After the outbreak of the 12-light-year-radius defensive space war, in addition to various combat units entering the storming process, military industrial units also began to work crazy overtime.
The D378 Small Arms Research Institute, located in the endless green forest of the "Deva Ring", is like a giant leaf that emits light, emitting a dazzling light day and night next to the blue lake. It is a countless honeycomb-shaped studio.
The spark of hard work.
Plato used the caste system to achieve the highest efficiency of the war machine.
However, Yerou did not have to join the production army that worked crazy overtime. She got a vacation to participate in the peace prayer ceremony in the Salavadi Bay Area.
"Do I really not need to come?" She was talking on the phone while sitting in the indoor garden of the glass house at home.
The three-dimensional projection in front of her shows Sango, the director of the research institute whom she rarely sees, instead of Director Nolani, her immediate boss of the research and development group.
"Of course, you must participate in activities in your community. The deadlines for your two armor-piercing sniper rifle and laser bow and arrow research and development projects have been postponed indefinitely."
The director's decisive answer stunned the girl who had been trained to work like a robot since she was a child.
"Yerou, you have to know that we Platons belong to our own community. After marriage, it is your community life. This is also the reason why as time goes by, there are few intermarriages between classes... Unlike us, you
The 'Neckat Ring' we live in now follows particularly complicated religious rituals." The director touched his hair unconsciously, and suddenly there were a lot of white hairs on his temples, "It is the lifestyle that distinguishes the classes. You have to learn to blend in with these nobles.
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Aren’t we Platos equal? Just as she was about to speak, the connection with the director was cut off, and she could only occupy so much of the director’s time.
Kalki once told her that Plato was becoming a real empire.
Kalki... When she thinks of him, she becomes confused. Now she is filled with longing for her husband on the front line, and sometimes she is almost paralyzed by worries.
For the first time in history, the Gaians have reached the door of the "Aryan Kingdom", but the war taking place on the front lines a few light years away is like the wind that cannot penetrate a thick wall. Plato is an eternally peaceful planet.
Forever.
Yerou walked towards the huge pool. A chilling sea breeze blew her light purple dress. She was the only one left in such a huge marble palace. She raised her head and tried her best to penetrate the endless sea with her eyes.
The sky is blue, but the sun is so bright that she can only block it with her delicate hands.
She originally resisted this empty luxurious life and rejected a husband who didn't love her in his heart, but now, she can't go back to the simple girl who lived in the girls' dormitory of the "Deva Ring" Weapons Research Institute.<
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On the coast on the other side of Salasivadi Bay, there is an unusually wide step leading to a high, snow-white platform. On the sea side stands a 40-meter-tall white stone pillar, which kind of corresponds to the "Tela"
"Yester Mausoleum" has the style of the Mayan Lakeside scenery, but it is much more spectacular and sublime.
Just overnight, these buildings that were originally used for tourists to enjoy the sea view were covered by a strange and rapidly growing phantom crystal "Prabha" [1], like a wild and crazy python flying on the pillars.
The eaves have been flying up to the nearly 100-meter dome, covering the previous open top, forming a dome that soars like thousands of flames. Under the sunlight of sunrise, this huge building is built with crystals that can grow overnight.
The temple emits a dreamlike light under the warm tones of the sunrise on the seaside. It is as clear as crystal and as bright as a diamond, exuding a beauty that does not exist in the world.
About 480 wives of senior commanders living in the Bay Area, all who do not need to undertake combat missions, will gather here to hold victory prayers for three consecutive days. This is a prayer for victory that occurs when Plato's army encounters a setback on the front line.
Ceremony.
For Yerou, the last time she prayed for victory was when she was less than 10 years old. At that time, she was still a student at a small arms school. The female teacher in charge of life supervision took a group of female students to the school's large prayer room.
For three days in a row, they prayed before going to school in the morning for the Battle of Ceto, 7,900 light-years away, which was the front line of Plato's army in a critical and bloody battle.
These female students in simple uniforms completed a short fifteen-minute prayer as if they were suspended in illusory blue time and space.
But this time, under the rising sun, the great temple that appeared overnight shone in front of her like a mountain of light floating in the light, with an incomprehensible light like flowing water. The ladies followed the huge white and flawless temple.
Climbing up the stairs, her white dress floating in the warm sea breeze, this scene was as beautiful as heaven in her eyes.
All women need to wear long white dresses for prayer ceremonies. Women under the age of thirty wear their hair loosely and wear a double-layered corolla made of white flying orchids. Women over the age of thirty
She wears her hair in a bun with braids and a translucent milky white veil.
These beautiful and tall women, who were originally at the top of human genes, walked slowly in front of a bright temple that radiated light. Their hair colors were different, but their profile lines were all very graceful, just like ancient goddesses coming to the world. At the spacious entrance of the temple, these top-level ladies of Plato entered the radiant temple with elegant steps according to the organization of their husbands' combat units. Yerou naturally followed the black-haired wife of Grand Commander Ila.
Walking in Latkrani, beside him was Yami, the wife of the leader of Lakshmana. She has a pair of round brown-green eyes, which looks smart and cute even in the solemn religious ceremony.
Yerou kept looking back at her side. Deacon Eden's wife Hilmeria had an elegant, cold and arrogant temperament, while Deacon Nahusha's wife Uta, who was enthusiastic and capable, and some of the female fleet commanders were almost absent.
They must have been sent to the front line now.
Ye Rou thought to herself: These palace maids who grew up in "Zenana" know much more etiquette than she does, and she must deal with them carefully to avoid appearing out of place.
There were 12 elderly ladies with their entire figures covered in long translucent veils, holding hanging incense burners that shone like gold in their hands. These incense burners were extremely delicate and light, as if they were designed for the slender palms of women.
With solemn steps, the milky white smoke from the incense burner swinging back and forth spreads around in the extremely spacious crystal glass-like temple, filling the overall atmosphere with an indescribable sense of mystery.
An extremely soothing fragrance penetrated Yerou's nose, like the smell of ancient amber, frankincense or rosin. She raised her head and looked at the extremely complex kaleidoscope-like structure intertwined at the top of the extremely tall sky.
Under the direct sunlight, it cast an almost rainbow halo of light on everyone. She felt like she was in a dream. She had never been in such a sacred, magnificent and extremely gorgeous religious occasion.
Suddenly, the team of ladies immersed in the religious atmosphere became panicked, and a burst of very soft whispers broke the solemn and peaceful atmosphere.