Reina was wearing a dark armor with fiery red patterns on the surface of the armor. As he breathed, the patterns gave off a blazing aura as they flickered. He was so close to him that it was as if he was standing at the crater of a volcano. The name of this armor was' Volcano '. It could activate' Lava Shield ', which was an ability that could both attack and defend. Among the sixth-grade protective gear, the volcano was considered a good quality product.
After being urged by his father, Reina hesitantly stepped forward. He looked at Horn and didn't know how to express himself, but he was already hugged by Horn. Reina's resolute face immediately became a little more gentle. He hurriedly said, "Grandpa, my armor is very dirty. You … "
"Silly child, how can you be considered dirty when you risk your life for the clan?" Horn let go of him and gently stroked a crack in the volcanic armor with his hand. "Every scar here is glory!"
Reina's breathing immediately became heavy and he shouted, "As a direct blood relative of Bescot, I am willing to shed the last drop of blood for the clan!"
"Very good, Reina. You've grown up and matured a lot. Grandpa is very happy. " Horn patted Reina's thick arm and said, "You inherited Roddy's bravery, but Reina. It's not enough to be brave on the battlefield. Don't be like your father, who only knows how to charge forward. Use your eyes to observe more. Every good general has a pair of eyes that are good at seeing things. A fellow who only knows how to charge is at best a martial artist. Grandpa doesn't want you to be a martial artist, Reina. You'll be a good general. "
Reina's face flushed red. He was obviously very excited by Horn's encouragement. He was so excited that he only knew how to nod. Rody, who was at the side, complained, "Father, can you not use me to lecture me every time? Isn't that what you did when you were young and impulsive? "
The people beside him all had smiles on their faces. Of course, no one laughed out loud.
A chill suddenly swept in, diluting the volcanic aura on the bodies of Roddy and his son. A slightly cold voice sounded, "Father, don't listen to his nonsense. If I hadn't been watching him every time, this stupid bear that only knows how to charge into the enemy's position would have been chopped down long ago. How could he have come back to see you?"
Rody immediately roared, "Bell, you monkey! I am your big brother! If you're so impudent, I'll beat you up! "
It was Horn's third son, Bale, who came in from behind. He was wearing a light blue armor with sharp spikes in some key areas. The dark blue lines on the surface of the armor stomach were like Reina's volcano, constantly emitting dense cold energy. This tenth-gear armor named "Deep Blue" provided Bale with two abilities: "Cold Zone" and "Freeze".
Horn smiled and was about to go up and give him a hug. A strange look flashed in Bale's eyes, and the spikes on his armor suddenly retracted, making the stomach of the armor extremely smooth. Even though these spikes might not be able to pierce through Horn's skin, Bale did not want him to think that he was hugging a bunch of Frost Thorns.
"It's always reassuring to have you looking after Rody." Horn patted his son's shoulder.
Bell nodded and asked, "Where's Regis?"
"He and Allen went to Planet Heaven. I've already informed them that they should be back in the next two days."
"Allen?" Bale whispered, "That kid, how is he now?"
'"Not bad, this little fellow has benefited from misfortune. He has already gained a foothold on Planet Heaven, and he can be considered to have made some achievements. This time, when the Federation opened the Star Battlefield, I wanted him to broaden his horizons, so I called him back. "
Hearing Allen's name, an unnatural expression flashed across Reina's face. Hearing Horn's appreciation of Allen, he couldn't help but snort. Just as he was about to say something, he felt a stinging pain on his face. It was Rody's sharp gaze that made him swallow the words he was about to say.
"Alright, you're all back. It's been a long time since we've been so lively. When Allen comes back, we should have a banquet. "Horn looked at Helsing and said," As for the details, I'll leave them to you, Mr. Helsing. "
Then he said to the others, "You've just come back. Go rest and get rid of the jet lag. Tonight, we'll hold a private banquet for our own family as a welcome party for everyone. Rody, remember to give all the officers of the Fierce Vulture a third-class battle merit. Give them the rewards in the next two days. "
The Blazing Griffin, or Fierce Vulture for short. It was Bescot's clan army that had gone on an expedition to the Outer Realm. In the early years, it had followed Horn into Nether Domain Star, and now it was under Rody's jurisdiction. This time, Horn had transferred the clan's forces back for the sake of allowing Rody to lead this army to the interstellar battlefield to gain some military merits.
The Fierce Vulture had 20,000 troops. Apart from leaving behind a portion of them to guard the colonial planet, Rody brought back more than 5,000 people. Naturally, it was impossible for so many people to be placed in Babylon, but in a family base on the surface. According to Bescot's division of family merit, a third-class merit was equivalent to a reward of 100,000 Federation dollars. This time, there were fifty to sixty officers, big or small, who had returned. In other words, the intensity of the pre-war battle had cost Horn millions. This did not include the rewards of ordinary soldiers, war supplies, and a series of other budgets.
After letting Rody and the others go back to rest, Horn came to the study. Just as he entered the study, he felt a sharp aura pouncing on his face. That aura was like an invincible battle spear, carrying with it an endless sharpness. Horn smiled faintly and said, "The aura is too obvious, Fuding. It's been so many years. When will your gun be able to wear away this last bit of sharpness?"
"As long as I haven't left the battlefield for a day, I won't be able to wear away my spirit." A tall and thin figure in the study replied.
It was a gray man, his long gray hair tied into a ponytail behind his waist. On his sunny and handsome face, there was a ferocious scar that passed through the bridge of his nose from the left side of his cheek, and he almost touched his right eyeball. He wore a dark red leather trench coat with rows of leather buttons on the sides and cuffs, which were covered with willow nails. Inside was a black shirt, leather pants, and a pair of black leather boots. There was a holster hanging from each side of the belt. There were two old era revolvers. Guns.
When he walked out of the shadows in the study, the sunlight that shone through the window became pale and weak. The man smiled faintly, and his eyes lit up with an incomparably resplendent light. The light carried endless sharpness, as if it could pierce through the heart. He bowed to Horn and said, "Fuding is here to report, Master."
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