Chapter 110 Primary Election (Part 1)
But after thinking about it, Bahram was surprised and afraid of the anger he had generated.
He turned his face, no longer looking at those people, but looking for boys like him.
But no matter how hard he looked, he still couldn't see anyone else from the lower levels of the hive.
Suddenly, a pair of strong arms hugged him.
"Who!?"
Bahram screamed, drawing nervous laughter from the crowd.
He turned around, ready to give the person who dared to mess with him a good beating. He was now driven a little nervous by a huge fear.
“Let me go!”
Bahram shouted, swinging his arms and turning around suddenly.
"Hey! It's me!"
What appeared in front of him was Hao Mo's big yellow teeth and bad breath.
"Haoma?"
At this time, he noticed that there were almost twenty boys behind Haoma. Judging from their temperament and appearance, they should all come from the bottom of the hive city. .
“This guy’s name is Bahram, and he’s also a hive boy. I carried him from the bottom of the cliff to Graycliff Town.”
Haoma turned to the nearest boy, but the boy raised his eyebrows to show that he was not interested, and then looked away.
Bahram took a look and saw that the guy's arms were as thick as his calves. There were two crossed scars on his face and a pair of triangular eyes. He looked particularly vicious and bare. There is also a black snake tattoo on his head - there is no doubt that he is also a low-level gang member in the visitor's nest city.
More importantly, this guy was almost two heads taller than Bahram. He seriously suspected that this guy was overage.
"I have found out that today, tomorrow, and the entire week are trials."
Hao Mo shared the collected information without hesitation.
"Today is the time for the primary election."
"I have also heard that angels will select five hundred people from here and take them to the real place of trial."
Another A boy also stepped forward. He looked a little melancholy, but looking at his fingers that had been playing around his waist, Bahram concluded that this man must be a good wielder of a knife.
He once saw a very famous swordsman. When he stood, his fingers would keep moving like this.
“After the trial is over, I estimate that there will be no more than a hundred people left, maybe even less.”
"Think about it, how hard we have spent to get here, what would happen if we failed in the primary election?"
Haomo shook his head.
"How miserable that would be."
"But it is better than failing in the trial. At least those who are eliminated in the primary election can still survive."
< br>"They will kill the losers?"
Bahram asked curiously.
“I don’t know.”
The melancholy boy responded in an uncertain tone:
“But at least those who were eliminated here can still go home. ”
“Then I must not fail.”
Hearing Bahram's words, the others laughed dryly.
After experiencing a series of ordeals, all of them are less arrogant than before, but still welcome Bahram to join their ranks.
Bang——Bang——Bang——
Suddenly, three bells rang, and the boys turned their heads one after another.
At this moment, the emperor's expressionless face was also bathed in the fiery sunlight. The pair of bronze doors were opened, followed by a burst of exquisite and pure horn sound, and twenty people in red robes walked out of the main hall.
Their faces were all hidden under their hoods, and they chanted carols loudly in strange languages. They used incense burners to spread the smoke of incense around the platform as they walked.
These men in red robes stood around the platform, one person standing every five yards. When they were all in place, they stopped singing and put their hoods behind them, revealing a body full of modifications. Traces of face.
"It is the Priests of the Mechanicum."
Bahram said in awe, as the entire square filled with boys.
Silence suddenly fell, and the boys began to kneel down one by one, until finally the entire
square was kneeling on the stone ground.
“Attention.”
Hao Mo reminded in a low voice, and at the same time another tall figure walked out of the main hall.
“The angels are coming.”
There were only two people walking out, one of whom was wearing bone-white armor and a gray robe, with a velvet ribbon wrapped around his shoulders, and a large machine on his right hand.
The other man was a giant in black armor, his body decorated with skulls, bones and other symbols of death.
Bahram felt a little confused. They were not wearing silver-gray armor like the angels they had seen before.
These two men are not only wearing heavy armor, but also well-armed.
The warrior wearing the skull mask holds a scepter in his hand. The head of the scepter is shaped into a winged skull. The one in white armor has a scepter hanging on his waist. A long sword with serrated teeth.
Both of them had a pistol slung on their lap.
They were said to be pistols, but they were already as big as the boys' chests.
Both warriors are at least two and three meters tall, and the armor they wear makes them look even taller.
As they walked, the metal boots made a loud sound on the stone, and the armor hummed continuously driven by the mysterious soul.
The crisp impact echoed in the square, and finally the angels stopped at the top of the steps.
At the same time, the buzzing servo skeleton began to hover over the crowd, its artificial eyes blinking continuously.
A pair of mechanical angels followed closely, dragging a silk battle group flag.
Finally, they came to rest between the Emperor's feet, hanging their flags over the gates.
Both warriors are wearing their helmets.
The warrior in black armor stood behind, while the warrior in white armor walked forward to deliver the news brought by the angels.
"I am Brother Balitaem."
The voice of the white-armored warrior reached the end of the crowd through the inscrutable technology in the helmet.
The boys who were born at the bottom of the hive city all trembled in fear. The voice was so clear and perfect that some began to plead for forgiveness or cry uncontrollably.
"I am the Apothecary of the Astral Knights Chapter of the Adeptus Astartes."
"I am Azdan."
Then, the black-armored warrior took over, his voice as low as a death knell.
"As the Adeptus Astartes, the Chaplain of the Astral Knights Chapter, and the presiding officer of the primaries, I will decide whether you are qualified to go to the Trial Place from here, where we The chapter leader will preside over the final selection of you, and most of you will be eliminated."
After that, they used the eyepieces of their helmets to scan the group of nervous boys.
Yazdan’s eyes briefly stopped on Bahram.
Despite the pressure in the gaze, the boy still responded to the gaze intently, although he felt no emotion from it.
(End of this chapter)