Chapter 154: The Coming of Silence (21): The Gray Voice (Part 1)
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"Silent Steel Heart", inside the building of one of Yin Fante's five "psychedelic headquarters".
After walking for almost fifteen minutes along the hollow metal floor and a relatively hidden underground passage on the first floor of the "Silent Steel Heart" guarded by elite soldiers of the Imperial Legion, Crown Prince Yin Fante finally stood in front of him.
A sturdy steel door with a thickness of almost 17 centimeters appeared.
"Aaron, Kaiwukski, the key is in your hands, open it." The crown prince tilted his head, but his eyes did not fall on the two people in the darkness.
"Yes, Your Highness." The two said in unison.
Immediately afterwards, there was a "click-click" sound of leather shoes and standard combat boots in close contact with the ground, and after the rudder-shaped part in front of the metal door was inserted into the key and rotated clockwise, the door slowly made a sound.
A very uncomfortable metallic "sizzling" sound was turned on.
"Your Highness, the military exhibition hall is down there. As you know, this was originally a large testing ground, where the 'old technology research team' experimented with missiles and new fighter jets from the old Crusaders. But now it is silent.
After the Battle of the Highlands began, it was transformed into a headquarters and a location for strategic material reserves. Through the winding secret passages extending to various camps in the Highlands, we can easily transport weapons, food, medicine, etc. to the front line
In the hands of [warriors].”
The speaker was the new general of the empire, the quasi-marshal personally promoted by Crown Prince Yin Fante, Kaiwu Keji who had reached Dawn 2.
After the explanation, he stood in front of Yin Fante, respectfully stretched out his right hand and put his four fingers together to give Yin Fante an imperial military salute.
"This door." There was a hint of displeasure on Yin Fante's face, but after all, he was approaching the decisive battle with the three churches of the Lost, so he did not overly show his emotions in front of the general.
"The material of this door is similar to the doors of the underground vaults of the Imperial Bank and Sokla Industrial Bank, and the style is also similar. It seems that you have kept my request in mind, wholeheartedly, pay attention to details, and do everything well.
Tiny things, and then gathering these partial successes into the final victory, is the way for mankind to truly solve the crisis of the New Era and end the Wasteland Era. Kaiwukski, I made an extremely correct choice by promoting you.
As far as young generals are concerned, there are many outstanding ones, but not many are excellent in all aspects or are purely human. You are one of them. I just don’t know which sequential god you believe in?"
The crown prince issued a soul-like torture.
"Your Highness, Lord of Machinery, many [soldiers] in the army who are determined to serve the empire believe in her. Legend has it that she is the master and founder of all machines. The development of steam civilization cannot be separated from the secret promotion of gods." Kaiwu Ke
Skye answered respectfully but with a clear voice and reasoned reasoning.
"That's right. But do you know? Hidden behind the gray mist is the product of a Machine Lord. I communicated with him through an intermediary in Sogra a month ago. Unfortunately, I don't know what he has encountered now.
This is an insurmountable crisis, and I haven't heard from him for a long time. So, Kaiwukski, this is one of the reasons why I came here today." Yin Fante raised his head and looked up slightly at the underground space.
Needless to say the dim tone, due to the current limited power generation capacity, more old hanging gas lamps are used in the empty environment.
It's just that high up in the space, a position that humans can't immediately reach, a silvery-white brilliance of the silver moon shines through, giving Yin Fante a slight feeling of escaping into the world of poetry.
But immediately afterwards, without any warning, Kaiwukski suddenly took two steps forward, whispered in Yin Fante's ear and suggested:
"You have five headquarters, which is an important part of the previous campaign planning. Here, the 'Silent Steel Heart' is the largest and the most nominally important one. The other four are all at the ruins of the ancient city of 'Silence City'
It exists as a 'doubt' in the yellow sand-style underground villa. Your Highness, I suggest you move after visiting the exhibition today."
"According to reliable information, the missing person we captured is the 'Mystery', one of the twelve regular cardinals, and he is also the only regular cardinal with both a code name and a name. The Church of Dark Night is very angry about this, but they are not
We do not intend to attack by force, but have sent many "Insect Lost" to sneak in. This matter is not good for you and us. Once the command headquarters is attacked, even if the communication is interrupted for a day, we will face irreversible consequences.
as a result of."
"I understand." The Crown Prince nodded solemnly and said:
"I will only stay here until three o'clock in the morning. The Feiyue should appear tonight, right? I will wait until the Feiyue's power is at its strongest to escape. I remember that the leader of the Dark Night Church is a real careerist, and he is good at wisdom.
game, so I concluded that the time he chose to sneak attack here would be at noon, the scorching moment when they are at their weakest and we can hardly stand it."
"'Opposite thinking achieves unexpected results.' This strategy rich in Eastern aesthetics naturally does not work for us, and I will not be fooled."
Crown Prince Yin Fante said, reaching out and patting Kaiwukski's broad shoulder heavily.
Immediately afterwards, he stared at the general in front of him. For some reason, he planned to take a good look at his handsome appearance at this moment.
As an imperial general and quasi-marshal, Kaiwukski's figure must be strong but not bloated or barbaric.
His figure shows the golden ratio, his waistline is not too big, his shoulders and chest are broad, and he has a standard inverted triangle body shape.
His originally jet-black hair was half black and half white due to the impact of years of war and the occasional traumatic stress syndrome.
At less than thirty years old, his eyes had many tentacle-like bloodshot threads extending out, "wrapping and entwining" his brown eyes.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! His cheeks are angular, his cheekbones are prominent, and his nose is straight. He has the appearance of a person from the Putua Federation, but his face is crisscrossed or old, or
The brand new scar still ruined an already handsome and pretty portrait-like face.
Moreover, he is now dressed similar to Yin Fante. Except that the number of medals on his chest is far less than that of Yin Fante. He is slightly larger and taller. In comparison, it is difficult not to think of him.
Is it possible that Kaiwukski and Crown Prince Yin Fante have some extremely strong blood relationship?
"Your Highness?"
Seeing Yin Fante staring at his body in a trance, Kaiwukski reminded him in a slightly soft but very thick voice.
"Are you thinking about strategic decisions? I just heard at the door that you want to focus on the military."
"Well, that's right." Yin Fante did not deny it and said:
"I want to personally command the armies in the three directions of the highlands through telegraphs. Such an important battle here in the Silent Highlands cannot make mistakes, just like the 'Battle of Zhenetsk' and 'Battle of Sokra City' in the early New Year,"
Just like the Battle of Chekavsk, no mistakes can be made. Okay, let’s not talk about this anymore. You, Yato, and Shamoon come down with me. The other security personnel stay upstairs to guard. I believe that the three major churches
The Lost Ones won’t be able to reach here for a while.”
"Yes, Your Highness." Kaiwukski and the others nodded in response.
…
After walking down the spiral metal building for a few minutes, enduring the dizziness, Yin Fante finally came across an exhibition hall that was properly arranged, compact, and aesthetically messy.
He looked forward and saw that the empty underground space was divided into two parts by temporary walls.
In the half of the exhibition hall on the left are models made after analyzing many old Cruzeid documents. Walking along the cement floor, Yin Fante saw a missile, a jet, and a weapon called "Electromagnetic Pulse"
Rifle" a strange firearm.
After stopping in front of the glass display case, Yin Fante stretched out his fingers, pointed at the three weapons respectively, and asked in a deep voice:
"Where's the docent?"
"Your Highness, I'm here." A neatly dressed young man in a military green Imperial Legion uniform walked forward quickly and said.
"I remember that an old [soldier] was in charge of this area before. How come they were replaced?" Kaiwukski asked first.
"Back to the general, after the fall of Migov, senior Andrei, who was transferred here, was killed by the Lost two days ago. Witnesses said that his chest was penetrated by a weapon shaped like a scorpion's tail, and he lost his life on the spot."
The young man answered simply and without any emotion.
"What's your name?" Yin Fante asked indifferently.
"Ulchiko Luk, Your Highness." Urchiko replied respectfully.
"I have the impression that you are the captain of the A-035 detachment at the lower level of the Chekavsk Army. After the failure of the Battle of Kosv, you retreated to Migov. Then you followed Andre back to Chekavsk, and then they were transferred here together.
.Right? There is no deviation in my memory, right?" Yin Fante asked confidently.
"No, Your Highness." Ulchiko nodded.
"I remember that you killed the Lost One near the 'Old Generation Farmland' and when you retreated. And you know the text and history of the Old Crusted Empire very well, and the 'Old Technology Research Team' has absorbed them two days ago.
You became a temporary team member, right?"
"Yes, I have to thank His Highness for his cultivation." Ulchiko nodded very respectfully, his facial expression was very sharp, and he had the unique sense of determination of a soldier who has experienced the test of blood and fire.
"In that case," Yin Fante stretched out his right hand, touched Ulchiko's empty but warm and tough chest, which did not have any medals hanging on it, and said with a sense of affirmation:
"You are now Hurricane Level 1, and you no longer need to be a temporary member, but can become a formal member. I will now appoint you as the captain of the 'New Silent Legion', under the marshal and general, but
Can command at least 30 teams. Now the empire is developing towards a real new life, we need young generals, and more importantly, pure 'human beings' who can personally destroy the Lost."
"Thank you, Your Highness."
Having been entrusted with the important task, Ulchiko quickly knelt down on one knee and paid tribute to Yin Fante with the highest courtesy.
"Get up." Yin Fante imitated his old father and said like a real emperor:
"Missiles, aircraft and 'electromagnetic pulse rifles' are our next important development directions. I won't look at these models. I hope to see the real ones next time. By the way, Kaiwuksik, that artist Fanso is here
This is right, I want to see him."
"Okay, Your Highness."
After being guided by Kaiwukski, and walking along the curved path of the exhibition hall rich in artistic forms that clearly had no overall concept for a few minutes, Yin Fante finally arrived at the center of the entire space.
This is an area similar to a small altar. In addition to four stepped upward roads, a circle of metal guardrails painted with yellow paint is laid around a circular area one meter higher than the outside world.
Ignoring Kaiwukski's warning that "you need to be careful," Yin Fante walked straight to the altar floor, which was painted with a collection of standard geometric symbols. After standing still, he said to a thin young man in front of him with his back turned.
:
"You are Fanso, an artist who is proficient in painting and music. I remember Yato spoke highly of you. If it were in peacetime, you would be one of the best artists at the Zhnetsk Art Academy.
Your fame will also surpass that of the group of humans in the Gallic province of Ptoia who made great achievements during the 'Victoria' period."
"Your Highness Yin Fante?"
A soft male teenage voice came from the mouth of the "person" in front of me.
He jumped off the metal stool with cotton cushions, holding a paintbrush stained with black paint in one hand, and a palette filled with only black, blue and other cold-color paints in the other hand.
Pan, facing Yin Fante with a smile.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "You are Fansuo, right? Sure enough, the lost cannot be guessed by their appearance. As a cardinal of the Church of Dark Night, you are ranked
As the 'mysterious voice' of 'No. 11', your real age should be older than the 'product of the Lord of Machinery' I met in 'Grey'. Your appearance has always maintained that of a young man. I don't know why.
What does it express to humans and the lost?" Yin Fante asked curiously.
"Young man..." Fansuo coughed a few times and said:
"You have endless curiosity and a desire to explore the world. I am accustomed to the impressionist painting method. I advocate freedom and enjoy the wanton matching and integration of tones and color blocks. The doctor next to you told me yesterday that I am a bit 'Alice'
Wonderland syndrome'. But this is the source of my perception of art."
"How to understand?"
Yin Fante carefully observed the lost young man who had heavy metal shackles on his wrists and ankles, but it did not affect his movements at all. He looked at his fair and tender face, which was covered with paint and blood, and his body was temporarily covered with shackles.
He put on a clean gray mesh suit and asked with his arms crossed in front of his chest with interest.
"The normal things I see are all distorted, but the things that should be distorted are standard and straight. Just like you, Mr. Yin Fante, your face is twisted inward, like a chrysanthemum,
I can't see your true appearance clearly. Therefore, this also makes me more sensitive to sounds." Fansuo said, pointing to the semi-finished painting half hidden in the darkness behind him, and continued to "explain"
:
"This is the orange in my eyes. In your opinion, the orange should not be in bloom, but twisted and curled inward. But my eyes can penetrate the inner areas of things. I believe this is also the reason why the general put me in a state of bloom."
The reason for being captured here. However, Mr. Yin Fante, I have already emphasized that I will not serve for military and killing purposes, I can only have some artistic exchanges with you."
"Art is enough for me. In addition to meeting you today and talking about some superficial understandings related to art, I want to play the golden piano that is stained by the power of magic. I
I want to try to understand the secret of the "Sound of Confusion", so this time I chose a piece of music related to "Destiny", "Confusion", "Extraordinary" and "Gray Dream". I need you to play by my side.
Your role. Of course, I hope you can't refuse."
Yin Fante deliberately spoke in a singer's beautiful bass voice, while holding the "Time Wheel Watch" on his wrist tightly, looking at Fansuo with expectant and proud eyes.
A few seconds later, Fansuo's mouth twitched slightly, showing a helpless and painful smile, and asked:
"Which piece of music?"
Yin Fante raised his head confidently and responded:
"'Elysia: Dreamland'."
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