Chapter 865 The Third Batch of Recruits
Standard Terra Calendar, 947.M41
Storm Sector, Planet Nessen 4, Astral Knights Chapter Monastery Fortress
The selection of the new batch of recruits of the Astral Knights has ended. This selection was completely led by the Tenth Company Commander Armin and the Chief Chaplain. In addition to the local children of Nathan IV, the participants also included those brought by the Chapter from Armageddon. orphan.
This is the third selection of the Astral Knights since they came to Naisen IV. The number of places in this selection is more than the previous two. There are a thousand people, and there will eventually be 300 people. A lucky man.
Not only has the number of places increased, but the selection criteria have also been slightly relaxed, and the requirements for candidates are no longer as demanding as in the past.
Some people have criticized this, but in the context of the Chapter's urgent need to expand its army, a little opposition can't change anything - in the War of Armageddon and the subsequent conflict of the Minotaur, the Star Realm The knights fought continuously and killed more than sixty people, which was considered to be a serious injury.
Similarly, although the selection process has been optimized many times and is not as cruel as it was originally, casualties are still inevitable.
In the end, when three hundred exhausted boys walked out of the selection venue, their future fate was sealed.
The one thing all the boys want to do most after the selection is to have a good sleep. The seven days and seven nights of selection are really torture, and everyone's physical strength and energy have reached their limit.
They have three days to rest, and then they will undergo a series of physical enhancement modulations to increase their survival rate during the subsequent transformation process. This is one of the experiences that Valier has summarized over the years - physical conditioning before transformation. is valid.
For most Chapters, warriors usually choose to spend their short and precious rest time in their own private chambers.
However, this rule does not apply to new recruits, who always move in groups until they become true Astartes.
Therefore, the new barracks in the fortress area often have three functions: sanctuary, armory and dormitory. Slaves and servants also live here in order to serve this group of immature warriors with all their heart.
But that night, there was something unusual about a certain area in the recruits’ dormitory.
A strong figure hurried past, his eyes as cold as frost.
One of the heavily armed servitors was scanning the boy crossing the room. When its mechanical eyes recognized the identity of the person, a dull and dull voice flowed from its mouth.
"Applicant No. 3, do you need-"
"Shhhhhh."
The boy whispered in a hissing voice.
"Quiet."
His name is Herbert Loew, a boy who also performed very well in the cruel selection, and his family had already given birth to an Astartes fifty years ago. Currently serving in the Fourth Company.
Herbert tiptoed to the side of a bed, looked at the boy lying on the bed who was a head shorter than him, his eyes narrowed dangerously, and then he pulled out a handful from his boot. Silver short knife.
"Jacob."
He called softly, and at the same time, his fingers unconsciously tightened on the handle of the knife.
An unspeakable impulse roared into his mind, clamoring and urging him to cut open the body of the annoying bottom bastard in front of him, let his blood flow to the ground, and satisfy his desire for revenge. .
But the boy from the Hive of Armageddon did not move at all, even though the salty smell of sweat from the other party continued to pour into his nose, mixed with Mixed with the sharp metal smell that was unique to the blade and full of murderous intent, he still didn't even bother to open his eyes
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"Jacob."
Herbert's voice was low, his teeth clenched tightly together.
"If you don't get out, I will dig out both of your eyes with your broken knife."
Suddenly, Jacob opened his eyes. There was no emotion in them and they were extremely cold.
“I don’t think so.”
The corners of Herbert’s eyes twitched, and he slid aside, turning the short knife back and forth between his fingers, his posture elegant and skillful, like a magic dance at a banquet. division.
"We have to talk." Jacob finally sat up. Now he felt extremely uncomfortable all over his body, especially his shoulders and spine. They must be red and swollen, and every part of them caused him pain. They are comparable to small wounds.
I have to say that the other party was really good at picking the moment, and he perfectly ruined his hard-earned rest.
But this is not what annoys him most. What annoys him most is that the other party interrupted his dream. He just dreamed of his mother and the father who he once hated and hated, but finally admired. ——At that time, he was just a dregs of the hive gang in his own memory, but in the end, the scene of him dragging his broken body into a bloody battle with the green beast in the smoke was deeply etched in his mind.
This is why he chose to become an Astartes.
"...Speak directly if you have something to say."
"Ah, you are a despicable guy who pursues victory so eagerly that you even betray your own team members, but there is nothing to be ashamed of saying it, right?"
"If you have anything else to say besides being pretentious and talking nonsense, I would like to ask you to speak faster."
Hearing this, Herbert shook his head in a pretentious manner. He shook his head, as if he had never seen anything so tragic.
“You were really selfish, you stole a qualification you didn’t deserve and you had no shame about it.”
Jacob grabbed his metal skull headdress, tied his long black hair back and tied it, and smoothly gathered the hair hanging beside his face.
This is one of the typical hairstyles for young members of the Hades Hive gang.
“You woke me up just to say this?”
“No, I woke you up to challenge you to a duel.”
Herbert Turning the murderous weapon in his hand, it spun dexterously on his fingertips, shining like a waterfall of silver light.
Then he glanced at the dormitory. Just as he thought, everyone else had quietly left half an hour ago, and now it was just him and the person in front of him.
Jacob shook his head. His upper body was naked, only wearing a pair of leather pants. His dark body was covered with scars, as if he was silently telling the story of the battles the boy had experienced.
"Should I guess the reason why you suddenly came to the duel in the middle of the night?"
The muscles and tendons trembled almost invisible for a moment, and Herbert's short blade swung violently, The smooth and cold edge scratched Jacob's skin - if he hadn't instinctively shrank his head, this would have been enough to cut off his ear.
Herbert grinned, but it was not a smile.
"You're just a foreign hive bitch who sneaked onto a battleship, and suddenly you felt like you could become an Astartes, the most powerful, fiercest, and smartest warrior in humanity."
“So what’s bothering you is that I’m going to become an Astartes?”
“Speaking of which, should we review your performance? You’re still looking too high. "The light fell on Herbert's teeth, giving off a pure white glow.
"Ha, if you're worried about becoming less dazzling, why don't you try to make yourself stronger, fiercer, and smarter?"
"You are really sharp-tongued."
Herbert's voice was low and sweet,
"What a pity it must be for parents to give birth to a freak like you."
The next second, Jacob's movements were equally swift and fierce. The knife originally placed in the scabbard on his calf instantly appeared in his palm, with the tip pointed at Herbert's neck.
Herbert's reaction was also extremely fast, and he blocked the deadly sharp edge with the knife in his hand. However, this still made him a little scared, and he took two steps back.
It’s the last day of this month. If you still have tickets, don’t hide them. Lao Mo urgently needs to throw them away! ! !
(End of this chapter)