When Kalki changed into the regular uniform of a knight's robe and stood in front of the members of the medical team, Cleo patted him on the shoulder with appreciation.
"Captain, we have diagnosed that you do not suffer from Cambyses' syndrome. Your nightmares are caused by other reasons." Saxo said with a friendly smile, "The neurons in the brain are similar to the structure of the universe. We humans are very sensitive to both.
Both of them know very little, although we are all using both of them to continue the life of the race."
After receiving the news that everything was normal, Kalki breathed a sigh of relief. Although his position was awkward, he still didn't want to be transferred to the fleet system so early.
While he was watching the medical intelligent assistant robot of the medical team storing his various body data, he suddenly felt a slight tremor coming from the ground under his feet.
"What's going on?" The group leader looked surprised.
He was not the only one to feel the trembling earthquake. Almost all the doctors present looked around in surprise, and began to whisper in slight panic.
"The HO-52 dwarf planet where the Keto base is located should be a pure rock planet." Kalki opened his blue eyes wide, "There has never been any record of geological activities. I have to find the internal security department quickly.
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The three-dimensional bust image of Chuck, the chief engineering commander of the Ceto Base, appeared on the projection screen. He was wearing the uniform of the construction department and looked extremely anxious.
"What? Another unexplained ground collapse?" Commander Kalki, now the highest-ranking commander of the garrison, has become the de facto temporary commander-in-chief of the Keto base. Shankara, the chief of staff standing next to him, has been
As a supervisor, he was transferred to the security department.
"Yes, the Versa underground military industrial base is far more troublesome than expected..." Chuck replied cautiously, "It just caused the overturning of three construction cantilever groups, and 15 of our workers suffered varying degrees of serious injuries.
Hurt."
"Shankara, can the security department find out the reason?" He turned to ask his confidants.
"The latest stratigraphic scan I can get now shows that it is roughly 8.9 kilometers underground. In this area, there may be a certain degree of uncompacted geological structure." Shankara came forward to do some operations and displayed a scan.
Color abnormal area.
"We have known about this problem for a long time, and the thing is like this." Chuck frowned, looking worried, "Since the design drawings were prepared by Plato's Design Institute, we only discovered that there was a problem underground after we started construction. At first, we thought it was
It is a very small problem. The structural problems of the strata can be compensated for by various technical methods, but we have tried these. Now it seems that the problem is more serious and complicated than imagined..."
"Won't it affect the quality and speed of construction?" Kalki asked seriously.
"We are still in the normal progress of construction, but..." Because he is always supervising the work day and night, Chuck's eyes are filled with bloodshot eyes, "The main reason is that this abnormal area seems to be moving..."
"What? What's going on?" Young Shankara said a little uneasily.
Kalki stared at this and some surrounding scanning abnormalities, "We must report to the Senate, and you need to make plans to re-select the site for construction."
"Then there won't be enough time! In fact, our base will be attacked by the Gaians at any time." Chuck became excited.
"I'm just saying that you should be mentally prepared. It shouldn't be difficult to explore 9 kilometers underground now. It's best to respond after you understand the situation." Captain Kalki said calmly.
"We have sent detection robots three times, but all of them have never returned and lost contact... So, this is definitely not a normal situation! It seems like there is some animal..." The construction commander seemed to be getting more and more excited and outrageous as he spoke.
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"Chuck, calm down and try again."
"Captain, you don't know the construction situation. We have rebuilt the support layer underground to artificially isolate this unstable zone. In other words, it is no longer possible to directly enter the unstable zone from above."
"Okay, I understand. You continue the construction. We will report the abnormal situation to the Senate first."
The communication between the two parties ends.
"What is this tremor coming from the ground?" Kalki heard Shankara muttering to himself.
The garrison competition field at Ketuo Base has just been built, and the young garrison soldiers all came to this spacious venue to discuss and exchange ideas during the boring period.
"Shikinir, are you okay?"
Kalki's retinue Swalin rushed to help up Shikinil who was knocked to the ground. Shikinil with brown-blond hair was one of the retinues of Captain Krishna.
Nasta, the champion of the last martial arts competition, stood in front of him in martial arts uniform, put the long stick in his hand on the ground, and gave the two a fist salute.
"Accepted."
Nasta's attitude was Eastern-style humility, but there was still a slightly proud smile on his lips.
"Nasta actually defeated a white tiger knight in a stick battle!"
"There really is this guy!"
"Oh my god! Shikinir was knocked to the ground."
There was a stir of soft discussion at the scene.
To everyone's surprise, the underage Nasta was not only able to take the lead in group battles, but was also a master of stick techniques.
Since the warriors of the "Blue Dragon" faction do not know how to use German long swords, the two sides mainly use long sticks to compete in martial arts. In the stick duel just now, the always conceited Schijnir was shaken because he blocked the opponent's raindrop blows.
He lost his center of gravity and sat down on the ground. Swalin, who went to the same flight school as him, quickly went to help him up.
All the "White Tiger" knights and retinues present looked at each other in shock. They did not expect that the "Media" fleet would have such powerful martial artists. They originally thought that classical martial arts were forbidden to the knights.
Originally, only children who were judged by "Logos" to be suitable to become knights would start learning martial arts at the age of 4 and embark on the road of joining the army in a medieval way. Therefore, the knights would be far superior in terms of body and fighting skills.
As an ordinary special forces soldier in the fleet, Nasta, who looks like a mixed race, simply subverts normal perceptions.
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"Knights, who else among you can challenge me?"
Compared with the White Tiger Knight, this young special soldier is not tall, but he exudes an aura of extreme confidence.
A tall man wearing a Sheva robe walked over from the distant outfield, and the White Tiger Knights all raised their heads.
"I'll do it!" Kalki said loudly.
"Captain Kalki! Are you kidding me? This is a competition for young people!" Someone shouted at him.
They did not expect that a leader of the White Tigers would participate in a classical martial arts competition. Stick skills are considered a very minor competition. Even if Kalki participates in a cold weapon competition, he should also participate in a long sword competition at the level of a master at the same level as himself.
But he just took the long stick that Shikinir dropped on the ground and walked towards Nasta.
"Let your brothers come with you!" the regiment leader commanded Nasta majestically, and glanced at Dathra who was aside, "Come here!"
"It turns out that Kalki is going to fight two!"
"One against two, so exciting!"
Both observers became excited, whispering to each other, and many people began to gather. Kalki's reputation spread far and wide, and everyone was very interested in his cold weapon competition.
Dashra quickly took out a long stick and prepared to fight. He couldn't hide his joy at being able to compete with the legendary "Plato's First Warrior" and moved very quickly.
The two sides stood on both sides and greeted each other. The twins, who were wearing the martial arts uniforms of the Qinglong sect, performed a fist-cup salute. Kalki, who was wearing a knight's robe, put his right hand on his left shoulder and bowed to his opponent with medieval etiquette.
Although they all wear clothes with a double-breasted design, there is a difference between the left lapel and the right lapel. Just like Plato's two most important factions, no matter how harmonious they are on the surface, there is always a suspicion of secret competition.
"Here we go!" More and more bystanders gathered and started whispering to each other.
It can be seen that Kalki is much taller than the twins, but he squats very steadily on the very low horse stance. He is very confident in the cold weapon duel. Unlike group battles, which do not completely rely on the ability of individual soldiers, cold weapon
Martial arts competitions rely entirely on personal force. From a very young age, he almost never fails in a duel because——
He is the son of Sirius. Kalki looks at his opponent with wolf-like blue eyes.
In a moment, the two sides began to strike tentatively, and the observers immediately discovered that this was a duel between masters.
Because they had the numerical advantage at the beginning and had a tacit understanding, the twins took the initiative to attack.
The two surrounded Kalki with dazzling blows and attacked from both sides. Kalki was also agile. Since he was a boy, he had often competed with warriors from other fleets and knights in duels. Against the "Blue Dragon"
I know the stick routine very well——
They are extremely fast, but weak.
Like Schinir, he would not be tricked into guarding all the blows. He would block some very light feint blows with his elbow and only guard the actual blows, enduring the pain of some less fatal blows. p>
Therefore, the twins tried their best to move from two sides to one-sided fierce attack, and the leader was able to block it with ease. He used more powerful and effective stick blows to break this light and fast stick technique, especially against the two sides.
Dathra, the weaker one among them, disrupted their pace.
After realizing that the leader of a knighthood was far more difficult to deal with than the armed followers, the panting twins exchanged colors. Understanding each other was their greatest magic weapon.
Then, the two of them went up and struck again with a dazzling blow. When Dathra showed a flaw, Kalki immediately slashed forward with a stick. At this time, the two people quickly retreated, turned around and struck back with the stick. Unexpectedly, Kalki actually
He turned and flipped into the air to avoid the attacks from the two men.
"Wow!"
"Amazing!"
"Kalki is worthy of being the king of cold weapons!"
The captain's astonishing skills made the knights and retinues of the White Tiger Fleet present cheer.
Before he was promoted to Grand Commander at the age of 26, Kalki often participated in the fleet's cold weapon duels and had an undefeated record. He was praised as the "King of Cold Weapons".
The twins finally felt the power of this "veteran" who was 11 years older than them. White Tiger's stick skills were not as light and beautiful as theirs, but they were absolutely straight and fierce, and his moves were deadly. Kalki's physical strength was amazing, and his stick strikes were powerful.
It's so big, every stick counts for a stick, real moves are better than false moves, they can't control themselves and keep retreating when blocking.
The twins began to attack one after another, switching from offense to defense. When the two of them attacked from both sides again, Kalki turned the stick he was using to defend Nasta and hit Dasra on the calf of Dasra who was standing diagonally.<
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Dathra yelled "Ouch", held his legs, and quit the battle.
Nasta began to panic. Kalki took advantage of his height and arm length to hit Nasta on the head with his stick. Nasta blocked it with his stick, but Kalki was too strong and the sticks in their hands were instantly
Everything was interrupted with a loud noise, and Nasta sat down on the ground.
All those watching were wide-eyed. Kalki ended the battle with such a brutal and direct attack.
"Wow! Won!"
"Kalki is always the best!"
The White Tiger Knight and his followers all cheered.
"Nasta, I accept it."
Kalki smiled. After exercising, his already handsome face became more energetic and his eyes were bright and alert.
The leader stretched out his hand and pulled Nastara up gracefully. The black-haired young man was slightly annoyed and had no intention of appreciating the chivalrous demeanor of the former "most handsome grand leader".
"You struck too hard." Nasta complained.
"In the future, stop playing tricks and tricking others, and learn to hit the opponent effectively." Kalki patted the young man on the shoulder.
Facing Dasra who was limping over, Kalki also greeted him in a gentle tone, "I'm very sorry for hurting you."
This honest young man could only blush and admit defeat.
"You two are very interesting and have left a deep impression on me. We don't know each other until we fight. I hope we can meet again in the future."
He whispered to the two young people, always with the gentleness and humility in his nature.
Overall, it was calm, even a little boring, so another day at the Keto base was spent. Only the underground construction of "Velsa" encountered some trouble.
This is not a problem for him, the temporary garrison commander, because these things will eventually be solved. The sky is slowly getting dark, just like all bases, relying on artificial systems to provide naturally changing lighting, giving the body's biological clock a sense of time. "But what's the use of time?" Kalki looked at the gray sky and muttered to himself. "In a base waiting for the enemy to attack at any time, wasting life, waiting..."
He went to the dormitory bathroom to take a shower. In the small space, water rushed from all directions. He looked at the deep streak-like bruises and blood marks on his arms. All victories must come at a price, but who knows?
Are you willing to pay the price?
After drying his whole body in an instant, he put on his pajamas, walked to his cocoon-shaped bed, and prepared to fall asleep. It was like this every day, and the cycle continued. A soldier who had not fought in a war could only wait.
Then, he slowly fell into the abyss of sleep and went to another deep world...
This is a dark world, with red fluorescent groups flashing and emitting regular and uniform light like breathing, bringing some light to this completely dark world.
He slowly opened his eyes, and the dim red light allowed him to barely see. In front of him was the stiff and pale face of a dead young man, with brown hair sticking to his face, and blood flowing from his nostrils and lips.
When he came out, his head was tilted to the side in a very distorted manner, as if his head had fallen off. His eyes were slightly open, with a feeling of death, but the half-open eyes were facing him.
This is——Rama!!
He was so frightened that he immediately jumped up and sat up. For an 18-year-old boy, his reflexes were incomparably fast.
But the bottom was too soft and slippery, all liquid and muscle... He was lying in a pile of corpses, and a suffocating rotten smell rushed straight into his nostrils.