He even lowered his head to press his mouth with the cuff of his uniform and coughed softly, which aroused laughter from the older knights around him.
His closest friends sitting on both sides were busy asking him questions, and Siddha even stood up and gave him a glass of water.
"Your girl still loves you."
Everyone still makes fun of the two of them as always. Even though Siddha has grown into a handsome and tough knight, his old love for Kalki will still be teased.
"Kalki, don't participate in the joust." Shankara, who was sitting on his left hand, put his hand on his shoulder and touched his ear.
"Hmph." Kalki sneered, "I'm already past the age of participating in martial arts competitions."
"Then you promise me that you will stay calm when you meet Yinghuo."
He looked back at his former chief of staff with wide blue eyes.
"How can this be?"
"You must, Kalki, there is no choice."
"Come! Have another cup! Fill it up!" Deacon Kalki generously handed out his empty cup and drank it in one gulp amidst the cheers of the crowd. This time he was completely adapted to it and looked extremely happy, with a smile on his face.
The proud smile has turned away from the depression at the beginning.
"Will you get drunk if you drink too much of this stuff?" he asked loudly.
"How could it be? Unless you are pretending to be drunk!" Dagu saw that he was finally happy and became interested.
"Kalki, listen to me! The dead will not come back, you have to think about yourself!"
Shankara could only raise his voice in the commotion, but was drowned in the din of the knights.
"Kalki used to be nicknamed 'Mad Dog,' don't mind." Lakshmana said to the supreme commander of the Third Fleet. He and Kalki were knights of the same generation, so they knew each other better.
"He has changed a bit. At that time, he was absolutely calm, absolutely focused, and absolutely weighed the pros and cons." Mursili narrowed his eyes, "Now, he is more like... a dying person."[1]
The two group leaders exchanged glances with each other, while the other side of the long table was bustling with excitement.
In a dark corner of a drone room in the new floating base "Grendel", Shankara solemnly handed something to Iansha.
"Why did you bring me here? What is this?" Iansha looked at the delicate capsule in his hand in surprise.
"This medicine will make Kalki seriously ill, so that he will not do anything stupid." The former chief of staff lowered his dark green eyes and seemed to be talking.
"What? You want me to drug my master?" Iansha was shocked. "This violates military law and the oath of loyalty. Where will it put me?"
"It's not that serious. In this way, he will miss the entire welcoming stage of the martial arts competition. I will think of a solution for the rest."
"Sankara, I find that you always have a lot of bad ideas." Iansha's temperament is frank and straightforward, and can even be regarded as loyal and honest. "Last time you asked me to attack Kalki and his lover... As a result, Kalki finally
Violation of discipline, does it make sense for us to do this?"
"It doesn't matter whether it makes sense or not. I just try my best to be a blocker and prevent Kalki from destroying himself out of revenge."
Iansha was silent for a moment and said: "This won't work. The White Tiger Knight will not get sick. Any fever or the like will be detected by the body, which will affect his health evaluation and force him to retire earlier. Moreover, Kalki is
The strongest among us is like a pure-blooded stallion... Is this medicine reliable?"
"Don't worry, I have calculated everything. It will only make his wound bleed, and he will definitely go to the medical room for treatment. Saxo has already taken control of the place. He will be sent to the cell renewal same-frequency resonance machine for treatment.
, everything is so normal... But this time he will fall asleep, and Saxo will let him sleep for three days like he is in a sleeping bed before waking up again. By this time, the competition will be over..."
"Why do you have to let Kalki miss the competition?" Iansha asked in confusion.
"I have a feeling that he wants to avenge those who died in the Battle of K290 outside Messier... Kalki will avenge them at all costs to avenge the unfair treatment he received in the Senate... He will never
Let go of anyone who has hurt you..." Shankara's eyes shone with a dark light, like a dark night covering a forest.
"He is actually very kind, even tolerant. He is not someone who spends money and money." In a year of getting along with each other, Iansha has become one of Kalki's most loyal followers. Like many people, he was attracted by Kalki.
Captivated by a natural charm.
"This is his surface, or in other words, who he used to be, but now, everything has changed..."
Shankara paused for a moment, and the scene of that night appeared in his mind. He would never forget what Kalki said in his cloak at night at the Dragon Pagoda Temple:
Fate is so cruel, we are like jesters.
From that night on, everything took a terrible turn.
"Iansha, believe me, I just want to protect him."
Just like that, everything went according to plan.
At breakfast, the medicine was administered as fast as lightning, and it instantly dissolved in the ice mineral water that Kalki loved to drink.
"Damn it! What's going on?!" The day's training was about to begin. Halfway through changing clothes, Kalki lowered his head and found that his left shoulder was wet. When he touched it with his hand, there were blood stains on his fingers. "It's obviously healed. Even
You can’t even see the scars, why is it bleeding again?”
"Oh my God! Kalki! Let's go to the medical room quickly...the frontline medical treatment is too sloppy, you need better treatment!" Iansha called out extremely nervously, and hurriedly and Asik surrounded him to the delivery room.
Saxo was really there, with an indescribable subtle expression on his face.
"Kalki, lie down, trust me, you won't leave even a scratch." Saxo quickly operated the equipment after he lay down on it.
Everything was so perfect, he fell asleep in the sleeping bed, eyes closed tightly, and his expression was peaceful, just like a sleeping blond king.
Yinghuo's arrival came sooner than expected, as if he couldn't wait to show his glory in front of those who were replaced.
The first-level flagship, the dazzling crimson "Zhurong", slowly docked on the virus-spiked connecting bridge of the "Grendel" base, but the grand leader of the Blue Dragon Knights was not on his flagship.
Grand Commander Yinghuo was wearing a light lapis lazuli space battle armor, riding astride his commander-level fighter "Jingwei", descending on the city in a more arrogant manner than the famously arrogant White Tiger Knight.
On the new base.
A large group of senior commanders who were waiting for his arrival stood there, looking through the transparent floor-to-ceiling windows as the Qinglong fighter planes transformed into four hundred space dragons and flew rapidly around the new base with a huge and terrifying momentum, as if they were about to attack at any time.
The same as the enemy.
"Now, the Blue Dragon Knights are at their peak." Commander-in-Chief Mursili raised his head and murmured to himself.
[1] Moribundus, "dying man" is a superstition among Plato's soldiers. Soldiers often behave abnormally before dying in battle. If you like Mithraic Deed, please save it: (www.sodu777.net) Mithraic Deed search and reading
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