"You know the process, right?" Siani asked. The hand-to-hand combat champion stood in front of a heavy iron door with his hands behind his back, and his voice unexpectedly became very gentle when he asked.

The door was tied with five chains, and they looked not only crudely made, but also cracked surfaces. However, it is these five chains that have produced some kind of scar on this iron door.

A faint red light flickered where they came into contact with the door, and a white mist drifted out from behind the door, cold and cold, and the ground became dreamlike under their influence. The metal actually showed a glass-like texture.

"I don't know." Sevita shook her head honestly and answered Siani's question. This is rare, as he doesn't make any inappropriate jokes, and his expression is so serious that it almost resembles Shen.

"You don't know?" Siani asked with a slight surprise, but quickly put the matter behind him, and for now, he had more important things to work out.

He sighed before continuing.

"Once you're inside, it's important to keep your sanity at all times. Don't tell Company Commander Fair anything about us, or the war. And revenge—"

His voice was interrupted by the sound of a violent pounding of iron chains, and the five chains were now burning violently, and the mist was burning to a creeping sound. Sevita frowned, and asked Siani a question based on his expression alone.

"—you've seen the effect of mentioning that word." Siani said, shrugging his shoulders with a smirk. "In short, don't mention anything like that, and try to talk as little as possible, just listen to what he tells you."

"Also, when the conversation is over, walk out upside down with your back to the door."

"With your back to the gate?"

Sevita finally couldn't help but ask a question, but before the words could be spoken, she made a gesture to signal that Siani didn't have to answer. It is true that there is no need to answer, and it is a problem to know the answer to this kind of thing.

He reached out and took the helmet from his belt, intending to put it on, but was held down by Siani.

"Don't wear a helmet." The Terras said word for word. "Make eye contact with him."

"Okay."

Half a minute later, the chain fell and the door slowly opened. In the white mist, Sevita saw two spots of scarlet light, which were always bright.

He walked inside, and with a single step, he was keenly aware of something strange different. He'd always trusted his instincts, and now, his instincts tell him that you're no longer on the Night Soul.

Are you sure?

Sevita observed the area out of the corner of her eye, but she couldn't see anything but the fog, which seemed to be self-conscious, cutting off his view from the inside of the room.

In desperation, Sevita had no choice but to honestly follow Siani's words, keep looking into Fer Zaloster's eyes, and slowly walked in front of him.

In the process, his two hearts somehow began to beat faster and faster, and in the end, the speed was even so fast that it seemed to rush out of his chest.

Sevita took a deep breath and barely calmed down.

Above him, Phil Zaloster, who was bound to a white stone pillar by five chains, stared at him, with a faint fire around him, as if he were in another world, a tortured deceased.

His gaze was serious, but not with his eyes.

"Hello, Fair," Sevita whispered as a greeting.

He's still the same, and he doesn't use honorific titles. This is not surprising, after all, he is Yago Sevitalyon, and the first reserve always has a lot of small privileges.

He stared closely into the eyes of the 'Mourner', but still inevitably observed the latter's shattered marks like the texture of his skin.

This discovery made his heart sink in his heart, although he did hear some 'intelligence', 'highlights' or 'official gossip', but when he really saw Fer Zaloster in this appearance, a feeling of undue emotion still emerged.

"Sevitalyon." The almost shattered man bowed slightly at him, his dry lips curled upwards, as if smiling. "I'm almost relieved to see that you're still alive and well."

"This isn't the time for jokes, is it?" Sevita asked cautiously.

"I'll make jokes whenever I want." Fair said, the flames in his eyes flickering and flickering, as if they were blinking. "I'm already like this, can anyone control me? Well? What do you think? ”

Sevita was silent for a moment, then chuckled deliberately, pretending to be amused.

"I'll report back to the original body and the instructor." He said. "When the time comes, it's not too late for you to say this again."

"They probably already know." Fell replied thoughtfully.

He lowered his head, and upside-down ash poured out of those shattered textures, floating in a way that defied gravity.

Sevita didn't answer the sentence, he didn't know how to answer.

Over the past few days, Nightblade has talked about similar things many times. Sevita was the one who was adamant about not participating in the discussion, he refused to discuss it with anyone, and it was naturally impossible for him to respond to Fell's words at this moment.

What's more, Siani told him to talk less.

I'm going against my nature for you, Fell. Sevita thought. So. Slow down, right?

I owe you three Glocks steaks.

"Looks like you're not going to make small talk." Fell shook his head regretfully. "So, let's get down to business—you've used psionic powers, haven't you?"

"Right."

"How long ago?"

"Forty-two days ago." Sevita immediately called out a number.

"Then it's not too late." Fair said. "Come here, come closer, your talent needs to be sealed again."

“.”

"Come here, Sevitarion."

"I need it." Standing stubbornly in place, Sevita voiced her opposition. "I need this kind of power, and psionic energy can be very useful in battle."

"Yes, I know." Far from being angry, Fell showed an almost eerily mild attitude towards his opposition.

The mourning bird smiled and nodded: "I'm the director of the think tank, who do you think you're talking to?" ”

"But I really need it." Sevita pursed her lips and began to instinctively use his eloquence.

"Moreover, my talent is getting stronger every second after the unsealing, and you may not be able to seal it. Look at where you are now, Fair, you don't have a chance to make mistakes. So, why don't you forget it? ”

Phil Zaloster didn't speak again, just looked at him calmly for a moment. At the moment when his pupils were gone, his gaze could only be achieved through two flames, and he could no longer see the slightest emotion, but it was even more terrifying.

Sevita gritted her teeth and looked at him - he could be unruly and unruly to a lot of people, but he wouldn't do that to Phil Yes, he does have a list if you ask.

After this stalemate lasted for a full ten minutes, the mourning bird finally spoke again, smiling the same.

"Psionic energy is a very convenient power." He said quietly. "It can easily change reality according to the user's thoughts, so the Thousand Sons of Magnus claim to be master spells, which seems ridiculous to me."

"The spells they copied from the subspace and country wizards weren't as effective as a simple idea. Turning psionic energy into magic is a superfluous move."

He smiled again.

"You feel that way, right? Sevita Leon? He asked softly. You can summon fire and thunder with a single thought, make the earth tremble, let the wounds stop the bleeding, and give flesh to the bones. Don't tell me you haven't done it, it's been forty-two days, it's been a lot of hard time for you, right? ”

Sevita kept her mouth shut and remained silent. He tried to be angry so that he could retort, but he couldn't.

"Here's the problem, then—alas, again the cliché, the price." Fell deliberately used the tone of an old pedant. "The price, the price, the price. There is a price to be paid for everything. ”

"If you want to eat, you have to make a fire, you have to hunt. If you want to sleep, you have to find a safe place, preferably a cave, and you have to set up traps in advance to alert you. This has been the case since ancient times, and human life has never been easy. So, what price does psionic energy cost you? ”

He stared at Sevita with a smirk.

"How is your body feeling right now?" Fell asked softly. "Forty-two days of psionic energy unsealing, I can feel it, they revelry in your body. The more you use it, the more talented you become."

"Let me guess, you've started to have frequent predictive symptoms now, right? What about physical fitness, and how much has it been strengthened? ”

Sevita still chose to keep her mouth shut, not saying a word. This may be the only time in his life that he has chosen to be silent for such a long time, and only he knows what it feels like.

"Silence is useless, Sai." Fair gently persuaded. "You have to accept that your talent shouldn't be revealed at this time."

So, when will it be effective?" Sevita asked hoarsely. "Wait until everyone is dead?"

"My psionic energy is very strong, and I know, actually, it's very strong. It allows me to take care of my battles and even helps me minimize my battle damage. It shouldn't be sealed again, Fair, our numbers. Enough is enough. ”

Fell sighed, his expression gradually changing to indifference, and the flame in his pupils gradually extinguished.

He looked at Sevita from the top of the pillar with his head bowed as if he were a dead corpse, until the latter could barely take it anymore before he spoke again.

"If you don't accept it, we'll have fewer people." He said in a deep voice. "I'm not being alarmist, Sai, you should know that in your own heart. If it's not necessary, why do the instructors, the primordials, and us keep asking you to seal your talents? ”

“.”

Fell looked at him patiently, waiting for an answer.

"It's so unfair."

After a long time, Yago Sevitaleon gently expressed his objections and displeasure, but also walked meekly, raised his head, and let Fer's cold fingers touch his forehead.

The mourning bird smiled lightly and used his psionic energy to save his own words in the seal. It will only appear when the seal is lifted.

+ Actually, I don't like to eat Glocks steak, Sevita Leon. +——

Question: What happens when you put a Son of Aurelian, an Ultramarine, and a Midnight Blade together?

Angel Tai didn't know the answer, Ionid Hill didn't know the answer either, and Shen knew a little, but he didn't bother to say.

He just kept a polite smile and watched as Ionid Hill and Angler Tay discussed a draft overview of the direct conscription aboard the Glory of Macurag, something that had never happened before.

It would have been expected to attract Marius Gage's attention and accompany him throughout the process, but Robert Killiman named him and Ionid Hill to take charge of the matter, which seems a little strange.

Not to mention whether Shen's nightblade is redundant in this matter, let's talk about Ionid Hill. He is just a company commander, so what can he say in this matter?

But that's how it happened, and Shen, as the outsider, could see Robert Killeman's mind quite directly.

He didn't let Marius Gage participate because the position of head of the first battle was too high, and he needed someone who could show that he valued it, but it didn't have to be too high, otherwise it would be a bit more stressful for Angle.

So, Ionid Hill arrived, he had been quite valued by the Ultramarines lately, and his impressive performance at the conference was enough to convince the others. As for why Shen was also transferred.

Well, the reason is actually quite simple. For one, Shen and the sons of Aurelian were more familiar. Second, he's one of the few Night Blades that resembles an Ultramarine, which may seem a little strange to say, but that's exactly what it is.

Shen knew in his heart that Robert Killiman probably hoped that he could serve as a buffer bridge between Ionid Hill and Angel Tay.

But is it really necessary?

He looked up at the two people in front of him who were talking happily and couldn't help but shrug his shoulders.

"I agree with you about Assault Warfare, Angler Tai." Ionid Hill said solemnly. "In such a campaign warfare, we should indeed behave more ruthlessly than usual, and although the purpose of the surprise attack is to catch the enemy by surprise, it is true that we should expand the battle in time."

"It's just a little bit of past experience." Angler Tay said. "Nothing unusual, you can ask the commander of any assault company and you will get the same answer."

"Trust me, I asked." Ciel held out his right hand and gestured to the Son of Aurelian, a gesture of compliment. "And none of them are as good as you."

The night sky of Nostramo—groaned inwardly—how long are they going to go on like this? Can't you hurry up and get down to business?

Naturally, no one could hear his question, but both of them were obviously self-aware, and soon, Hill led the conversation to Shen.

"Sergeant Shen." He said politely. "Could you please explain to Company Commander Angler Tay some of the traditions of our Ortrama Five Hundred World Conscription?"

Shen looked at him strangely, and almost asked the question: How can you think that I, a Nostramo, know the details of the recruitment of Ultramarines better than you?

He didn't want to explain, but Ionid Hill looked at him with a very serious expression. Shen had to sigh and start talking about those details. Yes, he does know the details of the recruitment of the Ultramarines.

Ingres Tay listened carefully and memorized everything – for example, not to use coercion against conscripts, not to coerce or induce their families, not to conceal the dangers that might arise from reservists during rehabilitation surgeries and routine training

If these things were to be applied to other legions, they might not be taken into account at all. But this is the glory of Maculag, and the five hundred commoners of the world above it have long been accustomed to this kind of equal relationship.

Ultramarines have been doing this for years. If the sons of Aurelian wanted to conscript, why should they break with this tradition?

In short, that's all there is to be aware of." Shen said so, ending his story.

Angel Tay nodded solemnly, indicating that he already knew. Seeing this, Ionid Hill smiled slightly and slowly stood up.

"So—" he began. "—The precautions have been explained, thank you for your help, Sergeant Shen. Now, we can go to the bottom cabin for conscription. I've got ten recruiters in advance, and now there are probably thousands of applications being submitted, so good luck, Company Commander Anglel Tay. ”

The son of Aurelian pursed his lips, his expression a little dazed.

It had been less than seven hours since his conversation with Robert Killiman ended, and this kind of speed could only be described as godfast when Luo Jia was still there, and the speed at which the Ultramarines processed official documents was indeed worthy of its name. However, he still has a question he wants to ask.

"Do they know that we are conscripting?" With a palpable caution, Ingres Tai asked. "I mean, do they know that the conscripts are a bunch of former Bearers?"

"They know, cousin." Ionid Hill said. "They know who you are, and they know what you're doing and what you're working for, so don't worry—"

Before he could finish his sentence, a shrill alarm interrupted one of Hill's intended speeches, and choked all the moving words he might have spoken in his throat.

The Ultramarine's expression visibly darkened, and Anglel Tai looked at him with a helpless smile.

"Looks like we'll have to talk about it after the war, cousin." Ionid Hill solemnly put on his helmet and went to war.

The update is complete, a total of 10,000. In addition, the event of the fan title has been opened, for details, please see the book circle, the title of the four words, Astarte.

Happy.

(End of chapter)