"I feel sorry for the tragedy of this warrior, but this is an execution order signed by the 'three elders'. No one can overturn it, not even the people from the Ministry of Internal Affairs."
Geng, the eldest son of the Supreme Judge, is a typical Azure Dragon Knight. He looks modest and elegant on the outside, but he is very principled in his heart.
"What about this?" Shankara, wearing a floor-length cloak, haughtily raised a folded purple silk oracle in his hand.
Zi Geng straightened up immediately, with a strange expression of surprise on his originally cold face.
"It's snowing. It rarely snows in the Neckar Ring. When I was a kid, I always looked forward to snowing in the winter."
Kalki stretched out his hand and saw the crystal clear and delicate snowflakes melting into a small drop of water in the palm of his hand.
He stood in the darkness, the wind mixed with snowflakes was so cold, and the ridges of the distant mountains began to become vaguely clear.
"It's going to be daybreak..." He whispered softly, suddenly feeling a dizzying feeling of lethargy, and his consciousness felt like being pushed to a cliff, then pulled back.
The three staff members and a group of robot prison guards watched the blond man in a red robe slowly kneel down on the snow, knowing that the drug had taken effect.
After being injected with euthanasia, Kalki was allowed to walk out of the huge square door of the prison. If he wanted to die in the snowy wilderness, there would be nothing wrong with it. The low temperature would make him coma and die faster.
The winter snow in Dewahuan was thick and soft, not too cold. He could no longer control his body and could only lie sideways on the snow layer like a thick blanket.
Snowflakes were flying and clinging to his eyelashes, and his eyes seemed to be getting brighter and brighter. He could not feel any pain, but felt very calm.
Everything was very quiet, with only the sound of the wind blowing gently. Compared with the soldiers who died in space, he was very lucky to be able to die slowly on the solid ground of the planet where he was born. The medicine had a strong
The calming effect, he opened his eyes and only felt the light shining in the darkness.
There is a man's figure swaying in the light, and the dark blue eyes in the dream are looking at him——
"Varuna, my brother..."
The past years are like a song, the happiest chapter, spent with the young Varuna. Varuna turned around, and Kalki ran after him. They were in the garden of the "Thala Yestera"
Chase around, shout for joy, and play in the snow.
The snow-capped mountains stand quietly in the distance, so majestic and sacred against the backdrop of the azure blue sky.
Under a huge apricot tree, blooming like a brocade, a black-haired girl wearing a red gauze stood under the tree with falling petals.
A boy's dream, a sweet dream that made him intoxicated...
"Kalki! It's me!" Shankara grabbed his slowly stretched out hand and pulled him up from the cold snow. "I didn't expect you to be so eager to die. Before the sun rises..."
Seeing that Kalki was willing to die in the dark and snowy wilderness, like a homeless dog, Shankara was furious. He grabbed the extremely sleepy Kalki, stretched out his hand and slapped him hard.
Slap him twice hard.
The extreme drowsiness can be reduced a lot by the white tiger knight's fierce whipping. Kalki, who looked confused, stared at the man in front of him with wide eyes.
"Shankara...is that you?"
Although the sun has not yet risen and the first ray of sunlight has not yet appeared, the sky has turned from dark to light and milky white. Although his eyes are blurred by sleep, he can clearly recognize his friend.
Shankara's originally clear eyes were bloodshot, and his face was filled with an expression of unusual anger and sadness. His hair was combed casually, and traces of stray hair were disheveled on both sides of his face, stained by falling snowflakes.
On dark brown hair.
"There is no use in escaping. The Holy Sanctuary contains any antidote that the whole universe can collect. Some people are afraid that the whole world will plot against him." Shankara took out a leech-type syringe from the sleeve pocket of his burqa. Just as he was about to inject it into
When it hit Kalki's white neck, Kalki suddenly knocked the needle away with a wave of his hand.
"You don't want to live?! I've done so much for you, and I exposed myself...you don't want to live?!"
"Yes! If you continue to live, all that's left will be humiliation, endless..." Kalki gasped and woke up for a moment.
"Humiliation is also a necessary path in life. Can you only be exalted and glorified? Our grand leader... three times a day, all the knights in the Trayest Mausoleum will kneel down to you. You Carl
Can Ji just be aloof?" Shankara, who had worked hard all night, had obviously lost his patience and started yelling at Kalki who was lying in the snow.
"You gave up so easily, where did you leave us subordinates? We have fought with you for so long, and now we are randomly assigned and marginalized by other regiments. Have you ever thought about us? You are not alone. We put
All hopes and futures are on you. As long as you give the order, we will attack your enemies at any time... In Grendel, blood flowed into the river, Oswald died on the tourney, and Asker was seriously injured.
, you know? We all fought our lives for you! You bastard actually died when you said you would die, and gave up when you said you would give up!"
"I tried my best to keep you away from the trap. I stopped you from being with that woman, but you still fell in love with her. I designed to keep you away from the fighting field, but you would rather accept Laishman's help with ulterior motives! You are too much
You are so self-righteous that you have made too many mistakes..."
This venting roar in the wind and snow made Kalki freeze for a moment in surprise. Taking this opportunity, Shankara quickly took out another leech-type syringe and hit him on the neck.
"I am a staff officer, and I will always have a plan B." He said softly.
"I hate myself for who I am now. This is not what I should be like..." This struggle had left him exhausted and unable to move.
"If you choose to self-destruct, you will only make your enemies gloat! Stand up! Stand up! If you die like a wild dog in the snow, no one will sympathize with you. Stop doing stupid things that make enemies hate you.
, you have a lot of value, but you only act on your own impulse!"
"Value?...Am I still valuable now?" Kalki's teeth chattered as he spoke. It was obvious that his body was no longer paralyzed and he could feel the coldness of the morning.
"Emperor Plato has exchanged your death sentence for serving in the Punishment Legion."
"Punishment Legion?" Kalki's eyes widened and he gasped, "Interstellar exile, cannon fodder forever exiled on the front line..."
"Yes, the Punishment Legion is a remnant force that cannot return to Plato's homeland. It can only fight on the front line until it is killed." Shankara helped Kalki's shoulders, "But at least you are alive. If you are alive, there will be hope."