Chapter 91 Morning Prayer in the Tomb of Trayestra
A Killer Whale-400 laser missile hit the office from the outer wall of the transparent steel frame. With a loud bang, the office where Lancer Xu once stood was engulfed by a huge explosion.
When he learned that his colleagues at work that day had suffered heavy casualties, he almost had a nervous breakdown.
His superior leader died like this. Although Major Chen was an incompetent person who was just trying to make ends meet within the system, he was humorous and kind, and had worked hard for half his life to reach this position.
Lancer kept flipping through pages of information about the deaths of the General Staff. Many, many different people, men, women, old and young, from different races. More than 8,000 people died like this. Within half an hour——
If he was not stranded at the 166P reconstruction base that day, but returned with the fleet and went to work at the small desk in the 15th office every day, would he also become one of the avatars that day?
"To be honest, I'm really afraid of the Platos, especially those knights..." Lancer looked very sad, "Karki broke into the Sands base alone and massacred more than 300 defenders. Thomas Ball...
The former knight, leading such a small force, was able to severely damage the Gaia army and the government in one day, causing 180,000 casualties... They are such ruthless killing machines, a combination of gods and cultists, it is impossible to see
Mortals are like ants. If the Gaians cannot resist with all their strength, will we be slaughtered by the Platons?"
Xuanji looked at his nervous and frightened expression, and these words made her feel mixed.
"I am from Plato, are you afraid of me?" she asked softly.
"Well... the Ministry of War suffered heavy losses, and the combat dispatch was in chaos," Lancer said, acting like the king was talking about him. "As a result, the Plato Senate took advantage of the crisis and ordered the seizure of our important Messier military.
Base, now the rich mineral area in the Centauri M17 asteroid belt is an important source of energy for Manxing City. If these nearly 20 rich mineral areas are destroyed, the consequences will be disastrous. This is a broken window effect. If this happens again and again
If the land is taken advantage of by the Platos, the energy that maintains the prosperity of Star City will slowly be extinguished, and this huge star will lose its brilliance..."
"I thought you had always regarded joining the army as a job, and I have never heard you so firmly oppose the Platos." Xuanji also looked melancholy, feeling that she was alienated from Fa Xiao.
"I'm just speaking out of my feelings. You grew up in Gaia, and I didn't say anything about you..." Lancer immediately started to get nervous, "To say that the Commander-in-Chief of Messier Base is also a Plato, and now everyone on the front line
With him holding on, as long as the Seventh Fleet can rendezvous with the defenders as planned, he will be able to withstand it."
Even so, after being randomly replaced and dragged to the front line, Second Lieutenant Xu leaned back and held his head in his hands, still looking worried.
After they came out of the "Sea of Clouds", they walked to the indoor shopping street together. There are shopping streets everywhere in Mangxing City, and consumption is the daily first choice of citizens.
"Xuanji, why have you never had a mission?" He asked suddenly, her combat mission was too easy.
"Oh... I have filed a discharge report..." Her eyes were still red and she looked lost.
She couldn't tell Lancer that she had just completed her mission to accompany Kalki.
"Will you come to see me off tomorrow?"
"I don't feel well..."
She has changed. In the past, she was as sunny and carefree as a teenager, but a depressive temperament deeply entered her soul.
"Lancer, if you meet Kalki on the battlefield..." She suddenly took the initiative to mention him, turned slightly sideways, and a light shone through the curtain wall behind her, shrouding her in shadow, "Kill him for me.
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Xuanji is very tall and is wearing high heels today. Lancer feels like he is looking up to her. She suddenly becomes completely unrecognizable and more like a Platonic warrior, which is scary.
Seeing Lancer completely stunned, she moved closer to him and said, "I know you can do it." Her eyes were so deep, like the deepest place in the universe.
In her morning dream, her heart was completely broken and she fell into the darkness of despair.
She placed all her love and hope on a man. But this man gave up on her. After he returned to Plato, it would be a natural thing for him to hold the hand of another woman and enter the palace of marriage.
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If such a thing really happened, she would rather he die, so that he would belong to her forever, and they would love each other happily forever in their shared paradise, under the apricot tree with blooming flowers like a dream—— p>
"Xuanji!"
Kalki called softly, turned around on the bed and woke up.
He dreamed of her again, and her despair, pain, and even hatred for him seemed to travel through time and space.
He abandoned her like this and left her alone on that bed. Before, they thought it would be a happy and sweet wedding night - he returned to "Trayes Mausoleum" and belonged to the Knights of the White Tiger.
One of the 24 Bukharas, it is also recognized as the highest-level Bukhara.
He, the grand leader of the White Tiger Knights, sleeps in a large collective dormitory room with 36 beds, just like the monks in distant ancient times. His two servants sleep on the beds on both sides. It is not yet dark.
Liang, they are all sleeping soundly.
Everyone is covered with a pure white quilt, like a group of sleeping angels, with their hands outside the quilt. This is the code of conduct for unmarried knights and retinues. Everyone is the purest ascetic and never crosses the line.
One step.
Kalki raised his body slightly and saw that everyone was sleeping quietly. Everyone was young, innocent and extremely handsome.
Such a monotonous and peaceful life was so familiar and yet so strange. He lay down. Too many things had happened in the past month or so, which made his mind disturbed and he no longer looked like the person he used to be.
Originally, he would get up at five o'clock every day, and then use this time to wander around. This is his own time. But now he just wants to lie like this. Occasionally, he will think of her body and how she feels...<
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The grand master's bed is as hard as everyone else's. Sleeping for a long time can make young people's bodies upright. This is the smell of the Knights, a cold style of military asceticism that is everywhere
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Kalki was fantasizing like this when suddenly an urgent ringing of bells rang, breaking the silence of the early morning.
There was an administrator wearing a white cloak, his face mysteriously hidden, holding a rattle in his hand, striding through the passage in the middle of each dormitory, waking up every young man.
Because Bukhara is very large, several administrators work separately and at the same time. Every morning at Tra Yestera Mausoleum starts with the noisy wake-up bell.
Kalki quickly lifted off the quilt and stood up. Everyone also stood up immediately, and then knelt on the hard floor next to the bed in unison to pray.
"May the Supreme God grant victory to Plato's army, and may the saint be healthy and wise forever..."
Everyone lowered their long hair and prayed in unison.
"Please hear our prayer."
This kind of life scene that looks like a medieval armed monastic order is really a wonder in the era of cosmic war!
As soon as the short morning prayer was over, everyone lined up neatly and went to their individual bathrooms to shower and change clothes. Every morning it was so tense and orderly.
The young knights looked at themselves in the mirror. Each one was so handsome and energetic. A few decades ago, knights still had to comb their buns by themselves. Now an invisible energy magnetic field will suck up their long hair and pull it away.
Their hair is perfectly docile and neatly combed.
Then they will gather and go to the Great Prayer Hall in Bukhara.
For the grand leader, there are a lot more red tapes. Kalki needs to have his hair combed by a servant. The ingenious Daksha is a little uncomfortable because his hair is too short and he can only comb it with a hair tie.<
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Sheldon arranged the Sheva robe for him, and the two servants were busy helping him put on his shoes, tie his belt, straighten his clothes, etc., to perfection.
Everything was too familiar. When he was 10 years old, he began to perform this kind of getting-up process in the Thra Yestera Mausoleum as the attendant of Captain Ephritus. However, he was a busy attendant at that time. Twenty years later, he became
Became the grand leader and became the person to be served during the wake-up ceremony.
Life here is like ancient time and space, going round and round, everyone is so peaceful and focused, just like the order of heaven.
All the chaos in Mangxing City, including her, has disappeared.
It is the privilege of the grand leader to be the last one to enter the large prayer room. The rules of the Knights require lower-ranking servants and knights to enter first and stand on both sides, waiting for high-ranking commanders to slowly enter.
Behind the three young deacons and attendants were the two captains Rahula and Krishna and a large group of attendants. All the knights, attendants and boys present bowed in greeting.
Finally, the two servants of the Grand Master, Daksha held up a long sword with a black scabbard dotted with a string of dark gold swastikas, followed by Sheldon holding up a kite shield.
The shield was painted with a black eagle on a gold background. Two handsome blond page boys opened the way for the grand leader with a solemn gait. Kalki, wearing a crimson robe, walked in with a proud attitude. All attendees knelt down on one knee.
This is a sign of obedience to the authority of the Grand Master.
Kalki walked straight to the high-step platform at the front, followed by many of his entourages - twelve military retinues headed by Rahu, the military retinue chief, Siddha, the valet chief, and Shankara, the chief of staff, etc., a very large group
Follower group.
The two captains were waiting for him there. On the lower platform were the deacons and other senior military personnel, their servants, and others. This is the Knights, and the hierarchy is always clear.
The back of the grand leader became the focus of everyone's attention. A bright light from top to bottom enveloped his tall figure. He stretched out his arms in a gesture of prayer, and then all those present signaled the beginning.
Finally, they all knelt down, put their hands together, and began to pray.
At the same time, the huge and spacious prayer room will create a dreamlike light and shadow similar to a Gothic church, alternating light and dark, just like the stone pillars of an ancient temple projected on the marble floor, and then slowly changing from dark to light, and the shadows
It will slowly disappear like disappearing.
Finally, huge light will be released, and everything will become brilliant.
The contents of daily prayers are almost the same: praying for the victory of Plato's army fighting on the front line and defeating the enemy; praying for the companions and comrades who died in the battle and have ascended to heaven to bless their expedition, and for the eternal unity of their souls with "The One"; for Plato
The government fulfills its duties and enforces justice; it prays for the emperor’s sanctity...
The entire prayer process is silent and unguided. Everyone kneels on the ground, clasping their hands in front of their chests, and praying silently in their hearts. At this time, the entire prayer room will fall into a heaven-like silence, but an extremely sacred atmosphere.
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This mysterious prayer ceremony was performed three times a day, morning, noon and evening. Kalki lived like a monk in Bukhara for twenty years, except for fighting.
He straightened his body and knelt in an extremely heroic posture. The light slowly brightened from the top of his head, and everything became so bright and white. In his mind, he thought of the relief of the Mithras statue under the Dragon Pagoda Temple of Bon Religion.
, I thought of the majestic Mount Kailash in the dark night...
Thinking of her...
"Goddess of Nirvana..." He couldn't help but mutter to himself.
Binaga, the chief priest of the knights who controlled the process and time of the ceremony, winked at the two page boys closest to the grand master.
Prayer can only last for 10 minutes. Today the Grand Master prayed a little longer. Nearly 3,000 people present were waiting for him. If he didn’t get up, no one could.
"Lord, please get up quickly." His servant Daksha reminded him softly from behind.
Karki stood up immediately, and then according to the order of exit, the grand leader was the first to leave the large prayer room.
The spirit of the Knights is rigorous, requiring precise arrangements at every moment, absolute obedience, and absolute rigidity.
This extremely sacred and extremely monotonous life is an imitation and tribute to the life of the ancient Teutonic Knights, which Gaia soldiers cannot imagine or understand.
This is the reason why Plato's four knights have a lofty status, especially the White Tiger Knights. Plato's space fleet also abides by strict military discipline, but it is not like this silent in the holy and pious atmosphere of thousands of years ago.
Afterwards, the knights lined up neatly and went to the restaurant to have breakfast together.
The large-scale collective canteen looks very neat under the bright lights. Everything is in order, just like an ancient monastery. There are long tables and long benches. There is a standard long table and long benches at the top, which is the most eye-catching position.
Naturally, it belongs to the head of the group.
After everyone is seated, Kalki needs to complete a ceremony in full view of everyone.
Daksha brought him a basin of water in a brass washbasin, and the grand leader washed his hands in it. Then Sheldon brought him a white towel. After wiping it clean, everyone could eat together.
There are three meals a day in Tra Yestera Mausoleum, which all start with the Grand Master's hand-washing ceremony. Just like everything, everything is religious and everything has symbolic meaning.
Once eating begins, the solemn and solemn atmosphere begins to weaken. Discipline allows everyone to whisper to each other while eating. This is an opportunity for soldiers to cultivate their feelings, so the dining atmosphere is not only not formal, but often quite lively.