"I have seen too much death and blood." Kalki said with a slightly sad voice. "The finale of every military operation is a cremation ceremony. I have entered the Trayest Mausoleum since I was 10 years old.

Some people were still having fun in the martial arts school and driving their training machines to have fun in the mountains. I had to follow the grand leader to attend the cremation ceremony. Countless knights were burned to ashes in front of me, and the young men were surrounded by raging fire.

Human corpses, everything was twisted in the rising flames... Yes, I am afraid of death, death is too heavy and too hideous."

Kalki's thoughts wandered and took him to five years ago - the Gaia fleet launched a massive attack on the Platons. A large number of new weapons and new tactics were used to deal with the Knights. Countless white heavy electromagnetic bombardments were fired intensively.

There were also the torsos and harassment of the drone swarm. He heard the cry of Captain Rohan being hit in the internal communication. For a moment, he couldn't believe that the leader was such a good commander and had always taken good care of him.

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As a direct subordinate of the Captain of Rohan, Deacon Kalki attended the funeral of the Captain. After that, he was promoted to the Captain. This made him suddenly understand that the promotion of one person often means the fall of another person. The wheel of fate is like this

Ruthless and cruel, everyone was tied to it, rising and falling.

The next year, during a brutal counterattack, he heard bad news in the internal communication - Varuna had been hit!

His best friend Varuna's fighter plane was hit by the intensive artillery fire of the Gaia fleet, and the whole plane exploded out of control. He did not escape. The medical ship quickly arrived and dragged the cockpit that protected the knight's body back for treatment.

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Seeing this scene through the observation interface, Kalki's mind went blank for a moment while he was fighting, and he immediately left the fierce battlefield and rushed to the fleet medical center.

"Kalki, calm down!"

"What's wrong with you?"

"Captain, what does this mean?"

"Chief Ravana will punish you!"

Friends and subordinates were chattering in the communication system, which was so loud that they would be punished if they left the battlefield without orders, but he turned a deaf ear.

He parked the fighter plane at the entrance of the huge floating medical center and entered it directly through the transmission pipe. He ran wildly with long strides and rushed towards the translucent emergency rooms in the medical station. No one could stop Karl, who had lost his mind.

base.

In this way, he witnessed the death of his best friend. Varuna's body was like a rag, with broken limbs and bloody flesh. Medical soldiers and medical robots surrounded him, using various instruments to glue the fragments of his body together. He occupied

The blood-stained face was so calm, as if he was resting in the eternal tranquility of the universe. The busyness and anxiety of this world have nothing to do with him.

After 30 minutes of rescue, a military doctor confirmed Varuna's death and signed the death certificate of an "Undead Army" knight. He did it skillfully and hurried to other emergency rooms.

, this is just a trivial matter on the front line.

But Kalki collapsed and rushed in to stop the medical assistant from wrapping the body and taking it away for disposal. He knelt in front of the body of his friend, caressed the body on the spot and cried bitterly. He could not accept this reality. It was not Varuna who died, but himself.

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"I have no parents, no relatives, Varuna... you are the only one who loves me! Why didn't I die? Why didn't I die? Why..." Captain Kalki was like a desperate lone wolf in a pool of blood.

Wail.

A Plato regarded the companions he grew up with as his family, and Varuna was the other half of his life. The most beautiful and pure boyhood ended abruptly, in a bloody mess.

Afterwards, there was another collective cremation ceremony. This was the cycle of life of Plato's knight. His youth withered overnight and turned into white ashes. The flames swallowed up Varou's corpse covered with garlands. Everything was distorted in front of his eyes. Tears blurred the whole world.
Chapter completed!