The Sunil Race strongly promoted the culture of Supers and the army. The concept of contribution had to be grasped from a young age. Lana had dreamed of joining the army since he was young and becoming a glorious soldier that protected the race, so he had been training hard. His neighbor happened to be a veteran, so Lana and the children around often went to ask the veteran to train them. They counted the days with their fingers, hoping that they would be old enough to join the army.
The Catastrophes happened once every few years, and the time between was to collect resources, build more weapons, and train a new batch of soldiers. The Sunil Race usually started to recruit soldiers after the Catastrophes. Although the population of Dark-star decreased by ninety percent after the Catastrophes, it was still crowded in a big city.
There were two ways to recruit soldiers. One was to join the army voluntarily, which was needless to say, and the other was compulsory recruitment. The targets were prisoners and families with many children. Furthermore, all the young people of the right age had to be forced to serve for a period of time and undergo basic soldier training. When the time came, these people could be temporarily recruited as soldiers.
Of course, Lana's wish was not just to serve the army. He wanted to apply to join the army and become an official soldier, but his parents strongly rejected him.
"How can you say something like that? Protecting the race is glorious. Countless people have sacrificed for it. I'm also willing to sacrifice my life. This is the glory!" Lana's eyes widened.
Lana's parents tried to persuade him. "You're still young. There are many things you don't understand. So many people join the army every year. It won't be a big deal if you're not there."
"No, this is shameful! My dream is to protect the race! "Lana's tone was passionate.
"Then, have you ever thought about us?" Lana's mother sobbed. "You used to go to Mr. Niville next door for training, but he died in battle yesterday. His body was moved back, broken into many pieces. You didn't see that scene. His wife cried until she fainted a few times. Only a widow and an orphan are left at home. They can only rely on pension money to survive. But she still has a child who's a few years old to raise. We're already old, and you're our only child. If you die, what should we do? How are we going to live? "
Lana was speechless. With a conflicted expression, he mumbled, "This is not right …"
"Lana … be it the Supers, the army, or Mr. Niville, they're all great people, but we're just normal civilians. I love my race, and I'll work and contribute to my race. The battlefield shouldn't be a choice for us." His father placed his hands on Lana's shoulders and spoke earnestly. He respected Supers and the army, and he was grateful for their contributions. However, when it was his turn, he could not make the same choice.
Lana lowered his head and said nothing.
His mother said anxiously, "Lana, you must promise us. Don't take things too hard!"
"… I agree." Lana lowered his head and said gloomily, "I will serve in the military. I won't enlist."
His parents immediately heaved a sigh of relief, their faces filled with benevolence.
Outside the window, Herlous leaned against the windowsill and looked up at the sky.
In the sky, the enormous figures of the nine battleships were like thick, dark clouds, blocking the sunlight that was supposed to shine into the city. The airflow created by the engines at the bottom turned into an everlasting wind. The thick smell of blood outside the city was carried into the city and almost became indiscernible.
Many memories appeared in his mind one after another. Fernas' bitter smile, Lana's passion, the criticism of the drinkers, the bloody battlefield, the sacrificed soldiers, the people who worshipped him, the countless times he pulled away after sobering up, the day he guarded the bar and let himself rot slowly. There was also the Dark-star disaster that he had not thought about for a long time. That was the last time he saw his brother Delvis.
In his memory, Delvis still wore thick glasses. His hair had not been taken care of for a long time, so it was messy and oily. His white lab coat was like a robe on his thin and short body, giving him a funny feeling. His figure appeared on the communication screen. Behind him was the research institute whose dome had been blown up. Delvis pushed his glasses up out of habit and said to his tall brother, Herlous, "Brat, I left something for you in the research institute at home. The password to open the door is our parents' birthdays. You don't have to spend any effort to crack it."
His tone was the same as usual, still exasperated, but there was a hint of reluctance. The communication ended. He looked out of the window. In the direction of the military research institute where Delvis worked, countless ferocious Dark-star battleships floated, and a mushroom cloud exploded on the ground.
He had used the password to open Delvis' private research institute. Herlous had always wanted to sneak in and cause trouble, but he did not know the password. He saw the inheritance his brother had left for him …
More memories surfaced in his mind. Herlous still remembered that he was just an idle gangster back then, enjoying himself everywhere with his brother's salary. He had terrifying talent and reached Grade B Super at a young age, thousands of times stronger than Delvis. However, he always had to lower his head in front of his brother and was often scolded and scolded. He was already dead, so he was not afraid of boiling water.
"Brother …" Herlous whispered to himself.
The memories were like bubbles. The last image that stopped was Han Xiao's deep eyes, which seemed to contain the torrent of time.
Herlous calmed down a little. He returned to the bar, entered the attic, and opened a closet that had been sealed for a long time. The passageway that led to the secret basement of the bar was already covered in dust. He walked down slowly and turned on the lights. There were a bunch of boxes in the basement, many of which were Delvis's belongings.
He went straight to the corner of the basement, took out a wooden box, brushed away the dust on it, and opened the lid.
There was a set of dark-colored armor inside. This was the inheritance that Delvis had left for him, the armor that was secretly made for him!
During the Dark-star disaster, Herlous survived with this armor and never used it again. He left it in the basement to collect dust as a memento of his brother.
This might be the last piece of Commander Class armor that could still be used in the entire Sunil Race.
Herlous stared at the armor, and his eyes sharpened.
"It's been too long since I fought … I hope I won't get cramps."
…
The beasts that appeared at the end were even crazier. They were all the overlords at the top of the food chain on this planet. Some of them had already surpassed the category of beasts and could be called monsters directly. They were giant flying beetles with a wingspan of more than a hundred meters. They did not die even after taking more than a dozen railguns head-on. They could spit corrosive acid from their mouths, which stuck to the battleship shields and sizzled. One of these monsters could be easily dealt with, but when they appeared in groups, the firepower of the base gradually became less and less effective. A battleship's shield was broken, and its outer armor was damaged.
"What did the monsters on this planet eat to grow up?"
The mercenaries were shocked. What did a monster with a wingspan of more than a hundred meters mean? Its size was almost the same as a small battleship of Sunil. This was just a wild animal that evolved on this planet, so there was only a very small chance that it would grow up like this. Super large monsters like this did not even need a ground reconnaissance team; the reconnaissance aircraft in the air could directly locate them.
Those chimeras and galactic races were not included.
The missiles continued to bombard the air, and the deafening sound was deafening. Suddenly, the alarm in the defense circle went off, and an emergency broadcast sounded.
"Prepare for impact! Prepare for impact! Mountain Beast detected approaching, estimated to arrive in fourteen minutes. All warriors, get ready. High Energy Concentrated Particle Cannon, start charging! "
At the fifth defense circle, the ground cracked open, revealing an extremely large cannon made of steel with an extremely complicated structure. The barrel of the cannon was hexagonal, and it was embedded in a particle stabilizing device in the middle of the air. It was as if the barrel of the cannon was divided into sections. Han Xiao's mechanical suit immediately sent out a high energy response alarm, and the muzzle of this huge cannon gradually lit up.
This High Energy Concentrated Particle Cannon was an obsolete product that had been shot out from the wormhole at the center of the Shattered Star Ring. It was a galactic-level war weapon that came from an unknown advanced civilization. It had been picked up by scavengers and sold, and the Sunil Race had spent a huge amount of money to buy it. This was the lesson they had learned from the first Catastrophe; they had to have a trump card to deal with powerful beasts.
Although it was an obsolete product, it had still cost the Sunil Race a huge amount of money. The technology of the advanced civilizations was kept secret, and it could not be repaired or researched; it could only be used. Every time it was fired, it would consume a huge amount of energy. The Sunil Race was short on energy, and firing a cannon was equivalent to burning a huge amount of wealth. Their energy technology was naturally not as advanced as the advanced civilizations, and it required a long time to charge before firing. Only when they met the strongest monsters would they use this huge cannon.
The Sunil Race had explored this planet for more than a decade, and they had recorded a large number of beasts in their encyclopedia. The Mountain Beast was one of the top monsters, and the powerful beasts were all lured away by the field combat team. The appearance of this Mountain Beast undoubtedly meant that the field combat team had failed.
Han Xiao exclaimed in surprise and casually shot a Thunder Leopard that was close to him. He turned around to look at the High Energy Concentrated Particle Cannon and felt like he was about to drool.
"This feeling of having butterflies in my stomach …" Han Technician opened his eyes wide.
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