The evening sun shone on the top of the mountain. A thunder Eagle roared and landed on the carefully hidden apron, as if the light fell straight into the mountain.

The huge vehicle landed quickly from orbit, but at the moment, it moved carefully, just like a scavenger approaching the body of a beast that should be dead but still looks alive.

When the door of the thunder eagle was opened in the steam, a Star Warrior straightened his cloak and drilled out of it. The vortex of air surrounded him, as if to pull his cloak off the dark armor like midnight.

Behind him, two small groups of soldiers are following him, forming an assault team and walking out of the apron.

Then, the leading Star Warrior took off his helmet and hung it on his waist. With one hand, he firmly grasped the brand-new handle of his blaster gun, which had not fired a shot.

The starfighters simply talked for a moment, then walked forward and left the apron.

In front of them stood a high gate made of wood and bronze.

This is not a road for combat, but an entrance and exit for ritual, a road deep into the mountain.

The leading star soldiers took the lead to the gate, and other black armor soldiers in the team followed him with a perfect rhythm. They all held a black shield with ivory carved with a pair of upward crossed swords, and one of the flag holders held a flag with the same crest.

This is a brand new badge of glory, but it also makes people feel that it has an ancient history.

All this was watched by the current owner of the fortress. A pair of eyes had been watching them since they left the apron.

"Here they are."

Soshyan murmured.

"I know."

A reply came from friar side's speaker.

"When they descend from the track, I can kill them more than ten times."

"They are reckless, untested, young, just like me."

Hearing soshyan's words, friar side showed his human nature rarely and replied with exaggerated Laughter:

"You've never been young. Since you entered the regiment, you've grown up like an old man."

"Yes, I'm not young anymore."

Soshyang sighed, pressed the hilt on his waist, and hoped that he didn't need to pull it out later.

"Death makes us mature."

The origin of this team of star soldiers was clear to soshyan. Even before they came, Lysander had conveyed the decision of the high Lord Tara Council to soshyan in advance.

They are the newly formed sword battle regiment of the sable, which came to receive the monastery fortress and all property of the star knights, including the regiment servants and the conscription world.

Soshyan had expected such a situation, so he had transferred the important materials in the monastery to the track's Secret warehouse in advance, erased all records, and left only some unimportant leftovers in the monastery armory.

But even so, the shame of losing his home still cut soshyang's heart.

More importantly, although there is still a strike cruiser [spark] in orbit, they have lost control of the warship in principle. Now if they want to leave, they must convince these uninvited guests.

Soshyan did not want to leave early, but his sense of honor did not allow him to do so. Even if he wanted to give up his home, as a war leader of the Empire, he had to hand it over to the receiver instead of running away.

In the camera, the team had entered the honor Hall of the fortress.

Their footsteps echoed in the hall, which should have been filled with the voices of soldiers ready to go to war at any time. At the moment, it was as silent as a tomb. The hooded statues on both sides were full of dust. Only the flickering light emitted by the neat flame lit up the once grand vestibule.

A floating skull hovered in the middle of the hall, and an oil lamp was hung on the jaw of the skull. As the team of soldiers approached, the skull staggered back.

Under the guidance of the servo skull, they went deeper and deeper, passing through the open corridor and empty corridor. Countless statues were illuminated by fire. Their godless eyes looked at the group of strangers. The once glorious Avenue no longer sounded the triumphant song of the return of soldiers from the expedition.

A thousand soldiers once lived and trained here. Now there is nothing left. Everyone can feel that every stone flows out of pain and confusion.

Death hangs over here.

Finally, the servo skull took them to a huge auditorium. Its glittering walls are reflected in different colors by more than a dozen pieces of colored glass. These glasses are part of a cleverly designed reflective system that can introduce external light into the core of the mountain.

Thirty four soldiers in silver armor stood on the steps at the other end of the room, bathed in the embers of the dying sun.

The soldier in charge was wearing an iron halo, and a fearless mecha stood beside him. The proud battle regiment flag was blown up by the artificial airflow filled with the room, like a sigh.

"I'm sohyan Alexei, the new commander of the star knights."

Soshyan made a brief self introduction, and then the fearless around him also spoke.

"I am friar SID, the mentor of the star knight and the Lord of obsidian."

"Friar Dai gen, commander of the first company of the War Regiment between sable."

The leader also responded.

"So you came here to receive our monastery fortress and all the property in it?"

"Yes, this is the order of the emperor and the high Lord Tara's parliament."

Soshyan came down the steps, each step accompanied by anger.

"For a regiment that sacrificed everything for the Empire, this is the end of nothing! This mountain was once the home of hundreds of generations of soldiers of the star knight regiment. The greatest heroes once set out from the gate here to participate in cruel wars one after another. Tell me, how can you deserve to have here."

"Your number is too small to bear the responsibility of rebuilding the regiment."

Dai Gen said, walked up to soshyang and looked at the soldier who was one head higher than himself.

"All your veterans have died. Not long ago, you were just a recruit."

"You're telling us something we already know."

Brother said suddenly interrupted Dagan. The roar from the fearless mecha loudspeaker made the recruits of the sable sword nervous. It was obvious that the survivors of the destroyed regiment were unwilling to accept their fate.

"Our brothers sacrificed their lives and let billions of souls get rid of the terror of aliens. This is what we deserve in return!"

Fearless roared down the stairs.

"We will be erased from the record, and our fortress will be handed over to a group of soldiers without history?"

Dagan, still calm, shook his head.

"The sable sword may be young and untested, but we are not without honor or disrespect for those who died before us."

"Say so."

Soshyan looked at Dagan. There was no doubt that he was an excellent soldier, calm, neither humble nor arrogant.

"What do you have to do to deserve our sacrifice?"

While soshyan asked, friar side's fist clenched and clanged.

Yu Guang of Dagan noticed this. He realized that this fearlessness could beat him into a ball in an instant, but then he faced soshyang with the same tough goal.

"You will have a chance to continue your proud tradition. There is a strike cruiser on the track. You can leave in it, just as the star Knights did before they were buried in gold, rock and steel. Enter the stars again and continue to fight in the name of the emperor until you can't fight."

With that, the sable swords went aside and made way for a way out of the room.

"When that day comes, you will know that only death is the end of your duty."

Then everything went well. Dagan not only handed over the Attack Cruiser to soshyan, but also allowed him to take away those servants who were willing to continue to follow the star Knight battle order, such as rozim premki, the battle group chef who was selected at the same time as soshyan but failed to accept the transformation.

After cleaning up for half a day, soshyan led the members of the regiment to board the strike cruiser [spark].

One thing after going up, soshyan asked the star Whisperer to send a message that the supply equipment previously customized by the combat regiment should not be shipped first, and they would pick it up in person.

The goal is to build the world's ma'kande II planet.

"Start the sub space engine and go to makanda II at full speed."

On the command bridge, looking at the battle group mother star gradually becoming a light spot, soshyang clenched his armor.

Their regiment has become a rootless duckweed since then, but one day, he will rebuild a larger fortress, an army fortress!