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Chapter 379 Order is the beginning

"Es gibt nichts hier,wir k?nnen nur zu sterben warten." (There is nothing here but waiting to die.)

With a blunt German word, a very old veteran warrior came over. He was tall and intimidating, with greasy silver-gray hair that was tied loosely. He was wearing the same knight's robe as Kalki, but his blue robe was stained.

, obviously it has not been changed for a long time.

Kalki looked at his face intently. It was a typical face of an old White Tiger knight. It had a similar demeanor to those old knights who were responsible for logistics management in Marburg, but it looked much older. Those old knights could still

The original hair color can be vaguely recognized, and some of the back contours even look quite young, and there are not many wrinkles on his face. However, the muscles on this old soldier's face are loose, the wrinkles are like knife carvings, and there are eye-catching scars.

There was a deep scar on his right eyelid, causing the entire eyelid to droop, but it could not hide the gloomy light of his blue-gray eyes.

This face of an old soldier who had truly experienced the suffering of the battle touched him, and he could not imagine that he would have to follow the same path and die here.

"Die Ordung." (Order) The new leader also categorically said a German word, "What is needed here is order. Order is the beginning of everything, otherwise it will be nothingness."

"Lack of order is also a kind of order. People who are owed by fate can only bite each other like hungry wolves. At least, this is also a kind of equality."

"I'm here, I'm here, I am order." Kalki shouted forcefully, "Robotic gendarme! Robot gendarme!"

This group of lax soldiers who were making fun of each other suddenly heard the new regiment leader calling for the robot military police, and they suddenly started to make a fuss.

"How is this going?!"

"What does this bastard want?! Damn it!"

The soldiers instinctively became nervous. Many of them quickly threw their cigarette butts on the ground and began to use the worn-out weapons at hand.

"Hi! We were just meeting the new leader for a joke."

Seeing dozens of 2-meter-tall robot military police filing in from behind, those soldiers who had a careless attitude at first started to panic.

"Put down your weapons! Obey all my orders! From now on, any disobedience to my orders will be regarded as a violation of military regulations!" Kalki roared with great majesty, his blue eyes flashing like ice.

Faced with the intimidation of dozens of robot gendarmes, some people voluntarily put down their weapons, but there are still some who are stubborn and resist.

"Hoto, put down your weapons quickly! This guy is not a good guy!" A soldier quickly persuaded a young man next to him with curly black hair, bronze skin, and an unusually masculine appearance.

"It's nothing to directly attack the military police on us! What does he think of us? Bah! I really think that the regiment leader can do whatever he wants to us! The disciplinary regiment is a place of spontaneous order, and we are free people. It is best for him to stay aside and be honest.

Hold on!" Retou was obviously very angry at the new regiment leader's tough attitude and was unwilling to put down his weapon.

The few soldiers who were attached to Hotou still pointed their guns at the new regiment leader with the encouragement of their boss.

"Stop! You can't do this!" The old knight standing on Kalki's right also warned him solemnly, "Here are people who are not afraid of death. You don't want to cause a mutiny on the first day you take office."

Kalki glanced at him and ignored him. Instead, he pulled out the laser sword worn on his waist with a gesture so fast that he could hardly see it clearly. He turned the sword instantly to form a protective light shield. Two seconds later, this light

The shield disappeared into the air.

"I, Chalki, am the most murderous soldier in Plato's history."

His deep and majestic voice echoed in the increasingly quiet hall, and everyone was amazed by the speed of his skills.

"If you dare to resist my orders, I will throw you into the time and space prison 'Avizi'[1]. If you dare to hurt me, then I will kill you without mercy." He held a blue-purple laser sword.

, said clearly word by word, "But as long as you are willing to obey my orders, I will treat you as brothers who share life and death. I swear in the name of Plato's Knight!"

Everyone was overwhelmed by his strong momentum, and the atmosphere of ridicule and ridicule was completely gone when the new leader arrived.

"What on earth are you doing?!" Hotou yelled.

As they continued to threaten the group leader with guns from a distance, the two artificial intelligence military police disarmed the hot head and his subordinates. They only resisted verbally and cursed, and did not dare to take action in the face of the powerful weapon configuration of the robot military police.

"Plato's army has never really abolished corporal punishment, especially the punishment regiment." Kalki said coldly, "Tie these people to the whipping platform and give each of them 50 lashes."

"Bring me the chair." He turned to his subordinates and ordered.

Immediately, they hurriedly moved a pure black mechanical chair with its legs spread out.

As a result, the six soldiers who had resisted the regiment commander were stripped of their shirts, tied with transparent gravitational waves, and fixed on six flogging platforms. Kalki sat upright, watching the artificial intelligence military police robot use electro-optical whips

Beat these six people wildly.

Everyone watched this scene as a warning in silence. Flashes of light were like flying snakes, and screams were endless. However, Kalki looked so calm, raising his long neck high, calmly watching the splatter of blood and flesh.

scene.

He is no longer the innocent young man bathing in the sun. He will decisively eliminate all obstacles and ruthlessly.

Everyone looked at him with fearful eyes, and he felt the eyes coming at him like daggers, but he didn't care. He just sat elegantly, resting his arms on the floating armrests, like an arrogant and proud man.

The cold-blooded king.

"What's your name?" He turned to the old knight and asked softly,

"Buckstein."

"This name doesn't sound like a White Tiger Knight." Kalki's voice was calm and soft, which was in contrast to the screams and moans coming from the front.

"Everyone can give themselves a new name. This is the tradition of the Punishment Corps." Buckstein said, "This is not Plato. Everyone should forget the name given to them by the system. People should have one and choose it for themselves.

My name is Buckstein."

"Okay, Buckstein, then I will appoint you as the commander-in-chief of the punishment regiment. You can report to me the status of the soldiers at any time. You can always follow me."

Backstein was stunned for a moment and said, "I will do everything as you ask."

He came here, punished and rewarded people, established a hierarchy, and established order.

In this way, Kalki became the king of the punishment regiment, and once again became the supreme commander in a place far away from Plato.

[1] The Sanskrit word avici means hell where the soul suffers forever.


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