But on second thought, Bahram was surprised and awed by the anger he had generated.
He turned away from those people and looked for boys like him.
But no matter how hard he looked, he still couldn't see anyone else from the lower levels of the hive.
Suddenly, a pair of strong arms hugged him.
"who!?"
Bahram screamed, drawing nervous laughter from the crowd.
He turned around, ready to give the person who dared to mess with him a good beating. He was now driven a little nervous by a huge fear.
"let me go!"
Bahram yelled, turning around suddenly, waving his arms.
"Hey! It's me!"
What appeared in front of him was Hao Mo's big yellow teeth and bad breath.
"Haoma?"
At this time, he noticed that there were almost twenty boys behind Hao Mo. Judging from their temperament and appearance, they should all come from the bottom of the hive city.
"This guy's name is Bahram, and he's also a hive boy. I carried him from the bottom of the cliff to Graycliff Town."
Haoma turned to the nearest boy, but the boy raised his eyebrows to show that he was not interested, and then looked away.
Bahram took a look and saw that the guy's arms were as thick as his calves. There were two crossed scars on his face, a pair of triangular eyes, which looked particularly vicious, and there was a black stripe on his bald head. snake tattoo - there is no doubt that he is also a low-level gang member in the nest city.
More importantly, this guy was almost two heads taller than Bahram. He seriously suspected that this guy was overage.
"I've heard that today, tomorrow, and the entire week are trials."
Hao Mo shared the collected information without hesitation.
"Today is the primary election."
"I've also heard that angels will select five hundred people from here and take them to the real place of trial."
Another boy also stepped forward. He looked a little melancholy, but looking at his fingers that had been playing around his waist, Bahram concluded that this man must be a good wielder of a knife.
He once saw a very famous swordsman. When he stood, his fingers would keep moving like this.
"After the trial is over, I estimate that there will be no more than a hundred people left, maybe even less."
“If you think about how hard we have worked to get here, what would happen if we failed in the primary?”
Hao Mo shook his head.
"How miserable that would be."
"But it's better than failing in the trial. At least those who were eliminated in the primary can survive."
"They're going to kill the losers?"
Bahram asked curiously.
"have no idea."
The melancholy boy responded in an uncertain tone:
"But at least those who were eliminated here can still go home."
"Then I must not fail."
Hearing Bahram's words, the others laughed dryly.
After going through a series of ordeals, all of them are less arrogant than before, but still welcome Bahram to join their ranks.
Boom——Boom——Boom——
Suddenly, three bells rang, and the boys turned their heads.
At this moment, the Emperor's expressionless face was also bathed in the fiery sunlight.
The pair of bronze doors were opened, followed by a beautiful and pure sound of horns, and twenty people in red robes walked out of the main hall.
Their faces were all hidden under their hoods, and they chanted carols loudly in strange languages. They used incense burners to spread the smoke of incense around the platform as they walked.
These men in red robes stood around the platform, one person standing every five yards. When they were all in place, they stopped singing and put their hoods behind them, revealing faces full of traces of transformation.
"A priest of the Mechanicum."
Bahram said in awe as the entire square filled with boys.
Silence fell, and one by one the boys began to kneel down, until finally the whole
Everyone in the square knelt on the stone ground.
"Notice."
Hao Mo reminded in a low voice, and at the same time another tall figure walked out of the main hall.
"The angels are coming."
There were only two people walking out, one of whom was wearing bone-white armor and a gray robe, with a velvet ribbon wrapped around his shoulders, and a large machine on his right hand.
The other was a giant in black armor, his body decorated with skulls, bones, and other symbols of death.
Bahram felt a little confused. They were not wearing silver-gray armor like the angels he had seen before.
These two men were not only heavily armored, but also well-armed.
The warrior wearing a skull mask holds a scepter in his hand. The head of the scepter is shaped into a winged skull. The one in white armor has a long serrated sword hanging on his waist.
Both of them had a pistol slung on their lap.
They were called pistols, but they were already as big as the boys' chests.
Both warriors were at least two meters tall, and the armor they wore made them appear even taller.
As they walked, metal boots made a loud sound on the stone, and the armor hummed constantly, driven by a mysterious soul.
A crisp crash echoed in the square, and finally the angels stopped at the top of the steps.
At the same time, the buzzing servo skeleton began to hover over the crowd, its artificial eyes blinking continuously.
A pair of mechanical cherubs followed, dragging a silk chapter banner.
Finally, they came to rest between the Emperor's feet, hanging their flags above the gates.
Both warriors are wearing their helmets.
The warriors in black armor stood behind, while the warriors in white armor moved forward to deliver the news brought by the angels.
"I am Brother Balita'em."
The voice of the white-armored warrior reached the end of the crowd through the inscrutable technology in the helmet.
The boys from the underbelly of the hive trembled in fear, the voice so clear and perfect that some began to plead for mercy or burst into uncontrollable sobs.
"I am the Apothecary of the Astral Knights Chapter of the Adeptus Astartes."
"I am Yazdan."
Then, the black-armored warrior took over, his voice as low as a death knell.
"As the Adeptus Astartes, the Chaplain of the Astral Knights Chapter, and the presiding officer of the primaries, I will decide whether you are qualified to go from here to the place of trial, where our Chapter Master will preside over A final selection will be made on you, and most of you will be eliminated.”
After saying that, they used the eyepieces of their helmets to scan the group of nervous boys.
Yazdan's eyes briefly stopped on Bahram.
Despite the pressure of the gaze, the boy returned it intently, even though he felt no emotion from it.
