The Sword of Galaxy

"Gavin," the boy in black robes stepped beside Silia, kicking him lightly with his toes: "Why are you sleeping now? Gavin?"

The hoarse voice was so iconic that Heinrich confirmed it almost instantly-it turned out to be Younes in his youth!

At that time, Yunes was not so pale and treacherous, but his eye sockets were deep and his eyebrows were high, his lips were tightly squeezed, and his face was very stingy. He stood and waited for a while. Seeing that Silia was asleep, he sat on the grass and looked at him.

The sound of night worms in the distance, the brilliant Xinghe across the head like a light band. Celia's face was extremely calm under the stars, Yunes stared at him for a moment, then slowly lowered his head to kiss his lips.

However, at the moment the two breathes staggered, Silia opened her eyes suddenly and blocked him with one hand:

"What are you doing?"

Yunes froze.

The two looked at each other for a while, and Silia raised one corner of her lips, and her eyes were somewhat evil.

"I'm just ..." Yunes stuttered, but Silia didn't wait for him to finish, and straightened away.

Then the surrounding scene suddenly changed, as if an invisible hand was waving in front of Heinrich, and his eyes turned into a dim yellow sky.

Flying grit hit the face and brought hot and painful feelings, and then blood leaped into the sky not far away, and Silia yelled, "Master-!"

When the words did not fall, I saw the head falling, and threw a headless body to his knees, and the black gold pike slammed into the sand.

"Master! Master——!" Silia's voice almost sobbed blood, and she wanted to rush up, but was then held down by several Dark Star Warriors at the same time. Immediately after flying several dragon riders in the sky, the high-ranking warriors all took a blood bath. It looked like they had gone through a hard battle. Yunes held the sword first, and stared down at Silia.

"How?" His expression was cruel and careless, as if he had just finished a wonderful show, and his voice even enjoyed it: "Give a comment, Gavin?"

Silia was forced to cry on the ground, crying and crying, almost violently struggling with dying force, several times trying to pounce on the teacher's white-haired man, but they were reluctantly held by the Dark Star warriors. In the wild and wild, I saw Yunes suddenly raise his knife to raise Silia's chin, and the tip of the knife pierced the skin instantly.

"You knew that one day, why betray?"

Celia was forced to raise his head, blood fell down the collar down his throat, and his teeth almost trembled: "Yunes ... Yunes!"

There was almost full of hatred in that voice, and his right hand abruptly forcibly broke free from his hoe, grasping the blade tightly, and blood ran down his palm suddenly: "Today is either you die, or I die-!"

Eunice's face suddenly changed, and several people did not hold Silia in an instant. The young man suddenly turned back with his hand holding the blade, and severed the samurai throat behind him!

"Hold him!" The high-ranking warrior yelled in unison, Yunes drove the dragon rider and flew down, but before he rushed to Silia, the dragon rider came flying and "slap!"

That scene was almost dazzling. The Dark Star warrior surrounded Central Silia and roared loudly. The sound was sharp and straight up into the sky. A dozen dragons heard the sound of the ride. At the same time, they flew off the driver and flew to the high altitude. !!

The flames eclipsed the sun, the burning shards of rainstorm poured down from the billowing black smoke, and everyone shouted and scattered. After rolling around on the sandy land for two laps, Younes climbed up, raised his knife and rushed to Silia, but he was gripped on his neck by his head and pressed to the ground instantly!

"You fucking! Why don't you **** die--!"

Celia was almost insane, only holding on to Yunes, not even being chopped with two knives on his back. It wasn't until he was struck by the third knife that he spurted blood and fell!

Yunes coughed up and climbed up, sulking in blood Silia, angrily, "You traitor--"

Before the words fell, he was knocked down by a dragon ride coming from a volley, and the wolf was rolling down the sand dunes. I saw that Dragon Ride took Silia out of the air, meteor-like scourge towards the headless body not far away, and then Silia reached out and grabbed the black gold spear, holding his teacher's head and holding her arms tightly.

"——Dark Star Hall!" Dragon Riding away, only listening to Silia's scream, and echoing with tears of blood, tearing everyone's eardrums: "You are destined to die in my hands! There is no dead body! Dark Star Don-!!! ''

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Earlier Heinrich listened to Edna's description, thinking that after the death of Teacher Silia, she returned to the Alliance and formed the Shining Legion. Since then, she has been training soldiers to avenge the Dark Star Church, but now she does not know.

The young man buried his teacher in the depths of the Silia Desert, and knelt in front of the humble stone tombstone, crying all day and night; then he set up a tent, and even lived like that, and began to guard this little grave.

The wind and sand here is extremely large, and the water is hard to find. Silia relies on the black gold spear to hunt sand bats for a living. Every morning he picked a bucket to go far to find the ancient well. During the day, he used the strong sunlight to make sand bat skins. Occasionally, a caravan passed by in the evening, and he used these skins to exchange some daily items.

These memories are trivial and bland, but Heinrich can feel that Silia's mentality has quietly changed-as he repeats his work day after day, he seems to have something truly stable in his heart, impetuous and stingy. Gradually faded, the green sharp edges and corners were quietly smoothed, as if rough amber was repeatedly polished by time, and finally appeared warm and subtle.

The desert caravan has also gradually noticed that the young cemetery guarding the tomb alone has some legends that he is always shrouded in mystery and color. One day, after a caravan leader exchanged the goods, he suddenly held Silia's hand and sincerely asked, "Will you follow me?"

"..." Silia shook her head and withdrew her hand gently.

The merchant leader was very disappointed: "But for-why?"

"Because I have other things to do."

Celia looked at him apologetically, and at that moment Heinrich found that the evil in his eyes had disappeared without a trace, and replaced by peace, firmness and unshakableness.

The caravan leader's words were like an opportunity, marking an important thing: Celia has been guarding the tomb for three years.

This is the rule of desert travellers. After the teacher's death, students must keep the tomb for three years before they can leave. These generations of travellers and hunters in these deserts have come here. This rule seems to be harsh and unreasonable, but it is actually the predecessors' asylum and restraint for future generations-there are many fights in the desert, and powerful teachers often leave weak and hate students after death. If there is no mandatory By observing the rules of the tomb, the students may immediately avenge their revenge, often in vain.

Of course, some people are full of strong desire for revenge. During the period of keeping the tomb, they studied hard and worked hard. Once the time expired, they immediately started revenge and succeeded. It became a popular word in the depths of the desert.

He is just a young man living alone in the desert, but facing a powerful terrorist group, Dark Star Hall, who has a century-long star factor of hundreds of years, even the alliance is helpless.

That evening when the caravan passed by again, I saw the shack was burned to a distant place, the burning fire was fused with the endless sunsets, and the black smoke could be seen all the way. The caravan thought the grass shed had been deserted by a robber, but hurriedly took a look, and saw the young man standing quietly in front of the fire, wrapped in a coarse cloak, holding a black gold spear, and turned back and smiled at them:

"I'm leaving here. Can you take me on a journey with your merchant ship?"

The businessmen looked at each other, and the leader asked anxiously, "Are you going?"

"Alliance." Siliaton paused and said, "The blue capital of the Alliance."

Twenty years after the teenager Gavin Silia left, he finally returned to the center of coalition political and military power.

In the same year, he was appointed major and stationed in the capital as a garrison; the following year, genetic engineering experts identified him as less dangerous than normal, and his body indexes exceeded expectations, so he was appointed lieutenant colonel and sent to the battlefield as an intermediate commander. .

Frequent outbreaks of small battles during this period accelerated the promotion of Silia: In the second year of the spring, small neighboring countries invaded, the commander of the local alliance garrison was killed, Silia's interim command organized a counterattack, and he sharply repelled the invading army and recovered the situation. In order to promote the colonel; the local garrison was mutinous soon after, the parliament was in dire straits, and Silia came forward to mediate the violent conflict between the local garrison and the government, thereby being promoted to major general.

It was a period of hardships and patience. Celia went from being alone to starting her fortune, to her fans, and experienced decades of gunfire and baptism in the middle. His alliance parliament directly ordered the battlefields of various galaxies, and his ranks rose and rose with the continuous accumulation of military merit, and gradually won the favor and support of most of the middle and low-ranking officers.

In the three thousand years of the Galactic Era, with the growing war in the frontiers, it is difficult to unite the garrisons in various places, and the call for the formation of a direct affiliate of the alliance is also growing. In the same year, the parliamentary re-election had already stepped down. The former Speaker of Consetlin was successfully re-elected. The first military order after he took office was to approve the formation of the first full-featured elite combat unit directly under the history of the Alliance-its official name is "Direct Central Administration." Air Combat Force No. 1 ", later generations call it the Shining Legion.

Gavin Silia was finally officially awarded the rank of general and became the commander in chief of this legion.

The author has something to say:

This chapter was originally written to the end of the memory, but it is already 12 o'clock, so sleepy, I will keep writing tomorrow.