Storm Field, Planet Nesson 4, Star Knights' Chapter Monastery Fortress
The screening of a new batch of recruits from the Knights of the Star Realm has ended. This screening is entirely led by the tenth company commander Armin and the priest. In addition to the local children of Nesson 4, the participants also have orphans brought by the battle group from Amyddoton.
This is the third selection of the Astral Knights since they arrived at Nesson 4. There are more places to be selected than the previous two times, with a total of one thousand people, and in the end, three hundred lucky ones will be produced.
Not only has the number of places increased, the selection criteria have also been slightly relaxed, and the requirements for candidates are no longer as strict as before.
Some people have complained about this, but in the context of the urgent need for the expansion of the army, some opposition cannot change anything - in the conflict between the Armicodon war and the subsequent Minotao, the Astral Knights fought continuously, killing more than 60 people, which can be regarded as a trauma.
Similarly, although the selection process has been optimized many times and is not as cruel as the initial one, deaths and injuries are still inevitable.
Finally, when three hundred exhausted boys stepped out of the selection field, their future destiny was already doomed.
One of the things that all boys want to do most after the selection is to have a good sleep. The selection of seven days and seven nights is too torture, and everyone's physical strength and energy have reached their limits.
They have three days to rest, and then a series of physical enhancement modulation will be performed to increase their survival rate during the subsequent transformation process. This is one of Valer's experiences summarized over the years - physical fitness modulation before the transformation is effective.
For most battle groups, during short and precious rest periods, warriors usually choose to spend in their own private rooms.
However, this guideline does not apply to recruits, who always keep moving in groups until they become the real Astartes.
Therefore, the recruit camps in the fortress area often have three functions: sanctuary, armory and dormitory. Slave workers and servants also live here in order to serve this group of young warriors with all their hearts and utmost strength.
However, that night, a certain area of the recruits' dormitory was a bit unusual.
A strong figure hurriedly passed by, his eyes were cold, just like cold frost.
One of the fully armed servants was scanning the boy passing through the room. When its mechanical prosthetic eyes identified the identity of the person, a dull and dull sound came out of its mouth.
His name is Herbert Lough, a boy who also achieved excellent results in the cruel selection, and his family had a Astat 50 years ago and is currently serving in the fourth company.
Herbert tiptoed to the side of a bed, looked at the boy lying on the bed, who was one head shorter than himself, narrowed his eyes dangerously, and then pulled out a silver knife from his boots.
"Jacob."
He shouted softly, while his fingers unconsciously clenched the hilt of the knife.
An unspeakable impulse roared into his mind, clamoring, urging him to cut open the body of the annoying bottom nest in front of him, let his blood flow to the ground, and satisfy his revenge.
But the boy from Amydodon's Nest was not moving at all. Even though the salty smell of sweat spread from the other person was poured into his nose, it was mixed with the sharp metal smell of the unique murderous intent of the blade, he was still full of eyes.
I don't even bother to open my eyes.
"Jacob."
Herbert's voice was pressed down very low, his teeth clenched together.
"If you don't get out, I will use your broken knife to dig out both of your eyes."
Suddenly, Jacob opened his eyes, there was no emotion inside, and he was extremely cold.
"I don't think so."
Herbert's eyes hopped and slid aside. The short knife turned back and forth between his fingers, with an elegant and skillful posture, like a magician dancing at a banquet.
“We have to talk.”
Jacob finally sat up, and now he felt particularly uncomfortable all over, especially his shoulders and spine, which must have been red and swollen, and each pain brought to him was comparable to a small wound.
I have to say that the other party is really good at choosing opportunities, and it is perfectly ruining his extremely hard-earned rest.
But this was not what he was most annoying. What annoyed him the most was that the other party interrupted his dream. He had just dreamed of his mother and the father he had once hated and hated but finally admired - at that time, he was just a nest in his memory, but in the end he dragged the broken gangs.
The scene of his body fighting bloody battle with the green beast in the smoke of gunpowder was deeply engraved in his mind.
This is also the reason why he chose to be an Astate.
“…I have something to say.”
"Ah, you despicable guy, you are eager to pursue victory, and even betray the people of your team, but there is nothing to be ashamed to say it, right?"
"If you have anything else besides pretending to be like this, I'll ask you to speak quickly."
Upon hearing this, Herbert pretended to shake his head, as if he had never seen such a tragic thing before.
"You're really selfish, you've stole the qualifications you shouldn't be, and you're not ashamed of it."
Jacob grabbed his metal skull headdress, tied his long black hair behind his head, and tied it up, and put it over the hair that fell on his cheek.
This is one of the typical hairstyles for young members of Hades Nest Gang.
"You woke me up just to say this?"
"No, I woke you up to challenge you."
Herbert turned the weapon in his hand, which was nimble at his fingertips, and silver light was like a waterfall.
Then he glanced at the dormitory and, as he thought, the others left quietly half an hour ago. Now he is the only one here, with the person in front of him.
Jacob shook his head. His upper body was naked, and he was wearing only a pair of leather pants. His dark body was covered with scars, as if he was silently telling the battle the boy had experienced.
"I want to guess the reason why you suddenly ran to the duel in the middle of the night?"
The muscles and tendons trembled almost invisibly for a moment, Herbert's short blade swung suddenly, and the smooth and cold edges scratched Jacob's skin - if he hadn't instinctively shrank his head, it would have been enough to cut off his ears.
Herbert grinned, not a smile.
"You are just a foreign nest, and you secretly climbed onto the warship. Suddenly you think you can become Astarte and transform into the most powerful, fierce, and smartest warrior in humans."
"So what bothers you is that I'm going to be Astarte?"
"When it comes to this, should we review your performance? We also look higher than the top."
The light fell on Herbert's teeth and a pure white halo was slightly lit.
"Ha, if you're worried that you're becoming less dazzling, why don't you try to make you stronger, more fierce, and smarter?"
"It's really sharp-tongued."
Herbert's voice is hoarse and sweet,
"It's a pity how sad it would be to give birth to a freak like you."
The next second, Jacob's movements were also quick and fierce. The knife originally placed in the calf scabbard appeared in his palm instantly, aiming the tip at Herbert's neck.
Herbert's reaction was also very fast. He used the knife in his hand to block the deadly sharp edge, but this time he still made him a little scared and took two steps back.