The huge Senate door slowly opened, and a huge bright light was cast from the outside, covering Kalki who was striding forward.
He was wearing the ceremonial armor he used to attend Senate meetings, and the silver light shone in the light, making him as heroic as a god.
Pieces of pure white rose petals fell from his armor, and there was still a piece of white rose petals flying like snow outside the door. These were the maids of various human races in the Forbidden Palace who were throwing themselves at him when he passed the long steps.
Sprinkling white rose petals sideways towards him.
What a beautiful scene this is. The girl is wearing a simple and thin white dress, with various skin tones and hair colors under the light. The petals and the folds of the dress draw graceful arcs in the wind.
The beauty of the ritual reached its peak in Plato, but what was swaying in front of his eyes at this moment was the rows of white body bags in Messier's temporary morgue, superimposed on the white rose petals.
In the extremely grand circular dome-style Senate Hall, sacred light pillars shot in from all angles above, and a bright light shone on Kalki who was kneeling on one knee in front of the "Seven Governments".
For today's ceremony, he wore a hairstyle similar to that of a retinue, with shoulder-length hair hanging down his shoulders, shining as brightly as gold in the light.
Privy Councilor Xuanyuan Zeng, who was dressed in black robes, used his hands in a special suspended form to bring a laurel wreath of green laurel leaves with golden ribbons to the center of everyone's attention in the light.
The two elegant blond servants of the group leader performed ceremonial auxiliary actions. Daksha put a laurel wreath made of green laurel leaves on his head, dragged the golden ribbon from behind and arranged it. Another servant arranged the ceremony for him.
He put on a crimson cloak.
Then he stood up, turned around solemnly, and showed himself to the hundreds of Plato elders present.
What a majestic and handsome general standing under the beam of light. The beautifully woven laurel leaves intersect in a ring on his head, complementing his blond hair. His face is solemn and quiet, and his dark brown eyebrows are heroic and upturned, with deep eyebrows.
His eyes are blue, and his nose is as straight and beautiful as a sculpture, just like the person in the painting. Even among Plato's nobles, who are famous for their beauty and tallness, it is enough to make people stare with bated breath.
The senators whispered to each other and praised this "flower of knights" one after another.
Kalki looked around with his usual calm and arrogant eyes. He had used his brilliant achievements to wash away the shame of being demoted, proving that he was still Plato's best general and a well-deserved "number one general."
"Sirius..." He heard an older senior commander of the Fourteenth Fleet "Hohenstaufen" with blond hair and graying temples say softly.
Son of Sirius, go to war!
Thorin's last words echoed in his ears. Ashla is a legend and a myth. No matter how he chases, when he reaches the top, there is always a person standing there.
"We all suffered losses in Messier, but our honor was taken away by the White Tiger Knights. The arrangement of the Military Privy Council is slightly inappropriate." Yinghuo, the Grand Master of Qinglong, who has the highest political status among the four Grand Masters, said with slight dissatisfaction.
Tepewu, the leader of the Xuanwu Regiment on the side, said softly.
Ila, the leader of the White Tigers who was sitting opposite Yinghuo, glared at him and said unceremoniously: "The White Tiger Knights shed the most blood, and the fleet attacked 25 mining bases alone, bringing the most loot, and their military exploits are brilliant. How can this be true?
Can you compare it?"
"Ira, although you have been promoted to Grand Commander now, Kalki's foundation is strong and he is still in charge of the Trayest Mausoleum. Don't you feel that you have no real power?" Yinghuo's black eyes flashed with provocation.
The light.
"I am a well-deserved grand leader. Even your predecessor would not dare to be so presumptuous in front of me, because I have seen your disastrous defeat in the third Ketuo." Ila immediately responded calmly. p>
Yinghuo's face turned embarrassed, he slapped his hand on the armrest and stopped talking.
As Plato's two largest political forces, the competition between the "Blue Dragon" and the "White Tiger" has become public.
Although Plato's nobles pride themselves on being as perfect as gods, in fact, they will also be jealous and hurt each other, especially because they have very strong emotions, which will make the confrontation more serious.
After each military operation, the commendation is extremely special and rare, and without exception it ends with a collective cremation.
In the crematorium dedicated to the White Tiger Knights, where you can hear the waves of the Hauervatat Sea and the cries of seabirds, the corpses of 165 knights were neatly placed in a huge crematorium that resembled an amphitheater.
In the middle of the field.
Everyone lay on a separate cremation platform. The unmarried knights wore plain white sheva robes to indicate their status as "ascetics", while the married knights wore toga robes.
Their bodies were covered with beautiful garlands of various flowers, so numerous that when the breeze blew, they exuded bursts of fragrance, making death exude a strange sense of beauty.
At a glance, there are far more unmarried young knights than married knights. In fact, the number of killed in battle is also much higher. These are just the lucky ones who have intact bodies. When space knights die in battle as transforming fighter pilots, they often die in battle.
Turning into cosmic dust or mutilated limbs, there is no one to restrain them, so there is no such a decent funeral.
The knights attending the funeral stood neatly on the arc-shaped steps, with a circle of magnificent white stone pillars behind them.
Ira, the grand leader wearing a black robe, stood in a prominent position in the center, flanked by unmarried knights in white robes and married knights in black robes on both sides: Kalki, Rahula, and Krishna.
The white robe stood on one side, and the newly married Lakshmana leader stood in black robe on the other side among the group of married knights.
The funerals of Plato's knights were solemn and quiet, just like the general tone of their lives.
Among the dead was Deacon Narada, the highest-ranking commander who died in Messier. He was wearing a white robe and looked so young. His face was as pale as if he had applied a thick layer of white powder, but his chestnut-blond hair was still there.
Flashing in the sun, the war has taken away too many young lives, too many.
Kalki held a laurel crown in his hand and walked slowly down the stairs. He passed through the cremation platform of the fallen soldiers and solemnly placed the laurel crown he had just received, representing the highest honor of Plato's military commander, on Narada's chest. p>
"The death of one person is the end of a world." He said slowly, inadvertently showing a sad expression.
Narada was his beloved general. He still remembered that this was his first year as Grand Master, and the handsome young man standing in front of him during the first knight promotion ceremony, his eyes illuminated by the dark fire.
So bright.
He is a young man who is always full of energy. Many people praise him as "Little Kalki". Narada was also promoted to deacon during his tenure as grand master. This ending world is also his role as grand master.
The drift of long memory.
"It is these young people who died in the battle who should receive the laurel crown as a reward. I actually deserve it." He turned around and faced everyone.
If Deacon Narada hadn't led the charge to the surface and countered the onslaught of Gaia's ground forces, his risky plan to directly attack the underground fortifications might have been a military disaster.
While Narada was killed in battle, he returned in triumph and received the highest honor of Plato's general.
"This is the honor they deserved in the Battle of Messier. I give this honor back to them and let them take it to another world." Kalki spread his hands as solemnly as a preacher.
"Goodbye, friends, we will meet again eventually."
He looked around for the last time, and took a final look at the body of the young deacon with sad eyes.
After Kalki exited, a clear spring surged out, forming a narrow river-like waterway, dividing the crematorium and the steps area where the living stood.
At Ila's signal, the priest Sean operated the ion display screen, and fierce raging fire shot up from the cremation platform under each deceased person. The long-term war made Plato's cremation technology perfect, and within ten seconds
The body can be burned cleanly.
In silence, the knights watched as their companions and comrades-in-arms who once lived with them were reduced to ashes in the raging fire...
Kalki can no longer remember how many post-war cremation ceremonies he has participated in. It seems to be a part of his life. He has witnessed it again and again since he was a page boy of Captain Vriuda at the age of ten.
Vritra was stern by nature and often scolded him, but even for such a person, he saw him shed tears in front of the body of the dead squire...
The most unforgettable thing for him was Varuna's funeral. He kept kissing his dead friend. His friends thought he was crazy and shouted his name to persuade him to be sensible. The commander Ravana directly ordered him to die.
Pulled away from the crematorium.
So, almost a few friends worked together to pull him, lest he lose his mind and throw himself into the fire. They hugged him with their hands and pulled him, so that he could watch Varuna covered in garlands turn to ashes in the flames. From that day on, he felt that half of his soul was dead. He was no longer living for himself, but breathing for Varuna.
Until that girl with strong martial arts skills and full of vitality walked into his heart——
His heart was forever lost in the brilliant apricot blossoms at the foot of the Gangdise Mountains. She was wearing a red dress, and he lifted her red veil and swore an eternal marriage vow...
"Kalki!" Luo Hu called his name, and everyone almost dispersed, but Kalki was still in a daze.
The grand leader and several group leaders gathered around to look at him. Kalki looked pale, as if he was immersed in his own world.
"You are too tired and exhausted." Commander Ila said with concern, "Everyone knows that your fighter plane was shot down in the Battle of Messier, you suffered serious injuries, and you have Cambyses syndrome.
The danger. Alvi told me that you have been injured too frequently in the past three months, and you were also seriously injured when you escaped from Gaia. You have reached the limit of your body. Kalki, you must cultivate yourself."
"Yes, you need to go to the medical room every day for 'brain hydrotherapy', but you still train with high intensity. You are not a machine, Kalki, you work too hard!" Captain Krishna also seemed to care about him. p>
"Kalki, you are getting married soon. You have to protect yourself. There is still a long future ahead." Captain Lashmana has a leisurely demeanor.
"Yes, we can't kill all the enemies. The most important thing is your own health. You need to rest, Kalki." Rahula was very concerned about him, "Leave those Gaia fleets to me."
As a result, all of his combat missions before his marriage were canceled by Commander Ila, and the intensity of his daily training was also reduced to the lowest level.
He must be a healthy and happy groom, regenerating a strong warrior for Plato...
The thought of marriage as a political task suffocated him.
He desperately escaped from the Star City in order to get rid of his status as a prisoner of war. When he returned to Plato, he also felt tightly bound. This kind of restraint was so natural and necessary in the first 29 years of his life, but now it makes him full of emotions.
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As night falls, the huge building complex of "Trayes Mausoleum" turns into a towering dark silhouette in the dark red twilight.
The young knights all go to bed very early. They must go to bed as soon as it gets dark every day, so as to give them sufficient rest.
The same procedure as getting up in the morning. All the young people in white nightgown knelt beside the bed and prayed for the health of the saint and for the peace and tranquility of Plato. Then everyone climbed into their single beds and stood together.
Sleep in tranquility.
Everyone consciously put their hands outside the quilt and fell asleep like a long-haired angel.
In the early morning, the hand bells that awakened the knights rang loudly again, and a new day began again.
In fact, Kalki had woken up long ago, but he had been lying in bed imagining all kinds of happiness with Xuanji... he could fantasize over and over in his mind.
He is a disguised "ascetic" who is no longer pure and innocent. Only an increasingly cold heart maintains his body until the day he walks on the marriage altar.
After breakfast, Kalki went to the garden of Bukhara alone.
This is a beautiful scene imitating a medieval monastery garden. There are rows of towering double marble columns on both sides, and an exquisite fountain in the middle. It sprays clear arcs one after another, and finally turns into flowing spring water, running through the entire garden in straight lines.
, lined with all kinds of colorful flowers, so beautiful.
Over more than four centuries, Plato's gardeners cultivated a large number of new varieties of flowers to decorate this beautiful planet. All kinds of exotic flowers and plants bloomed in Plato's garden every season, a system that originally hated art.
, but loves beauty so much that art becomes life.
Here, with every step you take, the scenery is changing. Everything is as beautiful as a painting. In the corner, there are stretching wisterias or strong and entangled ancient roses. He walked gently over,
Feel this silence, the beauty of silence like a palace in the sky.
Precious flowers and rare herbs bloom beside the flawless white marble steps. Those huge interstellar lilies of the valley shine with colorful neon light in the sun, exuding a fragrant fragrance in the gentle breeze, floating from the side.
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As he climbed down the steps, the blue Maya Lake spread out in front of him. Rows of white stone pillars still stood on the edge of the lake. White swans and various water birds gracefully rowed across the calm lake. Occasionally, a few birds could be heard.
The melodious calls of waterfowl were heard. Fine pink and purple fallen flowers floated in the ripples near the shore.
No matter how fierce the battle thousands of light years away, this place will always be as beautiful as a fairyland.