and the battle axe hanging around his waist in the other hand.

He was surrounded by several senior members of the regiment.

"Welcome, commander Randall Blanchard."

"Hello, dear commander Dan dingzhan."

Dante extended his right hand to Randall, and the other party immediately reached out and held it tightly.

"It's my pleasure to meet you."

Dante seemed surprised by Randall's words.

"Pleasure?"

"Yes, I heard about you when I was a scout."

Dante looked up and smiled.

"Look, it sounds like I'm an antique in the museum."

Everyone laughed, and the originally tense atmosphere became very harmonious.