Soshyan never thought that when he came home one day, he would be greeted with a funeral.
He went down from the landing platform and turned back only once, in order to see the thunder eagle soaring into the air in a fog of dirty smoke and flying towards the clear blue sky.
There were more than a dozen aircraft taking off and landing around. After the soldiers left the cabin, they lined up to start walking off the platform. Everyone's faces were very heavy, because the monastery fortress was raided by the Dark Spirits tribe, their respective company commanders had informed them of the incident.
After years of expansion, the monastery fortress is far from being a fortress. Even the original mountain roads were built with cable cars and railways, and many square-box-like cars moved along the paved wide avenue.
The paved tracks spread on various main roads outside the monastery fortress. The tram drove along seemingly endless cables. The tram's wheel compartment was equipped with sharp-toned wheels that could choke the grooves on the tracks, allowing these vehicles with their own power sources to move around. This prevents the air around the monastery from pollution from engine exhaust gas and noise, and is replaced by the tear sounds that sound from time to time, the sound of carriage switching tracks and clicking when passing through fixed points.
These metallic loads that shuttle through the main roads come in all sizes, from small passenger vans to huge tow trucks and three-layer freight trucks.
But only the minions and auxiliary personnel of the battle group can take these means of transportation, and these are basically built for them to increase their work efficiency.
Walking through the Avenue of Glory that only Space Marines can walk, the entrance to the monastery fortress that Soshiyan came, Elena, Armin and others were already waiting there.
Elena was wearing a simple black mourning dress, and her face could be seen through the black gauze hat. Her flawless skin and black hair did not cover up the sorrow in her eyes. No matter how beautiful she was, she was covered by the sorrow that was held in her eyes.
The servants had already set up the torches, and piles of tall candles of sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial candles, emperor statues, paper offerings and resin badges were placed in every corner.
Occasionally, there will be a sound of a whip waving, but it may be just the sound of a cable.
Looking at Armin's face mixed with guilt and self-blame, Soshiyang sighed, feeling like someone stabbed him in the chest.
And in front of him, sorrow also surrounded the tenth company commander, as if everything used to make him up, that was taken out and destroyed.
"Captain of the Battle Team, I..."
Perhaps it was the first time since becoming a Space Marine, Armin's tears gushed out like pearls when he sobbed, and he couldn't stop it.
“…I didn’t fulfill my duties.”
Soshiyang stepped forward and grabbed the other person's arm.
"Then remember this regret and ask for the depraved aliens ten times in the future!"
Arming nodded, tears disappeared, leaving only a strong desire for revenge.
"I will definitely do it!"
Soshyan patted his shoulder and walked towards the gate, and he needed to see the dead soldiers with his own eyes.
Twenty-seven people, this is the last count.
When he arrived at the morgue and looked at the rows of new recruits' bodies, Soshiyang's expression almost twisted.
It’s not that he had never died of his subordinates, but some occasions were much more serious than this time. However, the simple and cruel death of these recruits made him feel extremely guilty.
Soshiyan could only barely resist the uninterrupted indignation in his heart, and there was a voice there that kept accusing that everything that happened was his fault.
At the same time, in his heart, he once again saw what the great prophet of the spiritual race had said to him-
Comoros seems to be eyeing you.
But he never took this advice completely, and even almost forgot it - until it was too late.
"I'll make all the bastards responsible pay!"
Soshiyan swore to the dead soldiers:
"must!"
"Captain of the Battle..."
Suddenly, a strange voice came, and Soshiyang turned around and saw a new recruit with a bandage wrapped around his neck looking at him.
After thinking for a while, he recalled that the recruit was named Jacob, and he was one of the adapters of Gray Cord.
“……Ms. Veronica saved us.”
Jacob hesitated for a moment and continued:
"She is a psychic, but it doesn't matter. Without her we might all die."
As he said that, he looked back at the recruits standing behind him, and then looked back at Soshiyang.
"We will definitely save her! We owe her a life."
Soshiyang nodded slightly.
"Yes, but now, let's send these brothers for the last journey."
The funeral of the Space Marines was not complicated. After mourning the dead, the soldiers escorted them to the tomb of the battle group.
The mausoleum is deep underground in the monastery fortress. When building surface buildings, skilled craftsmen carved out numerous tombs and passages, and the soldiers took heavy steps through a row of tombs prepared for them.
In addition to the tombs, there are some sculptures here. Their figures are frozen in the moment of fighting against ugly stone-carved demons or aliens. This is also their only tombstone, from Daqia to Hell's Eyes, from Amydodon to Pai Shangxing, nearly a hundred combat brothers have been buried here in just a few decades.
Soshyan walked behind the priest Yazdan, the priest wearing a full black power armor, and his face was hidden under the bronze skeleton helmet.
As a priest, he is also the guardian of the undead of the battle group, just as he is the guardian of the soul of the living.
Behind Soshyang, the fighting brothers carried the coffin, and inside were the bodies of the dead new recruits from the 10th Company, all covered with pure white shrouds.
The funeral team walked through the tomb in silence, and there were niches carved from rock formations on both sides of the extended walls. Each one was filled with a helmet or a weapon. The inscriptions visible on the floor recorded which warrior these armor and weapons came from.
Finally, they walked to a large tomb, and Soshiyang led the team into it, with many empty pedestals.
"Respecting the holy and pure human emperor, the tenth company's combat brother Cyrillo Aaron once faced the fierce and stubborn, not afraid of powerful enemies, did his best to attack, and died in a bloody battle."
The priest's voice was low and solemn, echoing throughout the tomb.
Yazdan continued to recite, all the soldiers lowered their heads, and behind them, the young recruits listened carefully to every priest's words and pondered the meaning of the eulogy.
About two hours later, the priest ended with a memorial prayer, and then the white-shelled slave closed the lid of the sarcophagus and filled the gap with soil, while turning the direction of the sarcophagus - this was to allow the deceased to find the direction to return to Terra and embark on the road leading to the embrace of the emperor.
"In His holy name and rituals, you will rest here until the throne calls upon the sacrificed warriors to serve Him again."
The last sentence of the pastor was read to the deceased, which also represents the end of the funeral.
Finally, Soshiyang spoke:
"Our determination is nothing more than to reflect His will!"
“This should be like this.”
Everyone immediately replied, and the candles around the tomb were flashing faintly—