Today is the day to accept the final test. Oscar has been excited and excited since the morning.
Many people were jealous of the fact that he and his brother Dade were selected at the same time, but this situation is nothing new.
Oscar's hair was waxed again at dawn. Of course, this "rotten" lifestyle habit in the eyes of others is redundant, but Oscar has his own persistence, and etiquette is as instinctive to him.
Because of the crowded queue and the angle of where he stood, Oscar couldn't see Soshyan.
But he knew that the Chapter Master of the Chapter was standing in front of him, and no one could ignore that dazzling presence.
The cheers and adoring faces are undoubtedly the best signs of finding Soshyan's location. In the eyes of most mortals, the Chapter Master of the Adeptus Astartes is the closest thing to the Emperor.
Who wouldn't want to see such a great man in person?
He can command all the Astartes in the chapter and gain their wholehearted loyalty. Even as a person who has the ability to exterminate a planet, he will definitely be admired and maybe even feared, because no one knows the storm and the brewing in his heart. anger.
The above thoughts rose in Oscar's heart, reminding him of last night's dream, of his dream of fighting aliens and heretics in the galaxy.
His expression hardened, and he was pleased with his determination.
He will never fail and must not fail.
This is his Manifest Destiny.
Seeing the shining armor, the Chapter servants made way.
The frenzied anticipation of the crowd was palpable, and the excitement was contagious, like an electric charge surrounding everyone's body.
The gathered crowd knew that the most critical moment had arrived.
Finally, he met the Brotherhood of the Astartes surrounding the Chapter Master.
The distance between him and the angels is getting closer and closer, and Oscar's heartbeat is getting faster and faster.
The Battle-Brothers guard the Chapter Master of Soshyan like squires. They are majestic, noble, and powerful, but they are dwarfed by the Chapter Master.
He has no doubt that Soshyan is the most talented person in the history of Somus Noble Academy. Every time he sees the place, he has the same feeling - they all have the same talent.
This feeling was deeply imprinted in Oscar's mind.
Not only this, he also felt something else——
Awe, he felt awe.
Soshyan was strong in the true sense, a giant, standing nearly three meters tall, and even most Astartes were a head shorter than him.
His body shape is also infinitely closer to perfection, reaching the golden ratio to match his height.
With just one glance, he felt that the chapter leader's body was filled with surging power. Although he was wearing thick power armor, he did not appear clumsy, and he showed lightness and speed when walking.
Most Somus people have blond hair, but Soshyan's most striking feature is his black hair.
Oscar inquired, and it seemed to be related to his ancient family bloodline.
He exudes a noble and pure majesty from the inside out, and his whole person is surrounded by an invisible aura of authority, so that as soon as people see him, they clearly understand what a Chapter Master of the Astartes Chapter should look like. .
Unconsciously, a name became popular - "Grey Eagle"
Oscar also felt that there was no better word to describe him.
After seeing Oscar and Dade, Soshiyang suddenly nodded slightly, as if silently acknowledging the two brothers.
This made Oscar very excited.
Angels have always been out of reach and untouchable before.
And now, they have the opportunity to become brothers fighting together.
He firmly believes that with his good virtues and excellent fighting qualities, his life will start again. The little guy in the past will no longer exist. He starts with an angel and ends with an angel.
"The team has been assembled."
There was a hint of pride in the Chapter Chaplain's commanding voice.
"Are you all ready?"
Soshyan spoke, his voice was loud but very pleasant, passing through the boys' skin and acting on the skulls, directly stimulating the nerve endings.
"...I have a hunch that today we will gain a batch of outstanding new blood for the war group."
"Yes, it has been prepared for a long time, following tradition and practice."
At this time, Oscar turned his attention to the tall and strong warrior standing next to Soshyan.
Generally speaking, at this distance, it means that the other person is Soshyan's closest partner and closest brother, which means that he is probably also a member of the higher-ups of the war group.
From the outside, he was also a great Astartes. Although he was not as tall and strong as Soshyan, his broad shoulders and handsome face made it impossible for everyone to feel disgusted with him. They all thought in their hearts. Be close to Him.
And Oscar could feel an awe-inspiring will from him, like an unsheathed sword.
This feeling was so rare that he had never felt it with anyone else.
"Time is up."
The soldier next to Soshiyang suddenly spoke, with a deep and deep voice.
After a few seconds, Oscar seemed to sense something and looked up to the sky.
At this time, behind the dim and thick clouds, a ray of light gradually brightened, and ripples also appeared in the crowd. People began to commotion, but the Astartes around them remained unmoved and their eyes were firmly locked. People present.
Although there were only boys in the field, the Astartes did not let down his guard, and his admiration for these warriors grew even more as he remained guarded.
Soon, the first transport plane arrived above them. This is a relatively common transport plane in the hive city and can carry a large amount of goods or people at a time.
"All of you have ten minutes to divide into groups of 10 and elect your respective captains, right now!"
The priest's stern voice sounded, and the boys froze.
"Don't you understand me? Right now! A group of ten!"
In an instant, the crowd dispersed with a roar.
The boys began to look for people they were familiar with, or people they recognized, in an attempt to join a more competitive team.
Oscar undoubtedly joined his brother, and roped in several people from the same grade to form a team composed solely of Soames Academy students, and became the captain without any doubt.
But other groups were not so quick, and some even started arguing over leadership.
As time passed, those who did not find the team became more and more anxious, and finally, at the urging of the priest, had to form a team with people they did not know at all.
So fifty teams were formed in just ten minutes.
"First batch, Team 10! Board Unit 1, hurry, hurry, hurry!"
The first transport plane has landed, and two more are about to land soon. Oscar leads his team into the open cabin following the flow of people.
As soon as he entered, a pungent musty smell penetrated his nostrils, making him almost sneeze.
This transport plane must have been carrying some dry cargo before.
Although the smell of these traces of pickled food was unbearable, Oscar endured it and sat next to Dud, while his brother looked directly at him with a pale face.
Everyone feels bad.
