The Blade Feast lasted until late at night, and the decisive battle unfolded between the Black Hall and the Crimson Fist.
After twenty minutes of fierce battle, the champion of the Black Church, Swordsman Rafaelle Bravo, defeated the champion of the Scarlet Fist Art Rickett and won the championship of this feast with his better endurance and toughness.
For Ustad, losing to the other side seems to be less uncomfortable.
In the witness of everyone, Rafaele Bravo, on behalf of the Black Church, took over the Sword of Sebatus and announced the end of this blade feast.
All the champions participating in the competition also received a medal to keep as a souvenir.
The next time we meet is a hundred years later, but I don’t know how many people will be able to reappear in this place.
For Astarte, living and dying day by day is the norm. Perhaps the people I met today are separated by yin and yang in a flash.
Perhaps because of this, there was a faint feeling of sorrow at the celebration banquet.
At the lively banquet, Soshiyang met many empire heroes who had outstanding achievements and were famous. They were very interested in Soshiyang, who had achieved many achievements at a young age. Of course, some people asked about Ustad's swordsmanship, but Soshiyang was fooled by Soshiyang.
To his surprise, the Tianshi Team vaguely revealed the intention of joining the Alliance of Suffering.
However, their internal opinions have not been unified yet, so Soshiyan could only express that they would welcome them to visit the Victory Seal at any time.
There was another strange thing in the meantime.
It was the people from the White Temple who suddenly found Soshiyan and invited him mysteriously to meet their commander.
Although he didn't know what the other party wanted to do, he did not refuse.
At this time, it was midnight in Inwitter that in the sky, besides the twinkling stars, there were large aurora-
Suddenly, a figure in a cloak walked across a plain that was once a mountain peak. The lights emitted by a monastery that was comparable to the city had colored the night sky. The tail flames of the warship engines were brighter than the stars in the night sky. A large number of transport aircraft and large shuttles passed by the edge of the horizon, leaving an orange track.
On the sheep intestine path, there was no living thing except the flames on the pillars on both sides swaying in the wind.
The figure stopped and turned around and looked back.
He could see far, and the darkness was nowhere to hide under his eyes. The gunboats and airships were busy, transporting the personnel and equipment one after another, and the lights moved between the parking tarmacs.
A burst of laughter in the distance came with the change of the wind direction. For a moment, he thought he could hear the boring jokes that caused laughter.
In his mind, a picture of a warrior slapping another warrior on the back.
In the huge banquet hall, soldiers from the same bloodline were sharing brotherhood.
He listened for a long time.
The wind blew up again, shaking the subtle laughter to blur, and sparks jumped out of the burning grease.
Theirs are theirs, but he cannot understand them.
Thinking of this, the man turned around and continued walking along the empty avenue.
As soon as the sun rises, the warriors gathered here will go their separate ways. Invit, the former mother star of the Empire Fist, will continue to remain silent as it was in the past.
But now, he is the only one walking alone.
A marble peak ahead broke through the ground and replaced the original hill. In the distant past, countless craftsmen worked endlessly, decorating the symbols of victory and power: on the statue of Dorn holding a sharp sword.
But now there is empty and speechless, and the majesty of the Marble Mountain briefly converges at night.
The man stared at the outline of the statue and continued walking.
There is no one here, nor any mark of glory in the past. The Imperial Fist has given up on their home planet, only the glimmer of light flashing in the darkness and the dust that is swept by the breeze.
Walking into the shadow cast by the statue, he heard a familiar buzz, and the slight sound of the carefully crafted armor vibrated in his ears.
He stopped and turned his eyes to the deeper darkness in the middle of the statue.
Five Terminators stand in the dark, and most people cannot see them.
He declared his identity with a phrase, and the Terminators hesitated for a moment and removed the alert posture.
"Hello, Randall Blancad's commander."
A voice came from the darkness.
The man in the cloak turned around and the fire illuminated his body.
This is an Astat, wearing a gorgeous milky white armor, but the breastplate and shoulder armor are black, with white arrow-tailed crosses imprinted on it.
He did not wear a helmet, had a gloomy face, a deep scar on his chin, and his black hair on his head was somewhat similar to Soshiyang, and even his appearance was three or four points similar to Soshiyang, except that his eyes looked red in the flames.
The man looked directly at the person hiding in the dark and raised his eyebrows.
"Good meeting, the commander of Soshiyan Arikshay."
Then, Soshiyan stepped out of the darkness and waved his hand to allow the five bodyguards to retreat a hundred meters away.
“This is our first time meeting.”
Soshiyang smiled.
"But it feels very familiar."
“So I do.”
Randall's smile seemed dry.
"Can you talk?"
Soshiyang nodded.
They stepped on an open staircase and extended upwards, and they walked side by side and began to climb.
"Mutari felt a force during the duel."
After a while, Randall suddenly spoke:
“I was surprised at first.”
Although Soshiyang was calm on the surface, he was a little nervous inside.
"Our power comes from the Emperor, nothing special."
"You feel uneasy, I'm sure."
Randall suddenly laughed, and Soshiyang then glanced at the person walking beside him.
"I don't quite understand what you mean?"
The commander of the White Temple chuckled.
"Actually, I don't understand very well."
The two of them calmed down again and continued to climb up.
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Flags were hung on huge stone pillars, each with symbols woven with wire: a clenched black iron fist.
Randall paused for a while, looked at the flag, and then the two of them came to a terrace.
In the night sky, the plains extend far away, and the lights from the buildings appear in front of them, and the stars are dispersed by the power armor on their bodies.
The wind was strong, and Randall leaned against the railing, his cloak roaring.
"brother."
In the end, he spoke.
"When you call them by this word, is there a little awkwardness inside because you know you're lying."
Soshyang lowered his head and stared at Dorn Square, which was very far away from them.
"What do you want to say?"
"I'm not their brother."
"you....."
Randall looked up and smiled.
"Just like you."
Soshiyang's eyes immediately became sharp, but Randall did not avoid his gaze.
After a while, Soshiyang turned to the beginning.
"Maybe."
Randall raised his eyebrows, but remained silent.
"What do you... know?"
Randall's face shrouded in shadow, and soon disappeared without answering.
Suddenly, a strong wind blew the flags creaked.
"Actually I don't know what."
It was Soshiyang's turn to raise his eyebrows.
"This kind of puzzle is boring."
"That's right."
Randall nodded, his expression on his face did not change, then straightened his body and turned away from the fence.
"You know what I want to say is true, but I still want to say...We all have huge secrets on our shoulders. This secret makes you and I can't speak. I just hope we can have a better understanding. After all... we may be the real brothers."
"Landor, you-"
"I think we've said enough."
Randall began to step away, and the armor made a slight sound.
"Good night, Soshyan Alexey Commander, I hope that if you have time in the future, you can go to the Sanctuary Star. Then... maybe there will be an answer to the doubts in your hearts."
Soshiyang did not move, he still looked at the disappearing back of the other party, and the stars and firelights were reflected in his eyes.
After a long silence, he straightened his body and turned around and left.
In the night, the statue of the Primrose Dorn still stands quietly...