The Weepers have their own strict daily routine, and apart from daily prayer rituals and dormancy, the Weepers Astartes spend their time in combat and tactical training, with only one hour before the end of each Terra Day being their free time.

At this time, some warriors would practice their own artistic creations, some warriors would visit the warbands to thank them for their service to the warbands, and the servants would be moved by the kindness of the angels to the point that they wept silently and swore to die for the noble angels.

Others would gather on the ship's observation deck to meditate and pray at the depths of the beautiful space that is the enemy of all worlds.

But no matter how spectacular they had seen in space, it was nothing compared to what they saw now.

The bright and soft sunlight shines on the fields in early spring, and as far as the eye can see, the vegetation changes from dark green to golden yellow to reddish-brown, like a rainbow; You don't have to look far to see Lake Michigan, the sparkling surface of the lake reflects the blue sky of the wash.

The real beauty of the natural scenery does help to heal and recover from mental wounds, and the four weepers, Astarte, who had been tormented by the black rage, regained their almost irretrievable peace as they admired the spectacle in front of them.

Priest Elvedin and Priest Julio, who had been observing their mental condition from the sidelines, breathed a sigh of relief and were sincerely delighted—

At least for some time to come, they won't be executed or joined by the Company of Death due to irreparable wrath.

Not only them, but also a considerable number of weeper warriors chose to come to this observation deck at the top of the mountain to enjoy the beautiful scenery that they had never seen before.

In the past, they have witnessed more bloody battlefields filled with gunpowder smoke and corpses, depleted or seas full of industrial wastewater, and dusk skies full of radioactive poisons...... It's like paradise.

The refreshing cool breeze blows pure and fresh air, and most of the warriors wear power armor, but instead of using the armor's respiratory system for air filtration, they use the pure air here to replenish the armor's air reserves;

More than a dozen warriors had already erected their canvases, picked up their brushes, and began to paint, wanting to preserve the garden-like scene in front of them; Each of the sons of Saint Leves is a master of the arts, and after the transformation is completed, they are required to learn and memorize the "Five Virtues of the Angels" and choose one or more of the many artistic creations such as performance, painting, sculpture, writing, handicraft, and literature as their spiritual path.

A Brother Astarte wearing a rust-red Martian Roba robes on top of his power armor took a more technological approach, with a servo arm extending from the power plant behind him holding a servo skull to record the beautiful scenery of the place, so that it could be restored in the form of a hologram through the recorder.

Techno-sergeant Brother Tyrian knew that the warband wouldn't be in the garden world for long, and he tried to preserve the sight for future warband brethren who were mentally traumatized—an illusory bubble, but perhaps of some use.

The other group of Weeper warriors who had a perfect view stayed in the Hall of the Holy Blood, enthusiastic about the arts.

The statue of the father of genes, St. Gereles, was quickly restored in the courtyard, and the Japanese girls who had been carefully responsible for the restoration watched in amazement as the two-man macho men were creating art that did not match their body shapes, and they were sent to the Tokyo Art Institute or Kyoto University of the Arts by the Inuyama family master to study art courses for the sake of aesthetics alone.

It is almost impossible for two consecutive days of Terra like this to be free time, and the warriors choose to deepen their artistic practice:

Some brothers are painting statues of Holy Lies, others are painting in praise of the emperor and the father of genes, and some are working on art in places where the Holy Blood House is not yet "occupied" by the brothers, such as a pillar, a wall, or even a piece of the ground......

Lu Mingfei was quite happy, after all, he hadn't had much time to decorate the Holy Blood Pavilion properly, and his brothers' cultivation had done this for him by the way; The second rejoicing was the old professorial artists who taught art electives at the Kassel Academy, who flocked to marvel at the artistic achievements of the weeping friars.

If it weren't for the language barrier, they would have invited the monks to be guests of honor and exchange ideas about painting and carving.

And in the Holy Blood Pavilion, the bamboo sword hitting the body and the cries of pain that followed were continuous.

More than a dozen members of the kendo club who were summoned by Chu Zihang - although they did not perform well on the battlefield of the last simulated confrontation against the Tyrann alien, they did have a certain will to fight and chose to die in battle instead of running away; Now they were facing a burly man more than two meters tall and wearing a wide white robe, and the invisible iron and bloody momentum emanating from each other was so oppressive that they even trembled with their hands holding the bamboo sword.

The commander of the first company of the Weeping Warband, the master of swordsmanship, Klans. Feitz's eyes were covered with a thick black cloth, and his thick arms held two training bamboo swords as thin as toothpicks compared to his size.

"Keep attacking me." He spat out a few stiff Chinese characters and ordered the young children who surrounded him with a vague fear.

He was commissioned by Katoth to teach the children some swordsmanship - but no matter how strict the curriculum was, less than a Terraday course was not enough to teach any subtle and powerful swordsmanship, so Krans taught them some of the most basic swordsmanship of the Blood Angels and the relevant killing experience.

Although there was no better teacher than Astarte, a veteran of nearly 300 years of service, theory was far less important than practice, and after oral instruction, he let the children pick up the bamboo sword.

Although he limited his vision, he was still able to keenly capture various sounds with the "Ears of Lyman" and transform them into the information he needed, and without even thinking too much, Clarence gently swung the bamboo sword and counterattacked, and although the members of the kendo club who were besieging him reacted in time, they were already knocked out by the swiftly swept bamboo sword before they could make a gesture.

"Don't go it alone! Learn to work together against enemies that are stronger than you! ”

Clarence said coldly in non-standard Chinese, and the bamboo sword that controlled the strength once again swept several children who pounced on him out together.

He was more satisfied with Chu Zihang and Fingal - their excellent bloodlines and the power of the Emperor's faith strengthened their bodies, allowing them to fight against an unarmored Astarte, but the other party was a veteran who had served and fought for nearly three hundred years, and his rich combat experience and almost instinctive killing moves could not be caught up overnight.

Fingal originally wanted to touch the fish and pretend to be almost right, but he thought that this kind of prodigal and unserious attitude might be specially hung up and beaten by the macho buddy, so he could only go all out.

The Kassel Academy's attitude towards the S-class club, these macho warriors who came out of nowhere, also varies:

Most of the students and professors are curious, and although these handsome big guys are very friendly, it is still difficult to communicate because of the different languages - but many students and professors have already begun to conduct language research and translation, and it may not take long for them to have a preliminary communication;

The only point of dissatisfaction with the college's top management is that Lu Mingfei's club treats the CC1000 feeder express as a private vegetable truck, and a large amount of melon and jelly meat will be pulled from downtown Chicago every time it runs, and the receptionist of the express bus complains that he is about to become the transport officer of the market overseer;

Then these melons and jelly meat were sent to the Holy Blood Hall through trucks, as if the Weeping Angels Society was going to stock up on food to prepare for the end of the world, and the reply from the vice-principal, who was temporarily in power, to the elders of the secret party was "no comment";

And the only one who seems to be able to fight the actual combat faction Veowulf Patriarch doesn't seem to have any idea of going there to find Lu Mingfei or some big guy to ask about the theory, plus there is news that Ange's injury is miraculously improving, so Lu Mingfei and the Weeper soldiers don't get much attention and vigilance.

But the free time for the weepers to relax ended with a calm command.

"Gather all the warriors of the Weepers and return to the Mother of Tears." The boy's calm voice sounded in Lu Mingfei's ears.